Capitalism!

I've been working day and night the last few weeks starting up a new business, Tango Zulu Imports, selling handcrafted goods from (mostly) West Africa as well as Nepal & Tibet.  Between that and training for the marathon the garden is a little neglected, but it seems to be muddling through.  The chard and kale are pretty delighted with the cool spring we're having but I am despairing of ever getting my tomato seedlings out of my bathroom.

Anyway...I have leased a 147 year old house in Port Gamble, Washington, as my base of operations. Retail shop downstairs and internet operations upstairs.  I have always loved Port Gamble, which is a bit of an anomaly out here in the Pacific Northwest.  It's a true company town, built in the mid-19th century to house lumber workers (my place used to belong to the doctor and it had rooms for patients, so it's pretty big.)  The lumber company was from Maine, and the houses were built accordingly, in a northeast style you don't often see here.   A lovely place to go to work, and it's only 10 minutes from my house, AND backs up to the trails I like to run on.  It couldn't be better.  By the end of next week I expect to be open for business, both in the store and on the web, doing something I've always wanted to do.

Signs, Signs, Everywhere There's Signs

Here are a few signs from recent travels that amused me.  One is from China, where apparently I had no business being on the ropeway (tram).  The others are unusually morbid ones, by U.S. standards, from the Grand Canyon.  I especially liked the one of the guy puking.