Writings: Isn’t it hard to live in such an isolated place?

 

Couple of years ago, I ran into some visitors to Friday Harbor, around the time I was wrapping up living there for nearly twenty years, on San Juan Island. One was the nicest of people, and she said, “Isn’t it hard to live in such an isolated place?”

In our follow-up, I discovered that she got up each morning for an hour drive to San Francisco, went into her office each day where she worked until the ride home, and then watched TV till bedtime.

She discovered that I usually walked into town, saying howdy or swapping stories or sharing a hug, met my different clients at coffeeplaces and cafés, and then had soccer or basketball with the kids after school, and then something to eat at our place (with friends over) or at someone’s potluck. My kids and I didn’t have a TV, at least partly because I didn’t know when we would have had time to look at it.

So, all in all, it was a good question – I should ask her, “Isn’t it hard to live in such an isolated place?”

I love it that you share so much of the world with me. Now I gotta get down to the beach, before sunset. Wanna come?

Love you, in this light –
Brother Ian

 Be sure and check out Chris’ pictures – you’ll be glad you did!