In which we go to the Highland Games and there's a Henry photo dump

Henry has been a friend of Haiku Farm since he was a little boy.

He's not so little any more.

For many years, it's been Henry's goal to participate in the Highland Games "heavy events":  the throwing and lifting competitions like the hammer throw, caber toss, shot put, and keg carry.

Today, he did it (in a skirt, as is traditional).

We were there to clap and cheer.

And to take photos.  Here are a bunch of pictures.  We hope y'all are as proud of this boy as we are.

Congratulations on your excellent day, Henry!

In which we take (metaphoric) coals to Newcastle by boat and barge

"Ha-LAR-ious" is one of my friend Erica's best words. And when I hang out with her, I see fun in many things.

When Erica's call went out a few months ago asking for the loan of a pickup truck to move a piano, I stuck up my hand and volunteered.  Even moving can be fun if it's with Erica.

And besides: Erica and Michael aren't just moving across town.  They are moving back to Waldron Island, the tiny remote island in the San Juan archipelago where Michael grew up and where they both lived many years in a house they built themselves.  The house is warm and pretty and cheerful, but they get water from a hand-dug well, and get electricity from solar panels. 

I read about life on Waldron many years before I met Erica, and was excited to visit there in person.  One of the nicknames for the place is "Piano Island" because the wintertime census for the entire island is about 60 people, and the unofficial count of in-tune pianos on the island last winter was 5…