Islandwood

Chrissy G brought sunshine with her from San Francisco. Whadda gal.

We met at Cafe Presse, which played un jeu diabolique with Hugh's beloved pain au chocolat. He was expecting something like this:

But got this instead:

Over the weekend the rain came back. We got muddy at Islandwood, an environmentally-focused school on Bainbridge Island.

Horace ordered the removal of an impudent subject's tongue, a la King Joffrey.

Islandwood embodies a predominant way of life in Seattle. The facilities are rustic-themed but luxe and "reclaimed madrona" to the max. That's what millions and millions (and millions) of Adobe dollars buys. You should have seen the appetizers served after the kids' tour (crudo? really?)

The ferry ride back with the Rataezyks was instructive. Major League scouts better keep tabs on Cooper (his dad played football and baseball at Yale; uh-oh, DKE!)