Blood Bowl and Bainbridge

I got up this morning, let the chickens out of their henhouse so they could run around their coop, walked a few blocks over to find an espresso (not to my liking – either badly made or over roasted) and a fairly solid salted caramel tart, and walked back to play a couple of games of Blood Bowl online. (Bear in mind that yesterday I played three games on tabletop and then one online, so I’d already done quite a few games this weekend – oh, and another on Friday night.)
I played five games today. That means between Friday evening and Sunday evening I played 10 games – I’m pretty sure I’ve not done that many in one go before. Afterwards, every time I looked at a person I was sizing them up, figuring out if I’d be able to roll two dice to block them, or whether I’d get an assist from the person standing next to them.

Time had stood still for me. When I realised it was 430pm and it was no longer cool and damp outside, but hot and sunny, and I had a friend to meet who had flown all the way from Hong Kong, I got into an ecstasy of fumbling, then an Uber to the Seattle Ferry Terminal (driven by an ex Army guy planning on establishing a halfway house for other vets in need of service animals), then the ferry to Bainbridge Island, which chugged across beautiful, placid seas, and then a short walk from the terminal to Doc’s Marina Grill, where I ate an Impossible burger (still improving, I think) and extolled the merits of Blood Bowl to my friend and her niece and her husband.

I was last in Bainbridge Island almost five years ago, when La Serpiente was approaching her first birthday, and it felt nothing had changed since then – the same shops on the main drag, the same woodland walks, the same everything. Beautiful for a day, possibly aggravating over time.

I saw more chickens clucking away in a car park. I have developed a great love for poultry in the last few days. The soft clucking of the sleeping chickens, as they dream about laying a really big egg, is a lovely sound.

And then I ran and caught the ferry back with a few minutes to spare, as the sky turned pink and the mountains turned blue, and all was well with the world.

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