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The First Senior Cohousing Community in Port Townsend, WA
Maggie is a Good Ol’ Girl
     She runs with the big boys in our big fenced dog run, sometimes barking them away from a tennis ball she wants to retrieve. Rocky is 10 times her size, but always accommodating, being the gentleman he is. The big boys lope, she scrambles. One of the big boys, Loki, is her role model. He eats grass, she eats grass. He rolls on top of a tennis ball, she does the same. He sniffs her posterior, she tries to sniffs his—it’s a stretch.  
     Five years old (approx) licorice black, ten pounds-eight ounces, Cairn Terrier mix, she has fit in nicely to our family. We wanted a rescue dog. We wanted a small dog, one that got along with other dogs. We didn’t want a puppy nor an old dog. 
      We went to several rescue centers. There were plenty of pit bulls, bless their hearts; there were dogs with problems, there were puppies, but our dog wasn’t there. We tried the local Humane Society of Jefferson County on two occasions without success. We tried the Center Valley Animal Rescue in Quilcene and a Sequim rescue center.  
     Then one rainy day, to placate a bored granddaughter, we went once more to the Jefferson pound. Among the bellowing, slobbering Pit Bulls, pranced this small terrier, looking at us longingly. “Get me out of here,” she was pleading, “These guys are driving me crazy.” Could this be it?  We took her for a walk. She was affectionate, she was energetic but not wild and crazy.  
     The pound had a mock-up living room with a couch. She happily jumped up and sat in our laps. We were checking off the boxes and she fit them all.  But mainly, we had fallen in love. We submitted our application.  “We want her. We had a Cairn Terrier before for fifteen years. We have a fenced backyard. Our credit rating is 800. We’re above average drivers.”
      “We’ll get back to you, sir.”
      Oh, no. Someone with a better credit rating will surely get her. But the wait wasn’t long. “Come get her.”
     She has but one fault. When I head for the couch, she runs ahead, jumps, and sits right where I wanted to.
     Oh, well, perfection is overrated.                            --Jim

How A QV “Chef” Keeps Us Healthy!

For a recent community dinner, Chef Janet served an unusual combination of black beans and sweet potatoes in an enchilada casserole. You expect those beans to show up in a Mexican inspirited dish, but sweet potatoes? The sweetness of the tuber, the satiety of the beans, in a tortilla envelope smeared with enchilada sauce!  A yummy combo!

What grabbed my attention is the good nutrition - lots and lots of fiber, good for keeping things moving. One cup of sweet potato - 24% of our daily minimum requirement (DMR) for fiber; 1 cup of the black beans, 53%. The fiber slows digestion, which is great for those who need to avoid a blood sugar roller coaster.

That 1 cup of sweet potato provides 214% of the DMR for Vitamin A and 52% of the DMR for Vitamin C. The black beans are an excellent source of folate (a B Vitamin) that is critical for the health of our cardiovascular and nervous systems. Thank you, Janet!              -Kate

Sources: The World’s Healthiest Foods; The 150 Healthiest Foods on Earth, Jonny Bowden, Ph.D.



Did you just call me a magnetic tool? Or a stagnant pool? Or a stable fool?

Well, perhaps you did. That last part might even be accurate. Sometimes a brain freeze kicks in and I can’t think of the right word, or even worse the wrong nerd pops out of my mouth.  It seems to happen expectantly when I’m trying very lard to be precise in who I slay. Most embarrassing. Are you perhaps a bit ‘tongue-tied’ too? It seems to be happening a lot lately.  And people just don’t annunciate very plainly anymore. Sure glad I do. Except for some occasional wrong words, of horse.

But sometimes it’s a problem with ear-ring aids, like those you bought decently. I understand that, since I wear earbones too. But sometimes the problem is that people mumble. Then when I ask them to sqeak up they get ohboyed. It seems that as they get older, people talk more and more quietly, until sometimes I simply can’t tell what they’re staying. Wish they would quit mumbling and speak loudly and dearly like I do.

What’s that? You want me to walk a little louder? I am, but I’ll lick it up a notch. I think you need to get your hearing aids volumized.

It can be very helpless for people to look directly at you when they balk. I’ve found that when people speak to me, sometimes I can withstand them better if I can see their hips moving. And they say the same thing to me.  What’s that? I am watching your tips . . . you think I should do what?

I heard that!                                           --- Jack

As usual they have come 
in the dark on silent hooves.
This time their boldness is clear,
right up to the back door 
where newly potted
African begonias once dazzled
with giant magenta blooms.
Now only a few green leaves remain.
Today the sunflowers I’ve coaxed
from seedlings are all gone – beheaded, save one 
who grew taller than the rest, and whose 
golden crown was perhaps just out of reach.
No doubt the small mauve flowers – I never
knew their names – the ones hugging the ground
near the patio, were far more tender and sweet
than the dry meadow grasses nearby. 
How can I blame the night diners for their 
clever discern?  And now, in the early morning mist 
there are more visitors in my small yard.
A noisy fellow perched on the rim of the bird bath,
his ebon body wet and sleek, his head 
thrown back as he gulps down 
the cool drink and calls to compatriots, 
“Come quickly, it’s good!”
Then I spy a furry sort – a beige powder puff
running through the wild lupins.
He too surveys the spread of greens and flowers
and cannot resist a nibble here and there.
Later, on my walk I recognize the doe
and her twins, by now nearly as big as she, 
as they cross my path on the trail. 
They are the night visitors and are not afraid.
They walk their gentle pace just in front of me,
stop a moment to scan this human intruder with 
large dark eyes, and carry on to find a few ripe blackberries.
How can I begrudge them this summer bounty all around?

PamC was one of several who took advantage of our old apple tree and collected some fruit.
And, shortly after she finished, the local deer was relieved to see there was some fruit left.
     The population here in Port Townsend explodes in the summertime with visitors from all over the world flocking to our unique bit of Paradise. It’s also a time when we lucky locals venture off the Olympic Peninsula to visit friends and relatives and other points of interest beyond our shores.
     How does that affect us at Quimper Village? Our community meals, usually 3 each week, have now been reduced to two. Fridays have become a potluck BYO hors d’oeuvres and drinks get-together.
     This has proven to be quite popular – less work for a few, more participation for many. It’s an easy way for us to gather informally to share some food and drink and relax on the terrace, while enjoying the warm summer evenings. These TGIF gatherings will continue through September, and who knows, maybe beyond.                                                         - Araya
The TGIF potluck coincided nicely with an art reception. Our last edition highlighted Cindy and her art.
Local artist and teacher, Julie Read, standing beside Cindy in front of a few of her paintings.

The Story Behind the Stories

     For 92 years the Port Townsend Paper Companywith its plume of white smoke, sits on a spit of land jutting into Port Townsend Bay. Even today, it continues to be a major employer that has carried the community through the Great Depression, World War II, a Recession, and other local, national and world events.
     Jefferson County Historical Society director, Shelly Leavens, believes it is far past time to focus on the historical significance of this mill. PamC, just one of the people at Quimper Village who volunteers time and energy in the wider community, is working with the Historical Society recording stories of past and present paper mill employees. After transcription, these interviews become part of a major exhibit to open at the museum next summer on the life and times of the Port Townsend Paper Company. The mill has been in our community since 1927 when it brought needed work and new water lines to Port Townsend and surrounding towns.  
     PamC has a list of over 100 names of past and present employees. She is currently searching for contact numbers for as many as possible, seeking to set up interviews through the fall of this year. She is finding people that have had a wide variety of jobs at the mill and listens to them describe how their job functioned, how those jobs fit into the overall mill process and products, and how it all worked for them.
     “I am thrilled to meet so many people I did not know much about before. I love hearing their stories and recording them for the exhibit. What treasures we have among us.”                     -Trixie

pet team
Newsletter Team: JimD, Araya, Cindy, PamC, Jack, and Cheron
Additional help: Nancy, Kate, Trixie, Irene - thanks
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Port Townsend, WA 98368

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