Irma Bunch was kind of like the “welcome lady” for those of us who lived near Three Tree Point and Gregory Heights.

My trainer is waiting for me; the sweat begins to accumulate under my arms. I have a tank top on, so in this case, it runs down my side. I am not sure what I have signed up for, but I know that a 50+ year old women in pants that fit like a sausage casing generate looks, and I don’t mean good looks.

Don’t get me wrong, I like volunteering at my children’s various schools, but there comes a time when even I begin to question this use of time.

So, Leslie and I were walking on the beach in front of our house yesterday and a little black and white jack Russell Terrier playfully ran between Mr., Big and Mr. Small. “Look at that dog Leslie, isn’t he cute?” “Mom, that reminds me, my birthday is coming up and wellll—I really want another dog.” She spat out in rapid teenager fashion. I studiously ignored my youngest child as I watched the Terrier.

The roads and lane dividers in the Burien intersections cannot get much worse. Seriously, with all of the weaving required due to hastily applied road lines and dashes, we may as well be living in the Wild West, and revert to riding horses. Hayes Feed and Country Store, (formerly Kirk’s Feed Store) on S.W. 152nd, has enough hay to feed one hundred starving mustangs, all they need are ‘hitch posts in place of the parking stalls in the front.