Apologies to Cliff


she cleans up nice

    Rain came today. Cliff was so right, it was a taste of Fall after all. Washed yellow van as rain began to fall. Finished before deluge. Ramona and Marbles keeping company with us. She, D, Marb and I walked the west beach, met a few dog owners, one of whom said, "We're not friendly" as she held tight to the chain holding her big German.

R will order pizza from Village Pizzeria and we may buy the Roadrunner movie about Bourdain for $20 rather than go to Clyde cause a. I might not be able to sit right and b. it would cost $30 there.

Just not that much to report beyond the above. Some days are that way of course.

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  1. mike groganAugust 7, 2021 at 5:16 PM

    The Yellow Van does clean up pretty nice! Is there some ? as to proof of ownership? Is that something larger I see in the background? i'm not ready for Fall just yet. All my vines peas, beans and sunflowers grew way past expectation and trellises during the heat and are now in full production - green and yellow beans anyone? Now they have come crashing down with the first rain and wind. . Off to Whistler tomorrow (because that is one of the remaining escapes from Vanc) - elsewhere in the province it's burning, leaving the highways to the interior closed, and the ferries are booked for weeks! Made zucchini muffins today.

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  2. mike groganAugust 7, 2021 at 5:17 PM

    How to I become known?

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