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vacuumed - result one might say is symbolic of this day but that would be an exaggeration 

I'll miss the old thing

    Big day planned. Go to appointment with Jan and Theresa, ostomy experts at Northwest Hospital, then north to Anacortes and Washington Park or similar for the one night (or two) stay in new van, Adventurous (manufacturer's name). But no. Early for appointment so S parked in adjacent cemetery for a dog walk. Drove across the street to the hospital and tried to check-in but turns out appointment is tomorrow. Drowned sorrow with iced brown sugar oatmilk triple shot Starbuck thingy from hospital Starbuck station nearby. Came home, passing R on Langley Road, who, with Marbles was heading home to Columbia City. Will restart tomorrow.

Meantime watched neighbor's large pine tree taken down, kibitzing all the while with neighbors John and George on deep subjects with no relation to tree - death, sex, anti-vaxers, pitching hay bales.

Maybe there will be more.

Later took yellow van to Freeland waterfront for photo session in preparation for sale. In to Payless after for cottage cheese, but diary session decimated due to big covid outbreak at warehouse, no cottage cheese, no plain Greek yoghurt. So no chilled zucchini soup I had planned. Home to gin and tonic. Tomorrow will be better as Mr. B often says. 

 

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