Blueberry Betty

 


walking the old airstrip at Saratoga Woods


thumb on the button of the pipe


    Skip arrived fairly early and tried to communicate through the wall of sound from Marbles and D that he came bearing a blueberry crumble. I split with S and it was the perfect antidote to the fish soup I had for breakfast. Took the two monsters to Saratoga Woods and had a fine walk each and every one of us. Crashed after lunch as I had been up since before dawn.

    The potential buyers of the yellow van didn't because they decided they wanted a newer one like the one sitting right next to the yellow van in our driveway; going to hide that one somewhere in Langley in the future. Having left the yellow at the Bayview Park and Ride with the forbidden for sale sign I took S to the ferry so she might catch the 113 bus from the Mukilteo side to her appointment in Harbor Pointee. On her return, she got a ride from the ferry to home with Julie Q., we retrieved the yellow which was then in the midst of an anti-vax demonstration. I tried to give them the sign to ward off evil but I don't think anyone noticed.

    Talked with Mike on the phone and said I would try to get in touch with R who is visiting Vancouver to arrange a meeting between Mike and herself. She has no cell service in Canada however so I must try to contact Mason her beau. As yet I have done nothing and S who is essential to this plan is unavailable.

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