yesterday was not an endless highway

 

Chewing plastic is one of the great pleasures for D and friends, a tragedy for Molly of Santa Barbara who left her favorite bowl here earlier this summer

    It was some walks and a rather random drive to and a chaotic drive around Freeland, WA. Movement began with a speed walk with S, aided by two excitable dogs, to the PO and to resupply the cottage cheese cache but with only one mask between us. When S came out with the wrong brand of c cheese we had to exchange dogs and the mask and I had to dive back in to the diary section from the parking lot, some people noticed and wondered (okay only Skip did that aloud, but surely there were others who kept a discreet silence}. We speed walked home.

    Lack of mask consciousness led to my wandering around Freeland in the yellow van with the for sale sign stuck to the side looking for someone who would give or sell me one before I was able to go to the Payless and the pot shop up the highway across from the blueberry farm which was my only purpose in coming to the little metropolis other than to expose the van to potential buyers. One family did take a tour and photoed the sign. Having the for sale sign on the body of the vehicle was a bit uncanny. Got into a tight spot backing-upwise at the Whidbey Ice Cream shop, but worth it.

    Later there was the short but interesting walk with Skip which included the trail with the no trespassing sign between Edgecliff and Sandy Point roads that was like the Avenue of the Giants in the redwoods, sort of.

    S and I took down the Coleman Pavilion, a sure sign that winter is just around the corner. Speaking of winter, the first test of whether the immunotherapy is working or not will be right around Christmas.