Trash day always a bit of a fright as the truck rolls by around 6:45 like it might want to snatch your can but doesn't until maybe 11 or 1 or 9. Like the guy said when asked a while ago, "We just don't know when, where or how much". It's just garbage. S went off for an allergy assessment in Everett as well as a booster and a thorough vacuuming of the Subaru with a short foray into Costco, but not to wrangle my Rapaflo pee amplifier, rather for cheese. For my part I poured 4 gallons of hot water and detergent down into the black and gray water tanks, drained the fresh water and sloshed my way over to Les Schwab to have them check the crack in the front right aluminum wheel. Other than to say that if it failed I was fucked the guy there couldn't help. Texted up B and went for a walk for the update on the bike tour which was challenging and was he glad to be home. He feels he may well ...
dear old sleepy thing the sheep school and me same church Deadwood and Hollywood Looking North Rain, fog, sun and wind in a day. $30 fish and chips, every house sided with different colored corrugated sheet metal, no trash/litter, English everywhere which may become, in time, the first language not second. This morning we leave Stikk on the ferry Baldur thus leaving Snuffles Peninsula. Heading for Hotel Latrabjarg after the two and a half hour ferry ride to Flókalundur. Following Floka we travelled a gravel and pot-holed road to our hotel where our host, a real personable fellow, came out of somewhere, I believe straight out of the mountain. We were the only people visible in any direction. We had dinner on site in an elegant dining room. R claimed dinner was good.
Based on philosophy of yolo we picked up this little cutie in Bellevue from a Zoom doctor midnight cow Monday July 26th Dean, Dusty and I went a walking from the Commons to the now famous missing bulkhead at the old Primavera homestead west of Langley. Not sure that was what Dean had in mind as he mentioned several times that he was not a walker due to worn knees but in my obsession with west beach langley and dog joy there I heard him not. He eventually took a load off on the classic staircase at the above mentioned missing bulkhead and spoke of his coming meeting with the equally famous Paul Manner, knee surgeon extraordinaire. Somewhat later S and I got a wild hair and bought another sprinter van with all the fixings. It was looking like you either buy used or wait a year or two for a new van and wait again for it to be converted by the conversion moorlocks somewhere. Later again D and I hit the big Maple and the rough and secret trail between 6th and 3rd....
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