Morning

     

My sentiment. Not my photo.

Stump 1

Stump 2

D and stumps

Bulldog stump 1

Bulldog stump 2

    Up before six. Thought S was already perched on the corner of the couch since the end table light was on, but no. D scared by coyote singing, on the pillows and staying there. Ostomy puffing and burbling as though it at least was happy with the dawning of a new day. Cars and trucks and school buses blasting by at Mukilteo Speedway rates even though there are no tire stores, coffee shops or donut retailers on this street to get to, only day care tots, ambitious elder walkers, dogs, cats, children waiting at bus stops, deer, rabbits, etc. Squirrels. I'm thinking, conspicuously arm waving or open carrying adults or teenagers with an official 25 mph sign hanging front and back like sandwich boards standing on the center line at random times of day and night might do it.

    It's 7:16 now and blue white light is pouring through a break in the eastern overcast putting these fantasies to rest.

    Afternoon. D and I went on a rondelay to Freeland and other parts in the Subaru intent on dumping old clothes, buying coffee, looking at wireless lawnmower and chainsaws, researching cinderblock availability, picking up some gummies and a cartridge. Senior thrift said you got to get here early on the right day if you want to give some stuff away. Today wasn't it. Makeshift signs on the donate door said "Full" and "No more donations" but the spokesperson said come early in the morning and get in line and maybe. Concrete block selection at Ace was very limited.

    But after all that D and I walked out on Double Bluff on a high and incoming tide, took some pics and met a hard running little dog named Benicia or something so there was that for D.