No bomb. Yet.

 

    The UW weather guy, Clifford Mass, was virtually jumping up and down with excitement over the arrival of stormy weather over the populated regions of Puget/Salish from the real excitement of the tremendous storm off the coast and Cliff at least implied that by 11 am it would whoosh in on us here in the village by the sea. But no, we went at that very hour to have brunch at our neighbors just to the west and had a quiet but festive little party. Nor did any weather drama happen the rest of the day; it rained some, 

    At 5 o'clock howsoever D and I walked in sunshine toward the big Fossek maple but the gate was locked for the first time I had known. I was walking accidentally with a person and dog who I had met years before and she said it was because the cattle herd, all nine, had been moved into that pasture. We walked the parallel drive beyond the maple but not to the houses farther on. D and the four year old dog, Willow, did some pretty good exercises.

    The finale was the movie Dune at the Clyde. That had a strange air due to all the covid changes. The movie was dark colored and visually stunning in that flat way of special effects or I guess with any projected 2d image. The frenzied, noisy hour that I stayed and watched made the walk home in the quiet and depth flat out stunning for real. S left after the popcorn ran out, me after that and the sodas and the Good 'n Plenty.