Then This

  the way back machine featuring from left: R, Neblol, OGee, S, Chula and Ike at the almost finished house we built south of Hopkins, Belize      Thwacked by first chemo treatment; pain pills helpful, but only just. Second pickle ball training at the Bob Alexander Memorial Gym on the old middle school campus led to very dizzy, sicky moments early on during wall practice and not much better as S and I were whumped by our opponents. Cancelled dental appointment for 8 am yesterday, just couldn't do. S taking charge of meds, Elizabeth from SCCA downtown phoned - not much help, but nice to have someone to talk to. Plus got Zoloft script and maybe refill on ambian from new primary care doc in Harbor Pointe although visit was supposed to be a video session, but never got vid part to work.      More later if I can think of anything.      Asked S if she could look in to a plot at Woodmens. She replied that she would look for 2 together. I'm considering pine, she's considering fire.

       ...everybody wants a hand to hold. I've got several plus some paws so should be good. pickle ballers looking down airstrip from pickle end court - planes seem to come in this way mostly establishing shot of court looking the other way - down strip from court four rvs, evidence of various projects - pickle end of Porter District and field fire wood factory across street from rv guys airplane skeleton special mushroom - consumption may lead to visions of future of District      Featured this week - a photoessay on Pickle Ball and the rise of the Porter District.      Actually had a lesson in PB from tall fellow in a black jumpsuit. Very good time, got a feel for ball action which is quite different from say tennis ball. Learned to stay out of the "kitchen" and did not learn the scoring which was beyond complex. Have another lesson at Parks and Rec (at the old middle school main gym where some decades ago I played my first game!!) sometime soon and then the long climb

Diverse uses to which Fort Worden is now put: Port Townsend School of Woodworking upstairs and recording studio down under Balloon hanger at fort Guardhouse Pub at fort camp and lighthouse at fort      So weeks have gone by, but what are weeks - the most arbitrary of time divisions not like the other cosmic ones like years so don't worry about weeks. Less than a week ago though we fired up the big old winterized van and met C at Fort Worden in his own van and camped for some nights on the flat before the beach and below the officers houses and parade grounds just before the lighthouse looking east to the Island. Walked all over the place and saw how it was with the woodworking school and the recording studio and the blimp hanger (which once housed the balloons with the wicker basket and the two soldiers in it telling the big gunners how to hit a target they could not see from the ground). It was reported that the fort was in a profound rain-shadowed area while the rest of the regio