where am i going and why am i in this basket?


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 region got wet in the atmospheric river, so we had Spring with blue sky and still air. C had a grand time and so did S, D and I; we made a reservation for 4 or 5 days in April.

    Tomorrow is biopsy day downtown to remove the shadow of a doubt that what they thought was cancer recurrence is cancer recurrence, so of course that means we go to costco and get some more of those cara cara oranges, diet cokes and maybe some prescriptions. L said tonight that it is one boat only until further notice but at least we have the pref boarding pass. Henry's Donuts is out cause it's no food or drink after midnight, which is only 3 hours away.

Friday 2 days later -

    Biopsy was done - long needle in the northeast quadrant of my left buttock with local numbing. Laying so on stomach I could see little and there were so many blue suited people milling around chatting that my questions went unheard.

Monday -

    bopsy test results posted prior to meeting with someone who knows what all those words and terminology indicates, but it is clear enough that there is some infection and some cancer - combo platter.

    Pickle ball lesson yesterday was serious hoot.

    Back to Aloha St. for professional interpretation of biopsy sample in 3 to 5 business days. 

    Never got to Costco.


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