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some dog in my living room some guy in my living room can now make a poached egg exactly the same every time Trotsky's cousin      The week on the Peninsula is now the stuff of myth and I must deal with a cold head a lot. Mr. D is growing old; in the new math for dogs' age vs humans' he will be 40 in a few months. S may have found an answer for her cough. R is packing and repacking her Corolla to see if she can make it bigger for the  peregrination  to Pittsburgh.      As to walking, that has fallen-off with the chemo, but I still have to walk the dog and get the spicy bread and butter pickles from the cheese lady at the Greenbank Farm, so there's that.     It was girls night yesterday, but Langley could not offer any table space at any suitable venue, so they came home to my house. They were nice to me with some joking around and they were outside in the backyard so it wasn't a bother. Z came for to play with D.      Mothers Day travel pill box (1 of 2) am & pm

  R finds self-eating shopping bag to have the right blend of medieval and sustainable            Today we sought a pickle court and in the morning we looked at open areas at Woodmens; it's a pretty  place; go through there all the time these days. That circuit that includes Woodmens is a long narrow loop from my house, it goes through several zones from suburban to sort of wild especially down in  Freundlich's swamp. Pick this up later -       Picking up much later - ten days gone by and now we, S, R, D, M and I are intubbed at a great little beach cottage with a hot-ass hot tub on the beach at Lake Bay off Case Inlet west of MacNeil Island and further to the south, Anderson Island of which I read a whole history once not long ago.       Got head shaved, but only with electric shears not razor, free on Water Street in Port Townsend after a cold-ass couple days and nights at Fort Worden. In a rental van built   by one Brian who lives on an old ChrisCraft next to a crime-ridden