Late morning hike along Mill Creek in the fog.
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Author: H.
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Seventy-Three: The Day Draws Down
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Socks and chair …
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Ivi is still visiting!
We do the nearest local park on a foggy/rainy Christmas day, taking a break from marathon cooking and conversation sessions:
Taking a little time to check in at the workspace:
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Christmas Eve … last minute shopping downtown, driving around in the fog with Ivi, dropping in on the Thirty West workspace before lunch …
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This Time She Lands!
Following the Thanksgiving debacle a month ago when Ivi had to return to Seattle without landing due to fog, her plane successfully lands today, despite rain and some fog.
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Street People and Their Effect
Leaving for my downtown workspace, a work crew is outside scooping up the vast quantity of leaves that have fallen in the neighborhood with the advent of winter. Friendly discussion followed but they didn’t tell me what was coming next …
Returning home for lunch, I come upon a blocked-off street and a new crew removing two trees — one beside our front door near the side gate and one curbside.
And by the next morning, little remained. Naked and vulnerable.
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