A few weeks ago while running on Dick Road, I spotted an owl landing and perching on a telephone pole. I "who'd" at her or him and she or he flew away. Notice I said who, owls don't hoot.
Last week I took Jen's Laura to Seattle and went to dinner with Kevin at an Italian restaurant called Bizzarro. I had gnocchi (pronounced n-yo-key) and Kevin had a sugar-snap pea carbonara. Both delicious. I went to the space needle and had fun taking photos (for other people). Ha ha. They provide a "complimentary" (pronounced $18) photo shot in front of a green screen.
Who says getting older means no fun? On my way home I drove along the coast, discovering a nuclear power plant west of Tacoma (which smells rancid...Tacoma that is). I stopped at Butte Creek Campground where my mind started playing tricks on me. The kind of tricks that make you think something's after you. |
| Its poop again! |
Then I almost stepped in bear poo. And I knew something was after me. I walked back to the car thinking, "No one knows where I am." combined with, "I'm too young to die!"
Then I got home. Jen fixed my shark tooth necklace as a nice surprise for my arrival home. Then I slept.After the Jamie Cullum concert at the zoo (good show indeed), I was departing the zoo premises when the lion started roaring. I love nature. Especially when its caught and penned up for my personal enjoyment. Tonight the wolves were howling as Jen and I sat on a bench in Hoyt Arboretum. And, tigers watch you very closely when you're the only person in the park. Also, I would like to note the free-roaming animals which one might find at the zoo (in order of increasing size) : sparrows, mice, chipmunks, gophers, rabbits, crows, raccoons, and rats.
I think we're mostly caught up now. Bye
