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Summerday |
 Started the day by making a LuLu mask (modeled
here by Andrew) for soon-to-be-6 niece Sarah. It must have been pretty authentic
because it freaked LuLu out--only the second time I've ever seen her
hiss. Perfect Saturday for a bike ride
to Enny-day Aine-blay where goose poops outnumbered
sunbathers and ill-behaved dogs combined.
The blackberry bushes are gone but a few shoots
have already sprouted between the cracks of concrete lakewall and I built
my own version of spiral
jetty by moving ten-ton
boulders with my fingers. Like
the original,
mine too was soon submerged. There must have been some NASA splashdowns in
Lake Washington because a woman found this
space helmet in the water. Mount Rainier
rose from the lake, white and translucent as a midday moon. It was the ice
cream man's first visit of the season. At
Peter & Heather's good-bye Mups
bbq, people tried clovering
their tongues --some more successfully
than others-- while
C.C. tried to learn us how to knot
cherry stems with our mouths. The night ended as it sometimes will, with
Otter Pop
vodka drinks and
Triple Sec ice block bobsled shots
at
Wedgewoodstock.
We may have felt lost in the woods way up at
4200
92nd St NE, but Jim the mad cabbie was there in a flash and drove us
home at warp factor
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