Yikes! It’s been ages! I have been mostly sulking about with my tail between my legs. That’s because I fell off my bicycle right onto my tailbone, and it hurts – still, a week later. This has seriously cramped my style. I seem to feel yucky most of the time – except when going on a walk or other adventure with friends. Even a run (slow trot really) with Rebecca – usually a cause for serious whining – perks me up. Then I come home and feel bad again. I am such an incredible wimp. What would I do if I actually had real aches and pains?
I have gone on several fabulous Camino walks – one with The Twins through the Olympic Sculpture Park, and another with Laura through mysterious West Seattle. And why haven’t I shared these adventures with you? Because I lost my camera!! With the relevant pictures in it. I can’t even imagine where it could be, but I am sure it must be in my house somewhere and will eventually turn up. However, it’s been a lot of days, and I am becoming less hopeful. Sigh!
|Mummy duck and her four fuzzy babies|
On Monday, I was out from early morning till mid afternoon with my phone turned off, and Samos, who had been calling and texting since the evening before (when I was working and couldn’t reply,) was certain that I was lying dead or at least seriously injured. When I arrived home, I was astonished to find him sadly peeking under tables and into closets looking for my body. Since I wasn’t dead, we comforted ourselves with a canoe ride. He kindly took photos so that I could properly document the afternoon. It was a wonderful day for drifting about in the Arboretum. Everyone, including the ducks and the other canoers, was all smiles and happy greetings. I even saw a mighty kingfisher! He, unlike the others, didn't bother to say "Hi,'' but just swooped rattling by, unconcerned with us, but concentrating on the business of getting his dinner.
|Some very large objects (freeway ingredients?) on a barge being moved along by tugboats|