Thursday, November 13, 2008

Whatta nice day

Perfect for a bike ride.
Sun's out.
Blue skies.
Few clouds.

Took the Toyota instead.

Stopped for coffee and at my fave starbucks.

Parked at SCCC.

Walked downtown to the library.

I guess I'll be talking about the viola concerto today.
First movement, I like. I'll post it one of there days.

Not sure about the start of the second.
Maybe it won't be multi movement.

We never know about such things.

Anyway, I'm not really in the mood for being inside, so perhaps I'll go stroll around searching for bears.
Or bunny rabbits.
Or naked mole rats.

How 'bout a picture?


This is apparently yesterday

I stayed home yesterday because it was cold and rainy.
Wetherman predicted it.
I believed it.
Today was supposed to be worse.
It's not.
It's nice.
Real nice.

If you catch my drift.

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6 Comments:

Blogger Jannie said...

jay-sus, is that waterfall near you? Hot dang.

Oh, there goes a naked mole rat, time for coffee.

4:46 AM  
Blogger butch said...

He lives near a very large mud puddle, sometimes referred to as a toilet bowl for Seattle called Lake Washington, only slightly cleaner than the cesspool called Lake Union, parallel to it, connected with a man-made canal. My Melva goes ga-ga for every waterfall we encounter. So much so that I called her Waterfall Woman.

I think I managed a multi-movement this morning on the throne, the result of some spicy BBQ from the night before.

You should write the SSO murder mystery. It is right down your driveway, right up your avenue, you would blow the roof off Benaroya, and several of us would cheer and scream silently and give you the one hand clap, which is much cleaner and nicer than a STD, enit?

I got the itch to look more closely at a map of Washington, and find the Spokane Indian Reservation. Somehow reading Alexie so much I adopted the misconception that it lay south and east of Spokane. It actually exists north and west of Spokane,north of Davenport and south of Springdale. Maybe this summer Melva and I will slide up into Wellpinit, and I will make some poetic mental notes. In an odd but beautifully sentimental way I almost feel like a stalker, trying to get a feel for the soul of Sherman; oh well, better than having a jones for Madonna, or a yen for Jennifer Lopez. The Colville Reservation is four times as large as the Spokane Reservation. Sherman has never really made much of a mention of the the link up of the Spokane River and the mighty Columbia in the SW corner of the Rez, nor that the Columbia is the border between the Rez's.

Glenn

5:58 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

The waterfall is alongside the south shore road of lake Quinault.
It is a little teeny waterfall.
Maybe I can find a picture of Snoqualmie falls, which is a bigger one.
The mole rats aren't a real problem.
The rabbits are a bit.
It's the bears that'll give you grief.

10:05 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Well, I have been very busy copying, pasting, and transcribing Sherman Alexie poety onto FFTR. There are more than 100 Alexie gems on there now, and 15 articles transfered from other medium. So for any of you out there who do not feel like putting out the bucks to purchase 8 of his poetry books, I am really enjoying presenting them to you, and for you. Enjoy.

Glenn

3:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Halo, Lane!
Some great photos on your blogsite;
perhaps you could weave them into your murder mystery: "killer hides under waterfall; cops take a bath".
Tschüß,
Anonomann

3:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cops search for toilet thief but they have nothing to go on.

.........Benny Hill

11:30 AM  

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