Took a week off. My keyboard is acting up again. Too many things to do. Finally went for a long walk on Sunday. Not to Nisqually. I probably won't go back there until next fall, for auturm migration. Instead, I took a walk beneath the power lines on Beacon Hill. It is a walk suggested in a 20-year-old book I bought way back in 1979(so okay, it's 25 years old) outlining different walking routes in Seattle. I've always meant to explore the paths suggested. This is the first one. I did not walk the whole thing (7 miles round trip) but I did the first mile and a half or so and back again, so it felt as if I had made a start. There were no homeless villages, as I had been told, but there was one large "pea patch". I stopped at the top of a long downward slope, thinking, if I go down, I'll have to come back up. Which I plan to do in a month or so. No outstanding bird or animal life. Crows, starlings, pigeons. The usual city fare. I used the time to work out plot devices in the novel.

Also - put a bio up on "Craig's List." Very disappointing results so far. Well - not so much disappointing, as expected. Even the more intelligent sounding guys want to talk about sex first. When I say I want someone to talk to in the movies, they (well, one guy) get belligerant and accuse me of denying my sexuality. Yeah. Right.

The way back machine today produces yet another birthday card. Another Hallmark. Can you spell monopoly? My computer doesn't seem to want to. It's a fold-out card with a tall giraffe being ridden by a mouse. "The Long and the Short of it is...." From Bruce and Char. Another college roommate. The one I used to have to double date with in order to chaperone her. With the guy I couldn't stand. Ah, memorie. Wonder if they ever got married. Probably wondered that earlier