life quiet and beautiful
Keyed notes from A History of Technology, then spent some time preparing my folder for Part 3, where I will be after I draft chapter 19. I started setting up a "notes" document for each chapter in Part 3, and a document for each draft chapter. It's not all done, but I've decided I like to fill the folder with these blank documents, ready to go. Plus, copying and pasting the outline material at the top of each "notes" document reminds of the story ahead.
Kimmie, Robin, and I went walking together today. It was a sunny day with the same cool fresh breeze blowing that has been here most of the past week. We went first to Stanley Park to walk the seawall, only to find ourselves amid some kind of Walk for AIDS march. The seawall was jammed, and after three-quarters of an hour we decided to abandon that mission and drive over to Deer Lake Park in Burnaby instead. There we found some kind of public music event that featured live reggae thumping across the lawns, but there were not too many people, so we had our picnic lunch on a sunbaked bench on the duckboards at the lakeside. Then we walked the lovely trails, with trees yellowing and turning brick-colored and orange, squirrels and chickadees grabbing sunflower seeds that someone had left in handfuls on top of fenceposts, and Steller's jays yelling harshly at each other.
We walked plenty, for us anyway. Kimmie felt some intestinal pain--another thing for her new doctor to look into, a young woman starting her practice at the medical office where Robin is an MOA. Now the women are out handling the grocery shopping, while the man blogs. Soon the man will make tea and do his afternoon research reading.
A quiet but beautiful life.
Kimmie, Robin, and I went walking together today. It was a sunny day with the same cool fresh breeze blowing that has been here most of the past week. We went first to Stanley Park to walk the seawall, only to find ourselves amid some kind of Walk for AIDS march. The seawall was jammed, and after three-quarters of an hour we decided to abandon that mission and drive over to Deer Lake Park in Burnaby instead. There we found some kind of public music event that featured live reggae thumping across the lawns, but there were not too many people, so we had our picnic lunch on a sunbaked bench on the duckboards at the lakeside. Then we walked the lovely trails, with trees yellowing and turning brick-colored and orange, squirrels and chickadees grabbing sunflower seeds that someone had left in handfuls on top of fenceposts, and Steller's jays yelling harshly at each other.
We walked plenty, for us anyway. Kimmie felt some intestinal pain--another thing for her new doctor to look into, a young woman starting her practice at the medical office where Robin is an MOA. Now the women are out handling the grocery shopping, while the man blogs. Soon the man will make tea and do his afternoon research reading.
A quiet but beautiful life.
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