A Miscellany of Observations
Oct. 23rd, 2004 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
akirluO, it's hard to touch type with a cat in your arms. That should be a folk song, surely? At least a filk. Something about all the various incompatibilities of being a fan. O, it's hard to collate in a Darth Vader suit. But you can be fannish, if you've a mind to...
Sarah and I drove over to the Evil Empire's Sammamish complex to pick up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
libertango for lunch, and after a nice pomodoro with Italian sausage with the caro sposo, I took the mutt for a short walk along the creek behind the Sammamish complex. I would have made it longer, but for the fact that I was wearing Topsiders.
For some reason, deck shoes on damp, grassy slopes are a fatal combination. You'd think Topsiders, being designed to give traction on the damp, slippery, and often sloping decks of sail boats would do very well on damp, slippery grass slopes. You'd be so wrong, though. I didn't fall, actually, only had a couple of scary skids and wobbles. But Hal had been wearing Topsiders on a grass slope when he had the fall that broke his leg, and a few weeks back I had a series of humiliating pratfalls down a grassy slope at Point Defiance zoo which left me with a big smear of mud on my ass for the rest of the day, so after the day's first skid, I felt hyper-cautious. The more so because the trail was empty, and my cell phone was still at home in the charger.
Still, a nice walk. We saw a trio of mallards floating along on the current, like so many lost bath toys. The last blackberries shone, ripening, amid the mad welter of canes that grow like kudzu over anything in their path, and trail down out of trees like jungle vines. Here and there in the long grasses, the odd late-blooming buttercup winked and nodded. Frogs chirruped down at the water's edge. A lone heron startled out of the trees, rose like some mythic thing, and glided away out toward the lake. It is good to live in this place that feels like home. I should take that walk more often.
Sarah and I drove over to the Evil Empire's Sammamish complex to pick up
libertango for lunch, and after a nice pomodoro with Italian sausage with the caro sposo, I took the mutt for a short walk along the creek behind the Sammamish complex. I would have made it longer, but for the fact that I was wearing Topsiders. For some reason, deck shoes on damp, grassy slopes are a fatal combination. You'd think Topsiders, being designed to give traction on the damp, slippery, and often sloping decks of sail boats would do very well on damp, slippery grass slopes. You'd be so wrong, though. I didn't fall, actually, only had a couple of scary skids and wobbles. But Hal had been wearing Topsiders on a grass slope when he had the fall that broke his leg, and a few weeks back I had a series of humiliating pratfalls down a grassy slope at Point Defiance zoo which left me with a big smear of mud on my ass for the rest of the day, so after the day's first skid, I felt hyper-cautious. The more so because the trail was empty, and my cell phone was still at home in the charger.
Still, a nice walk. We saw a trio of mallards floating along on the current, like so many lost bath toys. The last blackberries shone, ripening, amid the mad welter of canes that grow like kudzu over anything in their path, and trail down out of trees like jungle vines. Here and there in the long grasses, the odd late-blooming buttercup winked and nodded. Frogs chirruped down at the water's edge. A lone heron startled out of the trees, rose like some mythic thing, and glided away out toward the lake. It is good to live in this place that feels like home. I should take that walk more often.
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