Wasting Away (Except In The Mirror)
Another lovely night for a walk down to Gasworks Park, fueled (not) by my reduced-portion, no-wine dinner. I know, we’re boring. We’re going to have to drop in and see this movie before it leaves:
A store on 45th had a lamp that Mrs. Perils forbade me to even look at, much less consider purchasing:
Once at Gasworks, we encountered a troupe of clog dancers whom we think were rehearsing for the Fremont Solstice Parade. Amusing video click here .
I have more to say, but I’ve become too weak to type.
