August 5th, 2003

Roman

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TEH W3ATH3R IS BAUTIFUL1!11! OMG WTF LOL DA OCEAN IS DEP BLUA GOAS ON FOREVER!111!1! WTF LOL SOM3ONE ASK3D MA ON TEH PHONA 2DAY HOW I LIEK TEH CANTRAL COAST!11! OMG WTF LOL I SADE I CANT IMAGIEN ANYTHNG BTER!!!!1!1 WTF LOL
Roman

Crazy times

I went for a hike, Maino open space, this afternoon. Not as many people there this time as last, and I liked that. I didn't have to jump off the trail to let bikes by very often at all. Or runners or dogs. It's a lovely, just about perfect hike for me, and I soaked it all up while my knees bitched and bitched. Too bad for them. I may give them some drugs.

When I got back the back door was bolted shut. I had asked Paul, in a note, to catch Stretch if he could, and obviously he had. I banged on the door. No response. I went around to the front, tried several keys, didn't find the right one, banged again, no response. I went back to my car, had a few words with Lynn, my neighbor (she helped Paul catch Stretch and she asked what was wrong with the little guy -Stretch, not Paul), grabbed the other set of keys from the pocket in my car, found the right one, and got myself inside.

And yes, there was Stretch, pleased to be there, fully aware, I am sure, that his appointment was for a couple of hours ago.