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Ballard things
Oct. 7th, 2014 06:18 pmYesterday morning, while we were walking Molly, one of our neighbors hailed us and offered us his stash of canned dog food. His dog had passed overnight. Simple old age.
They shared a pickup truck by the park. His dog was big and mellow and we used to chat about our pets when the dog was tied out to the tree in the planting strip. Taking the food seemed like the right thing to do. C says the dog was still in the bed of the truck.
I worry about the man, but I know he has friends. I hope he'll be blasting the Beatles on the radio this Sunday like always.
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I love that our fancy coffee shop has fishermen in its meeting room almost every morning. And a regular group of Russian-speaking construction workers.
Yesterday, barista S said that there were tons of people from the knitting conference in over the weekend. And he asked about C's recent interview. I love being a regular. I love it very much.
They shared a pickup truck by the park. His dog was big and mellow and we used to chat about our pets when the dog was tied out to the tree in the planting strip. Taking the food seemed like the right thing to do. C says the dog was still in the bed of the truck.
I worry about the man, but I know he has friends. I hope he'll be blasting the Beatles on the radio this Sunday like always.
* * *
I love that our fancy coffee shop has fishermen in its meeting room almost every morning. And a regular group of Russian-speaking construction workers.
Yesterday, barista S said that there were tons of people from the knitting conference in over the weekend. And he asked about C's recent interview. I love being a regular. I love it very much.
