Greetings from Discovery Park

Sunday was more overcast than Saturday, but still gorgeous and not too hot. We went out early for a Sunday to Discovery Park, where we hiked the three-mile loop down to the beach and back, bringing a picnic for lunch. Because it wasn't warm enough to swim in the Sound, the parking lot wasn't crowded and neither were the trails. The tide was in, so we didn't see starfish or anemones, but we saw some crabs, shrimp, and clams (many eaten by seagulls and eagles, who were flying over the beach) and a variety of sailboats, cargo ships, and paddleboarders.

 

We stopped at Safeway on the way home for provisions, then watched most of the Orioles loss to the Rangers around chores and a walk on the dock. We just finished watching the season finale of Interview with the Vampire, which was emotional and intense and did a great job integrating material from the later Vampire Chronicles that Anne Rice hadn't written yet by the end of the first one. Now we're watching Orphan Black: Echoes, which is clearly trying to incorporate characters and actors from the original but it's too soon for me to tell if it's really working.

Greetings from Evans Creek Preserve

Saturday was a gorgeous, not-too-hot day in the Seattle area! We had a quiet morning reading and doing boring stuff, then we ate lunch and went to Evans Creek Preserve to hike in the trees and along the meadow trail in view of the Cascades. There was almost nobody around and it smelled great in the woods. 

 

Before we came home, we stopped at Kohl's to return both Kohl's stuff and Amazon packages, since Kohl's ships them back. The wait times were ridiculous, but I had a bunch of coupons and Kohl's cash expiring on the 30th, so I wound up getting a $90 jacket for about $15, which always feels like an accomplishment. 

We watched most of the Orioles win over the Rangers, which was very enjoyable, and a bit of the Mariners game (ultimately a loss) before we started watching the insane historical Tudor fantasy My Lady Jane, which is crazy and hilarious and has Anna Chancellor scheming all over the place so I am enjoying it enormously!

Greetings from Green Lake

I had a very nice, social Friday, starting after morning chores with Adam, who had an eye doctor appointment in Redmond and met us afterward at Kitanda, where he bought us lunch and we caught up on his plans for moving to Ohio by the middle of August, when he and Haley will both be starting new jobs. I stopped at the Bath and Body Works sale for wallflower scents before we headed home. 

In the afternoon, we drove to Green Lake to meet our friends Kris and Josh, with whom we walked by the lake to Chocolati, then went to dinner at Mykonos. We hadn't seen them for a year, so we were excited they were in town from Oregon. We had thought we might stop by to see Daniel while we were in the neighborhood, but he had an insane work day and didn't get back till we were done with dinner. 

We walked by the lake some more after sharing mezze including hummus, tyrokafteri, melitzanasalata, saganaki, skordalia, feta and Greek potatoes, horiatiki salata, and fried zucchini with tzatziki, all of which was delicious. Then we said goodnight and came home, where we're watching the rest of the third season of The Bear, which I think has been a bit less intense than the third season but still great. 

Poem for Thursday and Forever Twilight

Drizzle 

By William Matthews 

Baudelaire: "The dead, the poor dead, have their bad hours."

But the dead have no watches, no grief and no hours.

At first not smoking took all my time: I did it

a little by little and hour by hour.

   Per diem. Pro bono. Cui bono? Pro rata.

But the poor use English. Off and on. By the hour.

   "I'm sorry but we'll have to stop now." There tick but

fifty minutes in the psychoanalytic hour.

Vengeance is mine, yours, his or hers, ours, yours again

(you-all's this time), and then (yikes!) theirs. I prefer ours.

Twenty minutes fleeing phantoms at full tilt and then

the cat coils herself like a quoit and sleeps for hours. 

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Thursday was cooler than Wednesday and rainy on and off. We went out in the late morning to get bagels, did a bunch of chores -- mine included laundry and packing up clothes for Goodwill -- then we walked in the drizzle to the beach, which we had pretty much to ourselves because of the weather except for people who were making a wood fire that smelled amazing. 

The Os won, and my Thursday night chat group ran long -- we were all avoiding watching the debate -- so I ate dinner late (one of the bagels we got earlier with tofu). Afterward we watched this week's The Boys, a massive horror shitfest, followed by a season three episode of The Bear, which feels a little out of focus midway through. Speaking of horror shitfests, Forever Twilight in Forks:

Poem for Wednesday and Lake Crescent

Lake of the Isles 

By Anni Liu 

January 2021 

After my grandfather died

I waited for him to arrive

In Minneapolis. Daily

I walked across the water

Wearing my black armband

Sewn from scraps, ears trained for his voice.

Migration teaches death, deprives us

Of the language of the body,

Prepares us for other kinds of crossings,

The endless innovations of grief.

Forty-nine days, forty-nine nights—

I carried his name and a stick

Of incense to the island in the lake

And with fellow mourners watched

As it burned a hole in the ice.

He did not give a sign, but I imagined him

Traveling against the grain

Of the earth, declining time.

Spirit like wind, roughening

Whatever of ourselves we leave bare.

When he was alive, he and I

Rarely spoke. But his was a great

And courageous tenderness.

Now we are beyond the barriers

Of embodied speech, of nationhood.

Someday, I will join him there in the country

Of our collective future, knowing

That loneliness is just an ongoing

Relationship with time.

It is such a strange thing, to be

Continuous. In the weeks without snow,

What do the small creatures drink?

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We had a lovely cool Wednesday in the Seattle area with rain late in the evening that will keep tomorrow's temperatures nice too. I chatted with Hildy who was my one high school friend around in the morning, along with her daughter Haley and Adam, who just found a house to share in Ohio in the fall. Hildy is coming to visit for a few days in July! After lunch, I watched the first half of Wakanda Forever with Kristen, which was great both socially and cinematically. 

We walked to the lake in the afternoon, enjoying the gorgeous cool weather and the relatively empty beach, though the geese were mostly hiding and the frogs were quieter. I had a better baseball day -- the Orioles and Mariners both won! -- and after dinner we started watching the new third season of The Bear, which continues to be excellent though so far not quite the heights of the second season. In honor of the cool weather, here is Lake Crescent in the Olympic Peninsula:

Poem for Tuesday and Swans Trail Farm Animals

Dark Matter and Dark Energy 

By Alicia Ostriker 

My husband says dark matter is a reality

not just some theory invented by adolescent computers

he can prove it exists and is everywhere

forming invisible haloes around everything

and somehow because of gravity

holding everything loosely together

the way a child wants to escape its parents

and doesn’t want to—what’s that—

we don’t know what it is but we know it is real

the way our mothers and fathers fondly

angrily followed fixed orbits around

each other like mice on a track

the way every human and every atom

rushes through space wrapped in its invisible

halo, this big shadow—that’s dark dark matter

sweetheart, while the galaxies

in the wealth of their ferocious protective bubbles

stare at each other

unable to cease

proudly

receding

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Tuesday was nearly 80 degrees, a gorgeous day, the highlight of which for me was a walk to the beach where people were swimming, barbecuing, and blowing giant bubbles, though it was also a good day for seeing eagles and squirrels and, eventually, ducklings. I did some boring stuff around that, and again had a terrible baseball day though I saw very little of the Orioles, Mariners, and Nationals losses. 

It has, however, been a good TV night: first I watched Voyager's frankly terrible "Repression" with my Tuesday group, then Star Wars: The Acolyte with Cheryl which is creating more questions than answers but definitely holding my interest, and now we're watching the season finale of Dark Matter, which has been exceptional in every way. From Swans Trail Farms' Baby Animals & Berries Festival: 

Poem for Monday and Edmonds Arts

Magnifying Glass 

By Tim Seibles 

No one

would burn

your name

for not seeing

the ant’s

careful antennae

testing the air

next to your

shoe, six legs

almost rowing

it along. Who

would be upset

if you brushed one

off-handedly off

your arm, undone

by the tiny

steps: what do

they want,

you ask — unaware

that they breathe

through their

sides. Do they

sleep? Do they

dream

anything? No

one should

mark your soul

short     if you

mash one: when

two ants meet

there’s no tongue

for hello — it’s a

bug, a nearly

less than

little thing: at most,

made to chisel

crumbs

under the fridge

with eyes that,

even in brightest

day, see not reds

or greens but gray

and gray again.

Who would

curse your life

if you bring out

the Raid?

How many

books have they

read? — that

brain    a virtual

speck. Is all

they carry

really work

or just some

dumb old daily

ado? — the heart

spending

what blood, what

prehistoric nudge

on that

handsome,

brittle head.

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I have nothing exciting to report from my Monday (work, chores, a couple of phone calls, three half-watched baseball games that ended badly for the Orioles, Mariners, and Nationals respectively) except for spectacular weather that we enjoyed on the beach and the dock. There were eagles and geese and frogs who are still singing late into the night. 

I did a silly file reorganization project this evening while watching most of season two of The Bear that made me run late, so I shall be brief and share these photos from the Edmonds Arts Festival of some of the crafts we saw, where particularly the glass and pottery delighted me though I loved seeing everything from the lavender pillows to the resin jewelry:

Greetings from Seahurst

Puget Sound had a forecast for this weekend for very low tides, exposing the intertidal zone where moon snails are currently making egg collars and sea stars are clinging to the undersides of rocks. So in the morning, we packed sandwiches and went to Seahurst Park in Burien, which we used to visit on the way to SeaTac when we were about to leave Seattle and only learned after several years had great tidepools. We saw many snails, crabs of all sizes, sea stars, sea cucumbers, chitons, and assorted fish. Then we ate our sandwiches while sitting on driftwood, watching the herons, gulls, and crows fish and eat too. 

 

We came home in the afternoon and took showers because we had lots of sand in lots of places, then watched some baseball (the important games of the day for us, the Mariners vs. Marlins and Orioles vs. Astros, had both ended badly earlier). Then we ate ravioli and watched the start of the second season of The Bear (excellent), followed by the penultimate episode this season of Interview with the Vampire (sad, very well done, though I miss one of the most poignant moments from the novel), and the first episode of Orphan Black: Echoes (too soon to tell whether it will in any way be a good follow-up to the original).