By Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
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It rained all day Friday here, sometimes only drizzle and sometimes quite heavily, which was fine because we're in drought conditions in a lot of the Seattle area. I had a whole bunch of work to get done, and it was a good day for it. We went out briefly in the afternoon, but apart from one heron, one egret, and a few smaller birds, the animals were hiding from the weather.
The Orioles game started badly, but ended magnificently after a grand slam by Santander. We saw the end over dinner, then we watched the rest of Magpie Murders, which has been quite enjoyable -- we're on the last episode and I still don't know who did it. (We took a break for the extra inning of the Mariners-Giants game.) The zucchini races at the CHOMP! festival at Marymoor:
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