oyster dig

rope swing at low tide




Paps found a treasure chest of shelled fish on the private beach of a Totten Inlet cabin opened to us for the week -- we stayed a day. He dug away as the tide moved away, uncovering more and more geoduck, butter clams and oysters. Opening the oyster shells with a screwdriver looked tedious and messy, so I stayed put - reclined in my chair, and attempting to finish an algebra lesson.



Just as I mustered up enough guts to plop an oyster in my mouth, mom explained that I would be eating the stomach and fecies too. "You see that gushing out? That's the poop!" That killed it.

Mom had been reading between phone calls all afternoon. If I heard "I want to talk about me" one more time... Anyway, Teresa mentioned something about red tide, but I assure you that Paps is alive and well and has kept everything down.


A fit 90-year-old was walking the beach that he called home for 50 years. He swims in the Puget Sound every day. His words of wisdom: "A little walking, a little swimming, good food, a little wine... and you'll live forever."




My Randomness...

Fandango used the headline "Bourne Again." See it for yourself.

Instead of buying a replacement phone for the bad-tempered one that jumped out of my hand -- and out the window this summer, I just needed to replace the battery on an old one that was laying around in a drawer at home. So I did. Now I have two. My new ring tone is Maneater covered by Nelly Furtado.