Sunday, July 15, 2018

Bagel Sunday

A new habit, drive ten minutes to Harry Higgins Boiled Bagels on Sunday morning, early, to get a week's worth. Harriet says they are the real thing, rare in Portland. Very chewy, which I am told is the east coast key. Gives me a nice 6 a.m. drive on a Sunday morning. Sometimes Sketch comes with me but he was asleep today and I didn't want to wake him.

Ready to watch the WC final. No fav. Tie and penalty kicks would be fun.

Man, part two of my novel is very tough. This is a damn hard book to write because my characters are real and dealing with one's own death/suicide can be stressful and challenging indeed.

I still don't know my ending. I am going to plow ahead. I want some kind of a draft by the end of summer. I want to get this out in the fall. A ton of work but what else do I have to do, except play the ukulele? Which is going well, by the way. Soon I will have some songs to record.

Hot weather continues. I used to love hot weather. I don't any more. 80 is about right.

Sketch is doing well, after a bad spell a month or so ago. Now and again he runs around with a toy like a puppy. Not bad for a 16 y/o rat terrier. I have a hard time keeping up with him.

We need to get out on the river this summer. Looking into a kayak tour.

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