pointless jabber

Lately I’ve been wondering why the oyster shells we see on the beach at night have no barnacles on them. None at all. I’ve been wondering what kinds of clam we have down there that extend itself out of the sand enough that it looked like it could have its own porno movie. How far did that Doug-fir tree sail before it washed up on the beach at La Push, and what kind of storm would that have been?

But even more distracting, Master Gardeners needs a lot of publicity these days, and the grants cycle is underway. My friend May finally got a carpentry job. I’ve been increasing my power walking with my neighbor. I’ve had meetings, doctor appointments both work and social, lectures to attend and plays to enjoy.

Hence the “lazy” part of the name.

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