Every restaurant is either a James Beard winner, a James Beard finalist, or a James Beard contestant. Or so it seems. It means you will still be hungry when you leave that restaurant, so you stop at Dick’s.
I walk on my day off. “Congrats Class of 24” in a pane glass window. “Luxury Homes” sandwich board on an overgrown corner of California Poppies. Because they are non-native, some consider them weeds, but they provide beauty and cover for the insect world in unattended areas.
The timber of hammers and falling plywood is nearby. The workers speak in Spanish. The sound of plywood dropping sounds like gunshots, and Seattlites take to the Ring app to inquire. “Did anyone hear gunshots near NW 58th Street?”
Strong gusts. A crow carves the shape of the wind. A flattened rat has hardened into a sun-dried puck with a tail. It reminds me of dried Japanese fish snacks or a crushed soda can.
I recently purchased a longboard so I can skateboard with my daughter. Longboards are for cruising, and the deck is wider for increased control and balance. Safety is a priority, especially at my age, so my next purchase will be a helmet.
I am exploring new interests. Having varied hobbies opens us to the potential of ourselves and the world. As microbiologist Joshua Lederberg said, “Life’s a hobby.” To treat it as such is a form of non-attachment.
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