Into the ravine

Thursday’s word count: 1078. Friday’s: 970. Total now, 19158.

Kelly and I recently learned that there’s a ravine in east Vancouver, not far from the Italian Cultural Center. We went exploring and found ourselves plunging down a steep and slippery trail into a mildly smelly, litter-strewn hole in the earth. There’s a creek down there, and a trail, and about five bazillion spiders. (The spiders are having a good year, and there will be many photos of them quite soon.)

This doesn’t communicate how far down and middle-of-nowhere it felt–even though it’s actually quite small and right in the heart of the city, but we felt very off-road when we got to the bottom.

Renfrew Ravine

I am planning to leave a fictional body down here within the week.

Crunching bones, and words

Speaking of Sue, this is my sister’s adorable new puppy, Sophy, who is very very active and cannot sit still even if you feed her part of your own body.

Sophy

Speaking, sort of, of movement–I’m up to 17,110 words now on THE RAIN GARDEN. I won’t give you the day-by-day, blow-by-blow but essentially I’m trudging through the middle act now, still at 800-1200 words a day. It’s that click click click up the rollercoaster, pause… phase. I’m thinking to hit the plunge to the end soonish.

Annual tune-ups

Part of September, for me, is catching up on maintenance stuff, which means the past week has been full of extra appointments–dental checkup, fireplace fix-it guys, that sort of thing. I am very much a creature of routine and the cumulative disruption was big: I am looking at a far smoother road next week, and it’s an exciting prospect.

Routine includes getting some pics online, so here’s a cormorant.

False Creek rambles

And Friday’s words: 1,077 for a total of 11,824.

Pushing 10K

No, not running. 1,159 words on Tuesday and 863 today, for a total of 9824.

I have been trying to work up something other than pics and word counts for you all to read, and it should happen soonish, but this week has been exceptionally full of scampering around, falling behind, madly catching up and then falling into a coma at the end of the day. In the meantime, here’s a pipe and some grass to keep you occupied.

Seattle
Mmm, that didn’t sound quite right.