My feet are still being eaten by fungus and cracked and dry and painful to walk on.  Putting anti-fungal cream on a couple of times a day, washing, grinding off the old dead skin with a pumice stone.  Hoping I can get them to where it’s comfortable to walk again soon.  Usually the dry cracking skin is a winter problem for me and so I’m hoping as the weather warms up that will go away.  Mainly concentrating on trying to kill the fungus.

     Shoreline Skies last Thursday. Such a contrast to today.

     Hot for April in Shoreline.

Leaving Juanita Beach, there is a collection of ugly apartments across the street.

This is what the water at the Juanita Beach on Lake Washington in Kirkland looks like. When I as a teenager (say 40 years ago), I used to go swimming here fairly regularly. Back then you’d see clear water and sand, not this green crap with all sorts of floating debris.  Strangely enough and kind of scary, kids still play in this muck that resembles the intake of a sewer treatment plant.  This is an example of where we’ve really hurt our environment in ways that very directly affects all of us as well as wild life.

     I woke up just in time to avoid a serious ass whooping.

     I was walking down an urban street at night.  There were a lot of people out.  A lot of activity.

     A guy in his girlfriend were walking behind me.  He had a rubber ball that he kept bouncing off my back.

     His girlfriend said to him, “Do you have to do that?”

     I replied, of course he does!  He’s an asshole!

     My mistake was not turning around to see my opponent before engaging because when I did turn around, I realized I had engaged someone about a foot taller than myself, a lot more muscular, younger, and I inferred, more street savvy.

     Fortunately, I awoke from the dream at this point.