#330

What a good day.  I got all sorts of things done, and enjoyed myself to boot.

First I got the news postings on my website all caught up.  Good to get that done, and I must stay more caught up and post as the news of productions comes usp  

Then I took another bus that stops close to the house.  This one let me off near one of my favorite restaurants, so I took myself to lunch - a nice pear-cranberry-blue cheese salad - while I finished reading another Stephen Crane story and wrote a letter to a friend.  Yes, wrote, yes, a letter.  My cursive writing has gone to hell since I (and we all) started using computers for just about everything.  But I do have a couple of friends with whom I exchange letters, which are a treat to send and to receive.

It was a chilly, clear day, so I started walking, thinking I would catch the same bus back when it passed me, but I ended up walking the whole way, a couple of miles, on streets I haven't walked before.  I do love looking at houses, wondering about the people who live in them.  "What a pretty yellow door.  I wonder why they decided to paint it that startling color."  "What are they going to use that huge pile of gravel for?"  "Why would anyone want a monkey puzzle tree anywhere near their home?"  It's the playwright in me, always making up stories about people.  I just can't help myself.