WALKING IN DIAPERS FEELS OKAY

At Starbucks in Portland at 28th and Burnside, I'm dressed for the walk I just finished, and it was a chilly walk. Greater Portland Area is expecting maybe some few drops of snow mixed with rain during the next few days. Found some more interesting restaurants along 28th between Burnside and Sandy Blvd. Found Epif, a vegan restaurant with South American flair that has been advertising on PIFF screens. Tonight, however, I'm going to dine Italian. Saw a place with a vegetarian pasta dish...tomatoes, broccoli, you name it with zita pasta I think. Worked on rewrite of Ghoul World some little bit in early afternoon, and 70 people checked into this blog since yesterday. Thank you who are following my bucket list saga. Movie I'm seeing at PIFF tonight is Life After Life. Sent out a few more things recently to be considered for publication. I really don't do enough of the "sending out". Life is good, even in diapers. It's great walking the streets of a liberal modern city not caring if you poop your pants because it won't show through your diapers.

BEACH WALKS, CHAPTERS AHEAD, CLEAR SAILING FOR WEEKS

the beaches we walked

Over the weekend, in celebration of my 76 birthday (October 20th) my wife and I spent a weekend on Camano Island, north of Seattle, walking the beaches in fog and mist with nary a sign of sunshine, except in the love in our hearts for each other. That's all sunshine. Camano Island is stuck between Whidbey Island and the Washington Coast. Hardly an island at all, a couple of dump trucks of dirt would fill in the slough and creek that separates the mainland from Camano Island. We drove to La Conner, north of Camano Island for fried oysters. In fact, I broke so free of my vegan/vegetarian regime that I put on five pounds in two days of eating, but three disappeared as soon as we returned to Vancouver. Like magic. 

Today, I roughed out ideas for the next two or three chapters of Manning, adding several mysterious deaths that will puzzle Manning and, I hope the reader too. As I've said before, I see the ending, with only one decision to be made there, but getting to that ending should be all the fun of it for the reader.

SILENT BOOMER CROWS AND EATS SAUSAGE

Lohan via Huffpo via Getty

I've made a second step toward promoting myself. Most of my 75 year writing life, I've sat back, pouted, felt inferior and been jealous of everyone's success...even jealous of friends who win awards and make headway in this unrewarding business of writing while literacy declines all around us.

I sent an email to a local publication, pimping myself as a writer who ought to be interviewed. I listed all my worthiness to be interviewed. A veritable Lady Gaga of the written word. Or should that be Lindsay Lohan? Whichever. Doesn't Lindsay look a little beat up—the hazards of success?

PS: Found an interesting vegetarian sausage made by "Field Roast Grain Meat Co." Browned or grilled, its sausage-like texture is satisfying to both tooth and palate. My wife says they've too much oil in them. She's a real drill sergeant when it comes to diet. Damn it all to hell...she wants me to live!