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Ellen: WordPress is the engine running this blog. But the theme – the look and feel – was created by a woman in Japan who calls herself “page”. I picked her theme for you. One, because it’s not pink – and I thought you’d like that. Two, because a woman created it – and I thought you’d like that. It’s kind of neat, too, that the woman is Japanese – but I don’t know whether you care about that or not. But there is something else, something else you may not notice – not until you scan through the hundreds of themes I could have chosen – this uncluttered theme has just a touch of animation that none of the others had. The little rounded rectangle behind Home and About moves back and forth across the top of the page. And what happens when you press the little cock-eyed buttons for Recent Posts, Categories, or Archive? The rust colored rectangle below comes to life with a text display. This theme was the only one I found that did that stuff. 

If you visit the WordPress site and find a theme you like better, let me know.

It’s late. I don’t know how much I can tell you about what happened today.

The big event was – as it’s been all week – Dinky Dock. Today I stretched myself, I pushed myself, I did something I’d never have done before today. After walking east from Dinky Dock on Fairbanks past the Polasek Museum and on to the bottom of Brewer Hill, I bore down to the right around Lake Mizell until I was in that neighborhood where you and I met the Audubon Soceity for our little weed pulling adventure. Then I walked back to Dinky Dock. But the walk was nothing. I’d do that any day of the week. Twice on Sunday. And three times, if you’d go with me once. No, walking and walking and walking – that is nothing new. Swimming beyond the rope and out to the no-wake bouy, and then on to the next bouy, and back, swimming out in the deep water – that was new, that’s what a fifty-one year old guy will do to prove to himself he will do whatever it takes … to see you again.

Yours
I’m
David