Pretty day at last

Waiting for my good friend and climbing partner, who's somewhere watching the World Cup game. We're heading over to the climbing gym for a session, and I'm feeling restless. Been out for the first walk late this morning, running a little gauntlet of yard sales across the street. My mom espied a Sponge Bob stuffed creature, so I splurged and spent the fifty cents to get it for her. At our friend the chickenkeeper's, we acquired a freshly-laid bluish green egg, so were walking around looking like something most unnatural had occurred.
Nice session at the gym. Definitely feeling the effects of only going once a week, in diminished endurance and courage. Break time is over.
Another lovely late evening walk.
Onward with E. Abbey, onto desert isles and into barrancas in Mexico.