Reprieve

Gray but pleasant, for tromping around and getting supplies; our household musician needed some accoutrements, so we shot off to the music shop. The bookstore stop was fruitless; better to go there without high hopes, and take pot luck.
There's a big plot of forested land on Whidbey Island that three banks are trying to sell off for deforestation and building housing developments; a local group has about ten days to raise 2.5 million bucks to keep it from being turned into high-priced tract homes. This is the kind of thing I would do anonymously, were I rich as Warren Buffett or Bill Gates. Such a small sum, in the long eye of time.