Good weekend.

It was a productive weekend. What on earth do I mean by that? I mean, I use that word: “productive”–it sounds like I worked. But I didn’t. It was a “good” weekend. But that doesn’t sound like anything. The adjective is useless. Good writing communicates better than platitudinal words. I did things! We went on the San Diego Book Crawl. We visited great bookstores. I got books on sea creatures, typography, a short comic. I bought a hair clip for my sweetie which has the Eye of Sauron on it. I sent thank you notes. I added various paper items to my notebook/scrapbook. I did some drawing. I did some brainstorming. I did laundry. I went through excess things and piled them together with the intent to drop off at a charity shop (Goodwill Industries). I made bone broth! All the chicken bones and such from the last 3 months boiled down to stuff we can make soup and cook with. I went to the beach. The waves were chaotic but there were a few good rides. I saw some of the Ocean Beach parrots…