well that was my day pretty much. our day. poor bear had a bummer swim but still a good time after we escaped the flies. she ate a crunchy cicada shell. later found a live one in the alley but she prompted it to fly. i used to pose fife the pitbull in front of the unitarian sign. they do it good. that dog in the brick jail yard thinks they own the place, sheesh. the crow tipi is still there but it kind of smells like pee now. good light anyway. dig the gingko mural and little bear posing so nice. went to the liberry and got an unknown book man of my time and happy end by michael haneke. night can't come soon enough. it's brutally hot. after the lib i rode to pebble beach and saw a couple from before corona and before they fenced and blocked it off and i was glad to see someone familiar but they were odd, i was friendly and she said her brother's dog couldn't come because of a hurt leg, and i realized that was her brother, the guy with the black dog who tried to kill mister and i'm not glad the dog's hurt but glad they both can't make it there anymore, and sad that mister can't either while the black beast is away. the places we rested are crumbled, but parts of the old wall still stand and the dugs petroglyph. when i left the couple ignored me. i went and walked lulu through the shadows and the blazing sun to the mist fountain and today it was the finest with steady rainbows and deja lu joy. then i went straight back to pebble beach and parked my bike on the sea wall and climbed in next to that couple who didn't look and ignored them too though i saw them not look and i had a beautiful wonderful swim for mister and me without mister the first time since he died. i was almost thinking i would retire from this place but no way in hell. i'm back, mister! and i don't need to talk to anyone unless they are cool. that couple is dumb and boring and the brother's a weirdo. but that place! it's so changed, but it's energy continues to uplift and inspire, and it's waaaay better than the point. after i packed to roll i stopped and put my glasses  in my pocket and dove off a stone further south like the one me and mister used to lay on together which caved in. then i went further and saw th slippery when wet pavement i watched the painter paint a mosaic now and found a bottle buried. it's cracked but intact and old with bubbles. then i washed it and i pictured the cute graffiti and a birthday memorial. then i dove in again and climbed out onto the old diving board frame. so what do you think, a pretty good day, right? still here!