it is our last, best hope (Eastshore Park)

[nibot]

At Kenny's suggestion, he and I and Diane headed off today to a park in Albany. It's a sort of pirate island composed of industrial rubble, where sculptures, paintings, and lucky charm fortresses rise from the jungle, from the plants and the concrete and rusting metal.

Then we got home and I did the afternoon kitchen clean, the outside clean, and then cleaned all of the dishes from special dinner.

[edit: see Diane's entry called "my own island"]