On The Threshold of A Whole New Life!

 

Psssssst! Bhindi, have you seen
how hard mom is at work packing
for our BIG MOVE?
like...NOT!



 

Not my fault the barista put
TWO SHOTS OF ESPRESSO
IN MY LATTE!


 

I walked to say "Good Bye" to
places I love, and ferries I will
never take to Alaska...which
actually one can ride all the way
out to the Aleutian Islands practically
To Siberia!
ALAS, not going that way...




 

Yes, packing is hard work. So,
after walking to say "Farewell, Ferry"
it was time for a good read at another
cafe...can never underestimate the
Healing Power of Lattes and Poetry
in the Pacific Northwest...nor the
poets one meets at such places.
It was Sunday.
I had been stuck in bed so long
it was WONDERFUL TO BE
OUT AND ABOUT...


 

Soon, we will live in the heart
of a Big City, in Seattle's famous
International District, where we
plan to run into Apolo Ohno
skating down the steep hill we
will live atop, with a View of 
The World!
And close enough to the stadiums
to hear the Seahawks games Live!
Go 12th man (fans who cheer so 
CRAZY-LOUD in a stadium built by 
Microsoft co-founder Paul Allen with 
acoustics specifically designed to 
amplify US to prevent 
opposing teams from hearing their
quarterback, hee-hee) hence, 
our moniker as Seahawks "12th Man!"
We were even accused of artifically
PIPING IN CHEERING IT WAS SO
LOUD ONE YEAR SO MANY TEAMS
COMPLAINED, TO WHICH WE SAY:
"wah!"
And we were exonerated.
We really are that loud!
So, we can sit on the Terrace and just listen
to the Stadium Rock and hope that
9.0 earthquake predicted to take us off
the map never makes that stadium ROLL!



 

From the roof of our new digs we
can enjoy a latte and watch ferries
ply back and forth across Puget Sound,
maybe even get a glimpse of a wayward
pod of orcas known to occasionally
leave the San Juan Islands where we
live now to come south for reasons
only they know...We will watch 
stars at night and we will dream.


 

And just up the steepest hill in the
world on our block we will remember
our Tai Chi, of course we will,
and practice diligently aside the
sculpture gifted Seattle by our
sister city, Kobe, Japan. This park
switchbacks from our apartment
down into the International District
where a vegan Chinese restaurant 
will surely become a regular lunch spot!



 

Who cares, ma, we loves being
Bellinghamsters! And you'd better
start packing and stop dreaming.
Or keep dreaming and let's stay!



 

What? I'm a Guinea Pigster and 
always will be no matter where
we live? In that case...
HEY EVERYBODY, I just got
my nails trimmed, how awesome
is Squirrel NOW?!?

Yes, we are moving.
It is bittersweet, we love it here so.
My neighbors are enthusiastically pitching 
in to ensure I am actually packing instead of
1) reading every page of every newspaper
that was being used to wrap things
2) finding things in every piece of art
while packing and pulling out all my
art pens to redraw what I felt needed
improvement, which was nearly
everything...
3) staring into space, the Final Frontier
if someone didn't make me start actually
PACKING!
4) saying good-bye to so many...
We are packing, we hope it gets done in time,
the movers will come and whisk us away
to the heart of the Emerald City as a brand
new life Awaits us...
(and I can't breathe!) I can't breathe!
What panic attack? I can't breathe!
Big City, us?
I can't breathe!
Piggies, calm yo'mama!
Piggies...
ACK! WHAT HAVE WE DONE?

(P.S. if i already posted a blog just like this one
blame it on my brain which still insists I stare
blankly into space and repeat things I have
already said and done...sigh.)
Thank you.