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
ALAS, not going that way...
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...
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
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:
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!
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.
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!
Bellinghamsters! And you'd better
start packing and stop dreaming.
Or keep dreaming and let's stay!
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
3) staring into space, the Final Frontier
if someone didn't make me start actually
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!
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.)