A magical moment: Mt. Rainier
Walked in the door at 7 am this morning. House was full of sleeping 20-somethings. They were off to a day of wine and snacking. We were on our way to the couch for snoozing and baseball.
I put a hold on the mail while we were away. I’ll go through it today. Maybe organize it into piles: total junk directly to garbage, junk that will make its way to the garbage soon, magazines, bills . . . Eventually all mail ends up in the garbarge — but not before sitting on my dining room table for weeks!
I took a short nap and then put on my sunglasses and drove around the neighborhood — returned library travel books, bought one pound coffee, 3 bananas, some organic greens . . . that was enough for one trip. Now I suppose I should pay some bills so I can throw out some more mail but I’m rapidly running out of steam. Yankees winning 5-1. Is it okay if I fall asleep? Could they be ahead because I am sitting in front of the tv with my eyes open while Drew’s eyes are shut. Someone has to pay attention to the game.
Apparently not me . . I fell asleep and they won.
Well, enough of this travelling stuff now . . back to real life Long Island living.
and wishing on the stars up above THAT THE SUN WOULD COME OUT!
Light rain, showers, rain — It’s all wet to me.
All week long I looked outside my hotel window and saw Bainbridge Island in between the raindrops. Today it is not there. I’ve been told that Mt. Rainier is hovering out that way too. A rumor, I suppose.
It’s not even noon yet and I am eating potato chips and M&Ms — maybe I should finish off this bottle of wine. I think I am overdosing on wet and dreary. My raincoat is great. I keeps me warm and dry. But you know what is even better? Staying inside with a cup of hot tea and a tasty fresh sandwich on sourdough.
A view from a bridge: An island and a mountain -- yeah right!
I checked the hourly forecast for Seattle on weather.com. Rain, light rain, showers — it’s not looking good. But I have to get going. The bed has to be made and the towels replaced. Wonder how far I have to go to walk off my breakfast of 2 croissants and a half bowl oatmeal?
(Spoke to Hannah today and she is not happy. Her landlord is raising the rent $400 a month in June. There oughta be a law . . . but from what I can see — there isn’t. Suggestions anyone — Under $3000/3 bedrooms/pref. East Village?)
I’m back in the room. I thought once I started walking it would get better. It didn’t. I was out for 3 hours walking in the rain/showers/light rain. My destination was the Queen Anne neighborhood. I got pretty close but then turned back when the puddles were knee-deep. Picked up a sandwich on sourdough.
I think I’ll curl up on a pile of pillow next to the door and wait for Drew to get off work.