Scenery Change
Well, I blew this joint this weekend. I headed on a two hour drive to my girlfriend's place, north of Seattle. She lives in a small community, of which I drove through farmland, with fewer animals lining the fences as I had seen on my jaunt. Nice location, though. She had a couple of other friends join us for wine, music and a meal. Very relaxing. So relaxing, I fell asleep before eight o'clock, after she put in a movie..."Julie-Julia", with Meryl Streep. This was not the movie's fault. I think the wine, a great meal of halibut and warmth, just put me in a vegetative state. I felt bad, and in the morning, my first words to her were, "I am sorry I wasn't a party in a jar." Don't ask me where that came from. I am usually bigger than a jar. A barrel at least. But it was nice to visit and get acquainted with some of her other friends. I met her 35 year old son for the first time, in the four I have known her. She just moved to this location in February, and is looking to move again, very soon. Housemate problems. I wish she didn't feel so...forced out.
On Sunday, since I was going by Seattle, my eldest, son invited me to stop at his house in the down town area, and meet the new girlfriend. As I rarely see him, though he is only an hour away, I took him up on his invitation. I was pleased with the new mate. He seems stable, happy...though work is running him ragged. We walked from his apartment, located about 14 blocks at the base of Queen Anne Hill, all the way to the bloody top. They only had to stop twice to let me catch up. (Information here, Queen Anne Hill is a lustrous neighborhood with old Victorian homes, steep streets, well known and envied in these parts.) The old homes are ridiculously priced at $800,00 to 1.5 million...really? Really? Myself and my son's gal were looking at a real estate office board, of local listings. Many were Craftsman Style homes, some updated and some not. Really? Really? The term, location, location, location plays a huge role here. (smile) It is a lovely neighborhood with quick walks or drives to local shopping, ferries, and the hub bub of employment. Microsoft is not far away.
Nonetheless, when we reached the top of the summit (laugh here, as that's what it felt like after the walk up that big, ass hill), my son treated us to a nice brunch at a cafe. We then ventured through some shops and chatted while walking. For once, it wasn't raining. The afternoon slipped past quickly, and I scooted home, preparing for a Monday. I am on call this week for my agency, and other than a few pages on Saturday am, the beeper was quiet. (smile here). Of course, during my long drives, I was thinking...always thinking.
What a peaceful, relaxing weekend and such a nice change of scenery with people I love.
P.S...I will try to post a couple of pictures from our walk. I mean from our climb!
Random, charming street.
Going down.
Still going down.
We just kept walking.
From hence, where I came.
On Sunday, since I was going by Seattle, my eldest, son invited me to stop at his house in the down town area, and meet the new girlfriend. As I rarely see him, though he is only an hour away, I took him up on his invitation. I was pleased with the new mate. He seems stable, happy...though work is running him ragged. We walked from his apartment, located about 14 blocks at the base of Queen Anne Hill, all the way to the bloody top. They only had to stop twice to let me catch up. (Information here, Queen Anne Hill is a lustrous neighborhood with old Victorian homes, steep streets, well known and envied in these parts.) The old homes are ridiculously priced at $800,00 to 1.5 million...really? Really? Myself and my son's gal were looking at a real estate office board, of local listings. Many were Craftsman Style homes, some updated and some not. Really? Really? The term, location, location, location plays a huge role here. (smile) It is a lovely neighborhood with quick walks or drives to local shopping, ferries, and the hub bub of employment. Microsoft is not far away.
Nonetheless, when we reached the top of the summit (laugh here, as that's what it felt like after the walk up that big, ass hill), my son treated us to a nice brunch at a cafe. We then ventured through some shops and chatted while walking. For once, it wasn't raining. The afternoon slipped past quickly, and I scooted home, preparing for a Monday. I am on call this week for my agency, and other than a few pages on Saturday am, the beeper was quiet. (smile here). Of course, during my long drives, I was thinking...always thinking.
What a peaceful, relaxing weekend and such a nice change of scenery with people I love.
P.S...I will try to post a couple of pictures from our walk. I mean from our climb!
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