Thurshday
Once more onto the coach, dear friends.
I boarded the number seven for downtown at approximately 9:00 and popped into town about fifteen minutes before the library opened, so I got to the bank for a little financial project (they'll never take me alive)
Wandered around Pike Place Market.
Some kind of celebration there this weekend, I believe.
I also believe that for every little drop of rain that falls, something gets wet.
At the Library, I loaded several more mp3s to my facebook site (Thank you Society of composers)
Then I forged onward, which is much easier than forging iron, especially since had neither coal nor bellows nor hammer with me.
I have been going to Caffe Ladro long enough that the sweet girl behind the counter knows my order, as do you, so there is no purpose served wasting time and keyboard reminding you.
Tall drip and peanut butter cookie.
Thence, as a matter of nostalgia, I decided that, in spite of the fact that I had just finished my morning carb'n'coffee, I might as well head off to the Pike Place Brewery for a nice spinach salad.
A meal which has important emotional significance for me.
The friendly girl directed me to the bar whereupon I felt it encumbant upon myself to order a nice XXXXX Stout after which a salad didn't seem appropriate.
So I ordered Fish and chips.
And it was good.
Those fish and chips.
Good.
The bartender turned out to be someone who used to sing in the choral with the SSO and with whom I've had conversation about the former choral "coordinator".
He thought he recognized me, and sure enough.
I brought him up to date on our mutual acquaintance.
I felt better for this as I walked to Capitol hill and my appointment with David, even though I've not been paying much heed to my musical muse lately.
Wait, Did I tell you about my waking dream this morning?
No I didn't
I had a dream this morning that I had made peace with someone with whom I've had a troubled relationship.
So the day started out nice to begin with.
And was made nicer by a pint of stout.
David loves my music, Ya, so do I, and so should you.
It's an entirely new type of music.
I'm ahead of my time.
Number nine bus home.
Cooked burgers for dinner
Popped open a litre of Corbel extra dry and celebrated the retirement of Meredith, whose official retirement is either today or tomorrow or something.
At least I think it was a litre, it might have been a liter, or even a quart, or a furlong for all I know.
So.
We had a really nice conversation about the Marx brothers, Gilda Radner, SNL and humor in general.
She's now in bed with her computer and I'm doing this.
I boarded the number seven for downtown at approximately 9:00 and popped into town about fifteen minutes before the library opened, so I got to the bank for a little financial project (they'll never take me alive)
Wandered around Pike Place Market.
Some kind of celebration there this weekend, I believe.
I also believe that for every little drop of rain that falls, something gets wet.
At the Library, I loaded several more mp3s to my facebook site (Thank you Society of composers)
Then I forged onward, which is much easier than forging iron, especially since had neither coal nor bellows nor hammer with me.
I have been going to Caffe Ladro long enough that the sweet girl behind the counter knows my order, as do you, so there is no purpose served wasting time and keyboard reminding you.
Tall drip and peanut butter cookie.
Thence, as a matter of nostalgia, I decided that, in spite of the fact that I had just finished my morning carb'n'coffee, I might as well head off to the Pike Place Brewery for a nice spinach salad.
A meal which has important emotional significance for me.
The friendly girl directed me to the bar whereupon I felt it encumbant upon myself to order a nice XXXXX Stout after which a salad didn't seem appropriate.
So I ordered Fish and chips.
And it was good.
Those fish and chips.
Good.
The bartender turned out to be someone who used to sing in the choral with the SSO and with whom I've had conversation about the former choral "coordinator".
He thought he recognized me, and sure enough.
I brought him up to date on our mutual acquaintance.
I felt better for this as I walked to Capitol hill and my appointment with David, even though I've not been paying much heed to my musical muse lately.
Wait, Did I tell you about my waking dream this morning?
No I didn't
I had a dream this morning that I had made peace with someone with whom I've had a troubled relationship.
So the day started out nice to begin with.
And was made nicer by a pint of stout.
David loves my music, Ya, so do I, and so should you.
It's an entirely new type of music.
I'm ahead of my time.
Number nine bus home.
Cooked burgers for dinner
Popped open a litre of Corbel extra dry and celebrated the retirement of Meredith, whose official retirement is either today or tomorrow or something.
At least I think it was a litre, it might have been a liter, or even a quart, or a furlong for all I know.
So.
We had a really nice conversation about the Marx brothers, Gilda Radner, SNL and humor in general.
She's now in bed with her computer and I'm doing this.
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