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I am no longer lame
Dec. 30th, 2001 11:40 pmWell, only sort of, and it's due to work tomorrow morning.
Yesterday I slept. I curled up on the big green couch downstairs, the one that sucks you into it and doesn't let you go, and just napped. It was a nap of power. I wasn't all the way down into real sleep - I would drift up into the realm of consciousness enough to hear people coming and going around me, and back into vague unmemorable dreams. I couldn't really move - I'd hear questions directed at me, and I couldn't answer more than a tinytiny headshake or nod unless I made the tremendous effort to wake myself for real, and then it was usally five minutes later, and whoever'd asked me something had left the room. I'd shift position and fall right back down into my comfy nap. Hobbes clawed his way under my blanket, and Thor curled up by my legs, so it was a group nap by the end of my two hours.
And Mom saw her glass gallery, and I felt so much better after my nap. Mom, Dad, Ali and I headed for a late lunch, and thence to the Space Needle.
I've been quietly in love with Seattle for some time now. Last night, from the Needle, with the sun setting just south of the Olympics, and the city brightening with a thousand separate lights under the moon - I just fell deeper. I was still sort of sleepy-tired all day, but even heading back to the car past the EMP, I could groove to Christina Aguilera in the middle of the city.
Today I realized that I really should just get on with my torrid affair with Seattle, already. Mom and Dad and I took the ferry to Bainbridge Island today for lunch and a little exploration, and I just fell deeper and deeper into the green. We stopped by the tiny little historical museum, and the grass wasn't just grass - it was at least sixty percent moss. Moss Dewy, crisp tang of cold in the air, moss under my feet, ferns and bracken in the undergrowth and the assorted evergreens shading the whole area around me - you can just breathe the green of it all, fresh and clean.
I wanted to take a whole day and just walk around in the forests there, and I may yet - bus downtown, ferry over, and just hike the island. Whuff. That sounds like a day in heaven to me. And maybe the guy with the hammered dulcimer would be on the ferry on the way back, selling his cds, and I'd have the cash in my wallet to buy one.
Tonight: bread, canasta, tea and poker. I'm a horrible winner when I gloat, but I'm a pretty good loser when Lucy's raking all her cash back in.
Mom and Dad fly back tomorrow. sniff I want them to move soon. Like, tomorrow would be good.
Yesterday I slept. I curled up on the big green couch downstairs, the one that sucks you into it and doesn't let you go, and just napped. It was a nap of power. I wasn't all the way down into real sleep - I would drift up into the realm of consciousness enough to hear people coming and going around me, and back into vague unmemorable dreams. I couldn't really move - I'd hear questions directed at me, and I couldn't answer more than a tinytiny headshake or nod unless I made the tremendous effort to wake myself for real, and then it was usally five minutes later, and whoever'd asked me something had left the room. I'd shift position and fall right back down into my comfy nap. Hobbes clawed his way under my blanket, and Thor curled up by my legs, so it was a group nap by the end of my two hours.
And Mom saw her glass gallery, and I felt so much better after my nap. Mom, Dad, Ali and I headed for a late lunch, and thence to the Space Needle.
I've been quietly in love with Seattle for some time now. Last night, from the Needle, with the sun setting just south of the Olympics, and the city brightening with a thousand separate lights under the moon - I just fell deeper. I was still sort of sleepy-tired all day, but even heading back to the car past the EMP, I could groove to Christina Aguilera in the middle of the city.
Today I realized that I really should just get on with my torrid affair with Seattle, already. Mom and Dad and I took the ferry to Bainbridge Island today for lunch and a little exploration, and I just fell deeper and deeper into the green. We stopped by the tiny little historical museum, and the grass wasn't just grass - it was at least sixty percent moss. Moss Dewy, crisp tang of cold in the air, moss under my feet, ferns and bracken in the undergrowth and the assorted evergreens shading the whole area around me - you can just breathe the green of it all, fresh and clean.
I wanted to take a whole day and just walk around in the forests there, and I may yet - bus downtown, ferry over, and just hike the island. Whuff. That sounds like a day in heaven to me. And maybe the guy with the hammered dulcimer would be on the ferry on the way back, selling his cds, and I'd have the cash in my wallet to buy one.
Tonight: bread, canasta, tea and poker. I'm a horrible winner when I gloat, but I'm a pretty good loser when Lucy's raking all her cash back in.
Mom and Dad fly back tomorrow. sniff I want them to move soon. Like, tomorrow would be good.
