Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Yesterday I drove up to Everett, WA to walk the Labyrinth that has been constructed in brick at the Wiggums Hollow Park. I suppose I was hoping for some great spirtual awakening or the answer to all my questions at the very least. 'Cept, I don't have many questions anymore. I don't have answers either, and hey, my questions really are so trivial in the broader scheme of things.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I met a best friend at her daughter's school. I got to meet her husband and her youngest daughter. We watched several rounds of 14 year old volleyball tournaments. Delightful. Her daughter has an excellent serve. I got a beautiful tour of East Seattle area with a final drive out to North Bend. The company was wonderful, the Wii bowling a kick (this seems to be the latest diversion). Oldest daughter came home from work and I got to see her for the first time since she was 1 1/2(?). My son showed up later and took over the kitchen to treat the whole family to a wonderful meal. And the topper for the evening was a comic jazz group at the local theater hang-out. Pretty funny stuff and good tunes to boot.
I'm not tired. I'm feeling refreshed. In my stack of mail upon returning home was a card for my youngest daughter from her dentist. I opened it - it had been forwarded. Inside the card was the newspaper clipping highlighting the cast of Steel Magnolias, with a photo of the cast; my daughter front and center of the picture (she played Shelby). What a great thought - to send the newspaper clipping. I've always liked that dentist.
At the end of the day: Family. They are the ultimate loved ones.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Less than a year ago I made the leap, with my mother, to go to the Czech Republic. It became quite a tour; three countries, cancelled flights, perfect weather, excellent photos - and we laughed. The cancelled flight kept us somber, but once we got in the air it was great! I never in my wildest dreams figured I would be in Hungary ever in my life. They had the best food, and the best baths.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I'm learning to keep my camera with me, and today as my friend drove us across the West Seattle bridge I was able to grab some images of the skyline, and the commerce, and industrial America. Here's a working port. I'm pleased to see it's working.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wikipedia says it best.
"Seattle and King County make systematic use of directionals (such as N for north or NE for northeast) in street names. To a lesser degree, street types such as avenue and street) are also used systematically. As a rule, "streets" run more or less east-west (or, in and near downtown, northeast-southwest), and "avenues" run more or less north-south (or, in and near downtown, northwest-southeast). However, a road, boulevard, way, or thoroughfare with any other type designation may run in any direction. The land boundaries of the district laid out according to the Denny and Boren plats that follow the shoreline are all "Ways" (Denny Way, Yesler Way, Broadway).
- "Streets" and other east-west thoroughfares prefix the directional; for example NE 45th Street.
- "Avenues" and other north-south thoroughfares suffix the directional; for example 45th Avenue NE, University Way NE.
- In most sections of the city, the same directional is used for both of these purposes.
- There is no consistency about affixing dots in the designation. For example, 45th Avenue NE is used interchangeably with 45th Avenue N.E.
Seattle is divided into eleven sections, each with a different combination of directionals."
Are any of you catching this? I am SOOOO confused - AND I've been trying to drive it.
North of the Lake Washington Ship Canal are the following sections: west of 1st Avenue NW, the NW section; between 1st Avenue NW and 1st Avenue NE, the N section; east of 1st Avenue NE, the NE section.
South of the canal but north of Denny Way are the following sections: west of Queen Anne Avenue N, the W section; " blah, blah, blah...
"north to Denny Way, streets are prefixed E and avenues have no suffix; to the west this border, no directionals are used."
Final moment that drives me still crazier:
"There is no SE section within the Seattle city limits; the SE section contains all of the southeastern suburbs and the rest of the southern half of King County, including Mercer Island, parts of Renton and Bellevue, and other locations within the county." So SE means suburbs only, I think.
If you've made it through that blather, because that is what it is I would simply like to add that every street has a number and I have always embraced my habit of tranposing, until now.
Every street starts with NE. I can only wonder why they bother with the NE when everything is NE - unless you live in New England, where I suppose everything is in the SW. Just a thought as I am over the edge, no longer in control and extremely tired.
Last and best moment from Wiki - "The names of the twelve streets in the heart of the central business district are paired by their first letters. From south to north, they are: Jefferson, James, Cherry, Columbia, Marion, Madison, Spring, Seneca, University, Union, Pike, Pine. One way to remember the order of the street pairs is with the mnemonic "Jesus Christ Made Seattle Under Protest", (JCMSUP)."
I'm very good at u-turns. oh, and Google maps...is just the beginning.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I've been withholding tons of information from these entries into my blog. I have felt to a good degree slapped up side the head since I left Wisconsin. It took four days longer than anticipated to get here. My dad was great. I learned we handle stress very much the same...don't talk about it, just get it fixed, whatever it is. I appreciate this side of my dad. Once I arrived my friend had a live-in already. This kind of takes some mental and physical adjustment. I'm getting my bearings and all is well.
The final throw into the mix was that my son was let go from his position that was firmly established prior to his company sending him out here. It's kind of a crazy piece of shit, the upshot is he is living with us - so now four of us - in the one bedroom apartment. Even his supervisor is reeling from the turn of events that transpired on my son's arrival in Seattle. Something in the background was happening that had nothing to do with my son, he just stepped into the shit that had been laid out prior to his arrival. I'm feeling as though my family has turned into some immigrant family that overruns all the codes of rental policies and persons per bathroom requirements.
And because I am writing this blog from the perspective of an ignoramus that only thinks of herself, I am most flustered by the inability to have some quiet time to myself. To sit for hours to write out my thoughts and get this blather out of me isn't happening. As I put on my pajamas each night (oh! now there's a new thing for me - jeesh) and then make my bed (from the couch) and STILL no one goes to bed (11:30 pm most nights) well, I don't think I'm getting adequate sleep to handle these mental strains very well.
This morning I started in crying before anyone got up. It's not that anything is bad, particularly, it's just the strain. I got dressed rather quickly, made coffee for the gang and as my friend came out the door, surprised to find me a weepy eyed mess, I left and went for a drive. It was just a release. She understands, that's why we're friends. I drove until after noon and then went and got my hair cut, again. Does anyone remember Maggie from Northern Exposure? That's how short my hair is. A month ago I was clipping my hair into my bra strap because that's how long it was. Today my head gets cold.
My son has an interview on Wednesday, and he's house sitting until then. I have four folks to follow up with on Monday working towards getting my interview. Really, I've only been here a week. Everything is fine. Everything is just stressful.
And getting my ass kicked at Scrabble was fun - I really am a messed up piece of meat.
Friday, March 13, 2009
I've moved in with my BFF for now. It's a temporary situation. As long as I need. Today is the one week mark. My BFF did not tell me her BF had moved in with her. I am most definitely a third wheel. I am a welcome third wheel, but the third nonetheless. Each morning before the two of them go to work there is a lovely moment in the kitchen where they come together in each others arms, they speak softly, they kiss repeatedly. They say goodbye. It is a lovely moment.
Ah, to surround myself in this. I wonder, from the outside of this, at how alone I've been. How I've come to expect to be on the outside. I wonder at how I have taken the requirements of the day and filled my life with tasks and goals. I've been alone, mostly by choice, taking care of daily requirements for some time now. From where I sit, in this temporary situation, their care of each other has started a niggling feeling that maybe the way I have orchestrated my life needs a fresh stanza. I have enough things that still require my care before I will feel available(?) to write a more open movement to this symphony of my life.
I'm in no hurry. I guess I figure people come into my life as I'm ready. I ain't ready yet. I am pleased for her, and for him. When I'm ready, whether I know it or not, then I will be giving morning kisses too. In the meantime it's a glorious morning on the northwest, time to go running and then I'll be getting my bicycle up and running - it didn't make the trip as tuned as it was when it was packed.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I dropped my father off at the airport this morning with plenty of time to make his flight to Denver. We may have over-compensated while taking into account the time change to Daylight-savings time. I drove home on a different freeway than I was told to (I am such a rebel) and tried to get lost on the eastern hills overlooking Lake Washington. It didn't work. But, I now know the difference between Hwy 520 and Hwy 522.
This morning I've combined some odds and ends into another box to take over to storage. I'm working on making as small a footprint as possible in my friend's apartment. I was going to take this box and a few other things over to the storage area...but I don't know where it is. The rental contract for the storage space, hopefully with an address, is in the bundle of paperwork I've been collecting along the way. Otherwise, I wait for my friend to come home and tell me where she took me last Friday.
I'll be picking up my computer from storage as well. I feel very uncomfortable with the idea of uploading my resume/CV and cover letter templates onto someone else's computer. This is worse than the idea of using someone else's toothbrush. I'm not going there.
With my own computer...PICTURES!! Big sigh. I'm looking forward to downloading the photos off my camera. I'll get to see from the "other side" what I've been doing all week. :D
OK, back to work moving out of my suitcases. I'll catch up on blog reading/commenting tomorrow when I have my own dear self plugged into the internet.
Friday, March 6, 2009
My stuff (including my computer) is in storage (got my $1 for the first month discount) and i really should not be blogging because i am three sheets to the wind. Dad and I keep hugging and thanking each other for an incredible week. My truck is in better shape than it would ever be if we had not taken this adventure. The most unfortunate thing is I am unable to download my photos to share yet. I'll get there...eventually.
Cheryl!?!? Do I have to call 411 to get your number? North Bend was spectacular this morning.
Tomorrow Dad, son and I head off to the Space Needle and the Underground Tour to be proper tourists before we settle into being residents.
I am home. I am home.
in the snow;
with dumbasses whizzing by.
I creep past them a few minutes later
while they wait for a tow truck that can't get through.
bad poetry by Sarah.
Damn the weather changes quick! I wonder that we didn't spend more time sitting in the snow gabbing with fellow drivers waiting for the road to clear, than I did actually driving.
Spent the night in Spokane. I'm almost home.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The fella that answers the phone is not the manager, nor is it the technician. But, he does seem to know about my truck because he says, "Well, you don't have any rear brakes." WHAT?!
"I did when I came in. What do you know?"
"Your rear brakes aren't connected."
"And you guys let me take the truck knowing I'm towing a trailer?"
"I'll have Mike call you back. He's with a customer right now."
"Yeah, that'd be good. I'll be coming back with this. Ask him to please stay open."
Mike did not call me back. I did call him. No, they can't do a thing until tomorrow morning.
Welcome to Fargo. Another night in the hotel, another day of rental car. The walleye is good at the grill in the mall. I didn't come for the walleye.
Monday, March 2, 2009
I limped off the interstate yesterday around noon, spent the rest of the day lining up a rental car, a tow truck and a hotel room. Checked into the room around 4:30 pm. My truck is hanging out at a reputable service station and the manager gets in around 9:30 am today. I've read the newspaper, answered e-mails, made a phone call over to the service station for an update and am now merely drumming my fingers waiting for time to pass so I don't appear to be harassing anyone.
We have found evidence that cows face north/south. Once we get back on the road our assignment is to verify this information and to see if bison have the same internal compass. I'm wondering if I can get a grant for this research. Something along the lines of enough grant money to pay for the transmission and the overnight charges. Just a thought. Will post pictures when I get my own computer back up and running.