“Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” ~ Bill Watterson
Happiness is the beautiful green and white box waiting at the post office. Pure joy is the wonderful assortment of treats and teas to accompany another literary journey!
Seattle Space Needle in the Fog 3.6.22 by Tommia Wright
While it was great to walk a new, flatter route for yesterday’s 5k, it was sad to see so many boarded-up buildings on 4th Avenue. It was sad to see further evidence of a favorite city lost.
Forty years ago, my parents trusted me to ride the bus to downtown, solo (when we had a proper park-and-ride in my part of the valley and frequent bus service). I’d go in every Saturday for an appointment, walk to Woolworth’s for an order of hashed browns and a cup of cocoa, then catch the bus back home. No worries, few threats – a simple routine for a twelve-year-old.
Now, I need a compelling reason to go to the city (5k walks like Refuse to Abuse, Dawg Dash, and the Hot Chocolate Run primarily; supporting an awesome culinary team, definitely). Walks past, I’d aim for a new record, then stroll/explore, aiming for the waterfront first, Pike Place market certainly, and then wherever my feet/heart took me.
Last three walks, now that we’re back to gatherings – go for the walk, get the heck out of Dodge. It’s sad.
I love Seattle. I love the Symphony, the Aquarium, SAM, Burke, Seattle Center, browsing galleries in Pioneer Square, and baseball – definitely baseball. However, between the pandemic, the crowds, the crime – I’ll enjoy all of these from home, and somehow, it just isn’t the same.
“The difference between science and the arts is not that they are different sides of the same coin even, or even different parts of the same continuum, but rather, they are manifestations of the same thing. The arts and sciences are avatars of human creativity.” ~ Mae Jemison
“For thousand of years Native and Non-Native storytellers have used art as a means to share the tales of their people. For me I am carrying on a tradition that started with my ancestors by simply using the means of today and all it’s modern conveniences to share the tales that I love.
Art evolves, tools get better, but the essence of what I do is the same as those who did it on the canvases nature provided for them to tell the stories of gods and heroes long, long ago.” ~ Jeffrey Veregge
“Tiny Beautiful Things” at the Valley Center Stage
“Once I was in a cafe in Portland and the woman at the next table and I began chatting and in the course of our conversation she strongly recommend I visit this web site called ‘The Rumpus’ so I could read this advice column called ‘Dear Sugar.’ It was so painful not to tell her that in fact I was Sugar, but I didn’t.” ~ Cheryl Strayed