Greenwood
Tonight was my volunteer orientation at 826 Seattle, so I took an early bus up to Greenwood to look around.
The main street is stubby and I’m not sure how I am going to kill two and half hours. How about Fred Meyer? I stop in just to use the restroom. A cell phone rings and a woman answers it from her “seat” in the stall.
I wait on a bench outside the restroom to see WHO does this. Black hair puffed up in a massive ball, glasses, red coat, sizable bum. In case of emergency, don’t borrow her cell phone.
After that, I need some fresh space. I take another bus down 85th street to Golden Gardens Park. The bus doesn’t actually take you to the park; it takes you to the top of a massive series of steps, trails and one small tunnel. Then, the beach.
This picture doesn’t even come close, this is a lovely beach. I’m so used to ocean equals vacation that I remind myself, I live here. I took a bus to the beach! Bus 48 to be exact. I call my Dad because ocean emotion is happy Dad. He is water. It’s out of pure love, but I hope I’m not torturing him.
The sun is dropping, the light is incredible but I have to head back. Of course, I can't pass up the "precious and few are the moments we two can share, baby it's you on my mind, your love is so rare" photo.
On the way up, the steps are eating my thighs and two girls with legs half my size zip past me singing. Then they skip back down and run back up. I remind myself that they are carrying smaller bodies and much smaller brains.
Back in town, I find the Green Bean, a non profit coffee house. If you are ever up in Greenwood, stop in. Yellow walls, a good cause and a real community vibe. People say hello. By name!
Then I head to 826 Seattle. This will not be the first post about this place, because I absolutely love it, as many others do. There are about 18 people here tonight. And it sounds like my financial skills, combined with my flexible schedule, just might be useful to them (cross fingers). I just want to be around to observe their book creation or creative writing workshops. An example:
This worm had a good day and I can officially say, I like Greenwood. I don't like red jackets at Fred Meyer, but I like Greenwood.
The main street is stubby and I’m not sure how I am going to kill two and half hours. How about Fred Meyer? I stop in just to use the restroom. A cell phone rings and a woman answers it from her “seat” in the stall.
“Oh, hi, where are you?” I flush and actually worry that I’m going to give her location away. She talks through the swirling water.
“And what are you getting? Which aisle is that in?”
The unmistakable clacking of a paper towel dispenser.
“It’s on saaaale, yeah. Sale”
I wait on a bench outside the restroom to see WHO does this. Black hair puffed up in a massive ball, glasses, red coat, sizable bum. In case of emergency, don’t borrow her cell phone.
After that, I need some fresh space. I take another bus down 85th street to Golden Gardens Park. The bus doesn’t actually take you to the park; it takes you to the top of a massive series of steps, trails and one small tunnel. Then, the beach.
This picture doesn’t even come close, this is a lovely beach. I’m so used to ocean equals vacation that I remind myself, I live here. I took a bus to the beach! Bus 48 to be exact. I call my Dad because ocean emotion is happy Dad. He is water. It’s out of pure love, but I hope I’m not torturing him.
The sun is dropping, the light is incredible but I have to head back. Of course, I can't pass up the "precious and few are the moments we two can share, baby it's you on my mind, your love is so rare" photo.
On the way up, the steps are eating my thighs and two girls with legs half my size zip past me singing. Then they skip back down and run back up. I remind myself that they are carrying smaller bodies and much smaller brains.
Back in town, I find the Green Bean, a non profit coffee house. If you are ever up in Greenwood, stop in. Yellow walls, a good cause and a real community vibe. People say hello. By name!
Then I head to 826 Seattle. This will not be the first post about this place, because I absolutely love it, as many others do. There are about 18 people here tonight. And it sounds like my financial skills, combined with my flexible schedule, just might be useful to them (cross fingers). I just want to be around to observe their book creation or creative writing workshops. An example:
Behold the Wild Worm
1:00 PM to 4:00 PM
AGES: 8-11
LIMIT: 15 students
Got five hearts? Worms do. Eat your weight in food each day? The ravenous worm is an eater extraordinaire. As city people, we see more dogs, cats and guinea pigs than wild creatures. But sometimes Fido just isn’t an inspiring topic for your writing. Don’t despair! The wild worm is squirming just beneath the dirt, waiting for you to tell his or her story! In this splendid workshop, we’ll give worms their due. You'll learn tantalizing facts about the miraculous worm, then compose a poem or story (your choice!) involving a worm of your own.
This worm had a good day and I can officially say, I like Greenwood. I don't like red jackets at Fred Meyer, but I like Greenwood.
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10:47 PM
3 Comments:
If I ever see someone on their cell phone in the bathroom, I deliberately try to give their location away by flushing, hoping that the person on the other end will say, "Are you calling me from a bathroom?!"
But I've yet to see anyone who cares, telling us that those people dense and crude enough to talk on the phone while sitting on the toilet aren't also the sorts of people who care that people know where they are.
I'm done now.
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Reid, at 3/08/2007 3:39 AM
And I've always wondered how people drop cell phones in the toilet.
They use them there!
Aannnd, this happened once at work and I memorized those feet. I won't name names, but yep, full on conversation with multiple flush punctuation.
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L, at 3/08/2007 8:46 AM
The sunset is beautiful and brings back wonderful memories of the west coast ;o) You should enter it in a contest .... it is so relaxing to look at I am afraid of mid-day zombie hood (especially after a good lunch).
I must agree with Reid, the devilish part of me would override maturity and echo of a couple flushings would become such fun ;o)
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Unknown, at 3/19/2007 12:22 PM
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