Circumstances took us to Seattle this last weekend. Family wedding, memorial service for a longtime friend of Mary-E's, and much-needed shopping at places such as Met Market and Pike Place. Now, Spokane is not a food desert. We have the luxury of Yokes; they will order just about anything. It's just a different vibe. It is the abundance of variety. Everyone should have to choose between fourteen varieties of peaches. Such a presentation of choice is good for the soul but not the pocketbook.
We were lucky to have a nice warm weekend and some time to figure out what to do next. Sometimes deck time is a good thing. I have realized my tolerance for traffic has waned. I'm still pretty good at getting around and sneaking into the right lane but it is more of a challenge. I reflect back to 1986 when I moved to Seattle and found a much less crazy environment. As growth and progress changed, adaptations were made to accommodate the new issues. They forgot to ask me what I needed and how to best make me happy. I guess the city has moved on, and I am still sort of stuck with memories. I still miss a good bookstore at U Village. Greenwood Market was the best. No one should need to pay for parking at Nordstrom Rack.
My life has been one of change and acceptance of that change. My first real job was in Dietrich, Idaho, which has a population of 84. Leaving law school and vowing never to do another divorce. [Don't ever tempt the goddess.] Marriage, remarriage, one child, second child, a creature named Leukemia that came to stay way past its pull date. Moving into my 8th decade with some class and enthusiasm, but not as much energy. Wondering what adventure lies ahead. I am not one that trusts the universe with too much faith but I am still going to move forward. As we all should....
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