Jackson is not, at heart, a Northwestern kitty; he loves his sun.
A nice day last weekend prompted Ross to don his best shoes for a night on the town.
Here's one little glimpse of the Highline campus. It was built in the sixties. I think the original desks and file cabinets are still there. If we have an earthquake I'll hunker under my metal desk and feel relatively safe.
I'm enjoying the "cafe office" life again. I mean, really, I just can't always concentrate at home.
I stopped by the TS and Jerritt house after work on Friday and the three of us hit a nearby thrift store. TS and J live at "the highest point" in Seattle. That is what I'll call their house from now on--The High Point.
Jerritt got a vacuum for his birthday. He demonstrated the amount of fur it could suck up in just 30 seconds. I should have photographed that hairball! Let's just say that Ellie Belle is a furry, furry girl. Good thing her fur is an approximate match with the carpet.
At the thrift store, I got this book for the book page curtain I'm going to make. I needed some books in foreign languages so R and I won't get sucked into reading our curtain. What do you think this book is about? I won't be able to invite any Japanese speakers to my house because they'll be able to decipher the smut I've hung over our window.
Ross couldn't go to the thrift store with us because he was at work, but Jerritt texted him: do you want this Burroughs adding machine? And he did want it. To add things, of course.
R and I went for brunch at the Salmon Bay Cafe, which is where we ate our very first breakfast in Seattle, on our very first morning, almost a year ago. I hadn't been back since, but found it even more charming this time around.
R ordered the Chicken Fried Steak.
The cafe is right on the harbor. I think there was a longshoreman meeting in the other room. Or maybe it was Tugboat Captains United.
Jackson is not, at heart, a Northwestern kitty; he loves his sun.
A nice day last weekend prompted Ross to don his best shoes for a night on the town.
Here's one little glimpse of the Highline campus. It was built in the sixties. I think the original desks and file cabinets are still there. If we have an earthquake I'll hunker under my metal desk and feel relatively safe.
I'm enjoying the "cafe office" life again. I mean, really, I just can't always concentrate at home.
I stopped by the TS and Jerritt house after work on Friday and the three of us hit a nearby thrift store. TS and J live at "the highest point" in Seattle. That is what I'll call their house from now on--The High Point.
Jerritt got a vacuum for his birthday. He demonstrated the amount of fur it could suck up in just 30 seconds. I should have photographed that hairball! Let's just say that Ellie Belle is a furry, furry girl. Good thing her fur is an approximate match with the carpet.
At the thrift store, I got this book for the book page curtain I'm going to make. I needed some books in foreign languages so R and I won't get sucked into reading our curtain. What do you think this book is about? I won't be able to invite any Japanese speakers to my house because they'll be able to decipher the smut I've hung over our window.
Ross couldn't go to the thrift store with us because he was at work, but Jerritt texted him: do you want this Burroughs adding machine? And he did want it. To add things, of course.
R and I went for brunch at the Salmon Bay Cafe, which is where we ate our very first breakfast in Seattle, on our very first morning, almost a year ago. I hadn't been back since, but found it even more charming this time around.
R ordered the Chicken Fried Steak.
The cafe is right on the harbor. I think there was a longshoreman meeting in the other room. Or maybe it was Tugboat Captains United.
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