On Fridays we often don't feel like cooking.
On Saturday our power was out all day while Seattle Utilities monkeyed around in our alley.
We're usually content at home, but having no power, even when it's a planned outage, makes me restless. We took a bike ride. But the power was still out. So we walked down to Eastlake to check out the Mars Bar, where Brigid's band will play tomorrow night.
There is a cool, secretive backroom.
On the way home we saw another transparency painting: a fanged milk jug!
And I learned about advances in shopping cart technology.
These obedient little carts are not going anywhere.
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