I’m alive! (In case any of you were wondering.) I haven’t driven off the side of a cliff or been eaten by a big hairy monster.
(I’d like to take a moment to give a shout out to my friend Jamie for taking my dog for the week. She’s mom to Tilla (Havana’s sister) and when those two get together, they tend to get a little crazy sometimes. Jamie, here’s to you. You’re a brave soul. And a HUGE blessing.)
Anyway, Seattle. It’s been gorgeous weather the whole time. Sunny and mid-70’s. This place is beautiful! Being born and raised in Colorado sort of taints your idea of what trees are, but now I know better. Those puny little excuses for trees that we have don’t even begin to compare.
Yesterday we went downtown to a Music and Arts Festival. Which, we found out, is secret code for Where the Weird People Gather. Because the place was packed with more bare skin, cleavage, stretch marks, tattoos, piercings, hemp clothing and dreadlocks then I have ever seen. Apparently Seattle has quite a large population of very hurting people who are desperate for attention.
So tonight we return to real life. Back to C. Springs … the land of cookie cutter housing, strip malls, baby “trees” and urban diahhrea.
Home, sweet, home.