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rebeccmeisterThat's a lot of Smoots.
This morning, my father and I biked up to Glo's Coffeeshop on Capitol Hill. Unfortunately, they did not serve espresso, so we went to B&O Espresso instead. B&O was a bit on the fancy side, with sit-down service. I had a delicious, warm, apricot scone and a latte. Then I biked over to the U District and bought a year's supply of my favorite kind of pen (I haven't been able to find it in Arizona). When I'm in Seattle, I borrow my mother's bike. It's one of those touring-style bicycles, and makes me feel like I'm a real biker instead of just a pedestrian who occasionally rides a bike here or there.
But now to backtrack to yesterday, which is perhaps more interesting to describe. Yesterday was an adventure in traveling around Seattle. First I had to run an errand on Capitol Hill. Then I traversed over to the U District to return something to The Weaving Works and pick up something else. Oh, from the sounds of it, I could go into business making leg-warmers--my friends all keep expressing interest. Anyhoo. I subsequently went to Wallingford and caught the #16 bus up to Zoka for some espresso and delicious lasagna. I was impressed by how large and bustling it was, and on a Tuesday during the middle of the day, no less. Either a lot of people telecommute from there or else they must work strange hours or perhaps they are all retired (though many of the patrons looked a bit young for that). At that point, I was feeling rather sorely the lack of a good book to read, so I decided to go in search of one. Just as I was about to leave, I saw the #16 bus pull up and I dashed out of the store to catch it just in time. I see a lot of people dashing about, just barely making it to the bus here in this city.
Oh, the other thing I've noticed is that cell phone etiquitte is tricky in this town. Usually, I have no problem if I want to call somebody or chat on the phone while waiting for the bus in Arizona. Perhaps this is because I never wait for buses and don't get too many phone calls. But in Seattle, if I chat on my phone at the bus, I get strange looks from the other people who are also waiting for the bus. I don't dare talk on the phone ON the bus, either, for I don't see other people holding extended conversations about their personal lives while riding about on Metro--the most I've heard are brief, whispered conversations.
Anyhow, the #16 bus took me all the way to downtown Seattle and let me off at the abomination known as the Central Seattle Public Library. Don't get me wrong--I love libraries. I just happen to think this particular one is hideous and irritatingly organized. But that's where the books are, so that's where I went. I picked up three books off of my reading list, which I cannot possibly read before I leave, but I couldn't help myself. And then I finally went home.
This morning, my father and I biked up to Glo's Coffeeshop on Capitol Hill. Unfortunately, they did not serve espresso, so we went to B&O Espresso instead. B&O was a bit on the fancy side, with sit-down service. I had a delicious, warm, apricot scone and a latte. Then I biked over to the U District and bought a year's supply of my favorite kind of pen (I haven't been able to find it in Arizona). When I'm in Seattle, I borrow my mother's bike. It's one of those touring-style bicycles, and makes me feel like I'm a real biker instead of just a pedestrian who occasionally rides a bike here or there.
But now to backtrack to yesterday, which is perhaps more interesting to describe. Yesterday was an adventure in traveling around Seattle. First I had to run an errand on Capitol Hill. Then I traversed over to the U District to return something to The Weaving Works and pick up something else. Oh, from the sounds of it, I could go into business making leg-warmers--my friends all keep expressing interest. Anyhoo. I subsequently went to Wallingford and caught the #16 bus up to Zoka for some espresso and delicious lasagna. I was impressed by how large and bustling it was, and on a Tuesday during the middle of the day, no less. Either a lot of people telecommute from there or else they must work strange hours or perhaps they are all retired (though many of the patrons looked a bit young for that). At that point, I was feeling rather sorely the lack of a good book to read, so I decided to go in search of one. Just as I was about to leave, I saw the #16 bus pull up and I dashed out of the store to catch it just in time. I see a lot of people dashing about, just barely making it to the bus here in this city.
Oh, the other thing I've noticed is that cell phone etiquitte is tricky in this town. Usually, I have no problem if I want to call somebody or chat on the phone while waiting for the bus in Arizona. Perhaps this is because I never wait for buses and don't get too many phone calls. But in Seattle, if I chat on my phone at the bus, I get strange looks from the other people who are also waiting for the bus. I don't dare talk on the phone ON the bus, either, for I don't see other people holding extended conversations about their personal lives while riding about on Metro--the most I've heard are brief, whispered conversations.
Anyhow, the #16 bus took me all the way to downtown Seattle and let me off at the abomination known as the Central Seattle Public Library. Don't get me wrong--I love libraries. I just happen to think this particular one is hideous and irritatingly organized. But that's where the books are, so that's where I went. I picked up three books off of my reading list, which I cannot possibly read before I leave, but I couldn't help myself. And then I finally went home.
