Looking to save chubby unicorns and found this…. behind Harborview￼
We were walking to our regular spot but I am seriously getting too used to it. So we adventured up to harborview medical center and went up and down these stairs. I’d heard about a park being right behind the hospital. I was in the mood to explore and after walking past the respite part of the hospital, and the bus stop with patients communing, smoking, all in hospital garb we came into this clearing. How cool is that? I love Harborview hospital. I was in there for 35 days given 6 months to live. That was 2015.
I was complimenting this gal that I see almost everyday about her bun. Today she had an extraordinary bun. “WOW! That is an amazing bun!!” I had to say.
“Oh, it’s not my real hair. My bun didn’t look good today so I threw on a bun cap” She told me that she has several bun caps, one she throws in her purse for emergency bun situations, and one that she reserves for the Red Carpet Gala Affair-ish bun events. All others are for just everyday bun wearing.
I had to GOOGLE bun caps. Wow. What a selection. Wow. Looks as if I have opened a new door in the house of hair possibilities. NO more bad hair day!
It’s amazing the things I’ve gleaned from other people I never knew that even I can have a BEAUTIFUL BUN.
We went into this 76 station and there was a guy behind the counter that wasn’t our regular dude. I got to talking to him. He told me he’d been working there as long as our regular guy but he had taken a year off to travel. I asked him where. He said he went to Europe and stayed in France, went to Italy. He’s got family over there. He also backpacked across the United States. He then told me that was the first time he got arrested
. “Why?” He answered, “For jumping the train. In New Mexico.” “They still do that?” “Yes. I got into a coal box”. Wow. They were open? One was, but I just rode on athe top.” ??????? They don’t go that fast. I got caught a few stops later.” Wow. I told him I’d love to do that just for shits and giggles.
Is that cool or what? REBEL. I said to him “ Just like 007?”
Battery dying. To be continued …….
Later on, across the street, we stopped at the Wallingford food bank. Really great people work/volunteer there that I’ve seen for years. It’s part of Family Works, an organization that hooks up families/individuals in resources such as financial aid, housing, food, clothing, bus passes, jobs, etc. They are amazing in and around the community, and have helped me as well as people that I know, and met, when struggling with hard times/situations. They are currently assisting in the relocation of people leaving Afghanistan.
This one gal, Anisa Nun, worked for Family Works, and we had gotten relatively close, but I hadn’t seen her for a long time. It just so happened that on this day she appeared. I didn’t recognize her at first, but she came up to me and we started catching up on personal news. I told her I didn’t think she worked there anymore because I hadn’t seen her. She said she had to take some personal time off. There was a death in her family. My condolences, may I ask who? ……HER SON….. 15 YEARS OLD….
Wait?How?DROWNED. In Greenlake.
I suddenly remembered hearing something about a kid drowning about 3 or 4 months ago.
I was horrified. And so saddened. I think I said, “oh my Fuc… that was your son?
She went on to say that they think somebody pushed him. He was found by the dock with his pants rolled up. He was prepared to go wading. They didn’t find him for 2 1/2 days. TWO AND A HALF DAYS!!!!
She has 3 daughters, and that was her only son. First born.
I didn’t even know what to say. I remained in shock for a good minute. I’m still in shock. That is so sad. She is such a cool person. Wow. I think that is the only person I directly know who has lost a child.
Charley has been growling and barking at random people, some that live in my building. Well, some that don’t live in my building, which makes me think they are no good. But in not sure. I hope she doesn’t get her hesitation from me. I say that because whenever we encounter a person in all black, shifting from foot to foot, eyes included, whether in the elevator, or hall, I ask kindly “ Did you just move in?” and I get answered with a “non ya business.”
I get indignant, and inform them I’ve never seen them, and you are acting shady right By my door. He tells me go mind my own business. I tell him to mind his manners. And then he thought I wasn’t looking and pretended to “flinch” at Charley.
Downtown is a mess here. We were walking to QFC,, right by the Sharonton (sp) which is s Something we do every day, and the neighborhood is kind of dark like in the evening but so we’re walking down the sidewalk and there’s a guy, dark figure crouch down by the streets on the sidewalk but there was like shrubs on the side and I’m like oh great OK I Charley, we got a creeper whatever I said I don’t remember what I said but we’re walking by, and part of me wants to cross the street, but another part knows that sometimes doing that invokes the person picking on us. Anyway, he’s crouched with a big piece of tinfoil and a tube and he’s busy smoking whatever dope he has. Walking by I say hi, because I’ve heard it disarms a stranger if you feel uncomfortable.
He didn’t even know we passed by.
Walking around downtown Seattle is starting to be tiresome. I say that because there are drugs rampant, full use in the middle of the sidewalk, naked people and vomit. Hustlers that ask me if I want to sell Charley. Others telling me I could get a get bag of dope with her. No. Correction. A fat bag of dope. There are dudes after dudes acting all G style, and when I don’t respond I get called names, followed. Girls are busy sizing us up, which I do my best to pretend not to look at them. But, brand new Seahawk Jersey for 40 bucks,…..
I have once read that one can make their own reality, so I try not to let it be a part of ours.
Right now I’m not liking living downtown. Now, especially with Charley, there are only a handful of places to go, and even less off leash. I want to be around nice people. Not negative ones. I don’t know what has happened lately, but it’s just a gross vibe.
I would like to move to Montana. I’ve lived there before, in Darby. I am thinking of looking up some people from my 11th grade class. It’s funny, there were only 50 kids in my sophomore class, 245 kids total. My calculus teacher was also my shorthand teacher. There is one road out to Hamilton. One cop in Darby, but 3 laundry mats, 2 hardware stores, and a few bars. Oh yeah. And a MOOSE CROSSING sign
But, dang it, if you go more than 25 MPh, the town cop will ticket you. He literally sits at the stoplight And clocks everyone’s speed.
I’m just having dang its today. Charley’s new harness is delayed, along with my can opener. Amazon.
Anyway that is it. We are, or I am, just icky icky …. bored. No, uninspired. That’s it. Ok. We are going for a walk. Spice up the neighborhood.