Brunch at the French Bakery in Crossroads.
It’s filled with soft goat cheese and cooked spinach, and drizzled with fresh honey. Alongside is a mixed green salad, with balsamic dressing. In the background is a croissant filled with plum paste.
This place makes amazing food; if you ever happen to be in the area, stop in and check it out!
The PDC stands for “The Poor Decisions Club”, and is the nickname of the last household of friends with which I’m staying on my Washington Trip.
Here’s some pictures I took around the house…
Seattle Pride is a major event with the PDC, and they had a big party to celebrate. And not all of the rainbow decorations were taken down a month later when I came over…
#207: More Kitties!
Meet Basil and his sister Hayden, the newest animal members of the PDC. If you happen to be familiar with a particular brand of whiskey, you’ll be laughing at those names…
#208: Burlesque Practice.
Two of the members of the PDC were practicing a burlesque routine. I gave them feedback and helped time it out to the music, and then took pictures of the aftermath…
I was walking around Ballard after having breakfast with a friend from Hawaii who happened to be in Seattle overlapping my trip, when I came across this quote on the sign for a cafe. Even more appropriate, I had first met this friend because we were in the same book club!
Naturally, I had to make it my picture of the day.
Taken on the bus while going to Shoreline from Northgate.
When I lived in Seattle, I did a lot of busing and walking — mostly because I didn’t have a car. This was the first time I needed to use the bus on my trip. Looking up routes and schedules, walking an extra ten or so blocks to avoid having to make a connection, waiting for the right bus to come to the stop, figuring out where I am on the route, unexpectedly recognizing a neighborhood from some other part of my past, realizing that the bus doesn’t quite go where I thought it did and figuring out how to improvise… It was like I never left.
However, I must say that it is SO MUCH EASIER to do it all with the GPS map on a smartphone, which I did not have until last Sunday. Thank you so much, Will! It’s a great birthday present, and I’m using it every day in ways my old phone just wasn’t capable of doing!
Two weeks down, one week to go of living out of my suitcase… Thank goodness for other people’s washers and dryers!
Capricious loves car rides.
She’s so long, she can fully sit down with her back end and still be tall enough to look this far out the window. She’ll stare avidly out, transfixed by the passing landscape. She’ll meow and bat at people who walk by if they don’t acknowledge her. She’ll sulk in the back window if there are too many sharp turns that make her slide around.
And she shed fur all over my suitcase. But that’s a small price to pay for such an entertaining cat…
Self portrait: part masquerade, part cyborg!
Ceci and I have a history of something new happening with my hair when we are together. It started the very first time she came to visit me, back when we were teenagers. Basically, I ended up buzzing off my shoulder-length hair the night before my birthday, and haven’t looked back since.
More recently, she’s dyed my hair a verity of colors. While visiting her, I realized I hadn’t dyed my hair since moving to Hawaii. Naturally, this meant we had to fix that problem.
The result is actually quite subtle (by our standards). Thin streaks of metallic golden hair amidst my normal warm-toned dark brown; definitely something I’ll have fun with, even as it grows out.