Here I sit in a cafe around the corner that offers free wireless, great
music, the soothing hum of jackhammers and a view of handsome road
workers and theoccasional strolling ballerina. Very nice! I spent
yesterday with John, shopping for tall mirrors. If you're a singer, you
need a tall mirror for practicing, among other things. I had worried
about our close quarters being an obstacle to my discipline, but it's
working out okay. I can't say whether or not he feels the same, since
I'm generally louder than the lute.
We live on Queen Anne
hill. From our parking lot, there is a postcard view of the space
needle, the harbor and the city skyline. It seems to be a surprisingly
real neighborhood, relatively speaking. There are neighborhood bars and
an old hardware store. There is a dazzling array of roses,
rhododendrons and rosemary. There are fancy grocery stores with
affordable organic produce and heaps of grumpy yoga teachers.
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