Before Sunday, was Saturday. I've been having dreams of travel, so I decided to go somewhere I've never been (or remember having gone to, anyway). This meant Vashon Island. It's a good time of year to go, I suspect, since the weather wasn't too bad, but there also wasn't anyone else there. There also isn't anywhere to eat except a Mexican place, ( Read more... )

Sunday, I was still in a photography mood, and I wanted something industrial. So I decided to aim for the Ballard Locks, which I haven't been to since I was a kid. I figured I'd take the bus to the bridge, then walk the mile or so to the locks through the waterfront industrial zone. That went mostly well, though I started to feel uneasy as I had to ( Read more... )

Today, I got a fair amount of writing in, on top of a nice exploring walk. I achieved one of my goals--walking across the I-90 Lake Washington Bridge! 1.6 miles from shore to Mercer Island, high above rippling black water. And, to get there, I had to walk down this path lined with philosophical quotes from Jung and Nietzche, and then a ridiculously ( Read more... )

I haven't been making any substantial posts lately because my poor old MacBook died. I'm still holding out hope for the little thing, but any potential resurrections will have to wait until I have more money. In the meantime, I got my beloved old NEC MobilePro up and running to write Nano on. I can't find my memory card, so I have no idea how I'll ( Read more... )

So I'm heading home from work, deciding which route I want to take. I consider going to the marina to try out the workout equipment they've got there. However, I'm starving, and decide I want to see Iron Man 2. So I go home, check the movie times, and head for the bus. The bus, unfortunately, can only get me there 45 minutes early, so I ( Read more... )

Oof. Planned on walking to a place I'd never been, but ended up not doing that. Too hungry from putting off lunch so I could buy a sexy dress on sale. But I did manage to do a lot of walking down hot, breezeless trails with no bathrooms. Fortunately, I achieved my goal of sitting in the shade in a breezy park while reading Ray Bradbury and drinking ( Read more... )

I walked to Fairhaven today to pick up the Cherie Priest book I ordered. Just outside the bookstore, on the village green, sat a young St. Bernard wearing a ridiculously large barrel around its neck. I was pondering whether this was the cutest or most disturbing thing I'd ever seen when the dog stood up and received a smack on its rump with the ( Read more... )