A runnin' around kind of day
Let's see:
1) Woke up on time, not too early not too late. Felt rested, so there's a plus.
2) Katie and I ate the other roll of orange rolls left over from Thursday night's sleepover and brekkies. Realized 'roll of orange rolls' sounds redundant, but didn't want to confuse things by calling it a 'cylinder of orange biscuity pucks'.
3) Ferried K to Drill Team in the International District.
4) Drove up to Ballard to a superamazing estate sale the Tom Whitmore told me about. The house looks tiny, so I don't know how they managed to fit a bajiillion books in there, 49.5% of them on railroading and 49.5% of them on labor relations and 49.5% of them on musical composers. I bought an armload of books from the other .002%* including some Christmas gifts for (redacted) and a 1920s anthology of ghost stories. Considering how packed-to-the-gills the house was with books, it was croggling to hear the book dealers talk about the metric tons of books that were bought from there yesterday.
*if that doesn't add up to 100% I blame new math.
5) Went back to pick herself up from drill team. It turned out it wasn't a practice; they were actually performing today, and hadn't gotten started til I got there at the time I'd usually pick her up. It was a pleasant little amble around a couple of blocks, interrupted only when one of the girls passed out.
6) Lunched at Qdoba. We shared a chicken quesadilla. They have a prep area where they ask you what you want on your whatever, and I kept answering before noticing it was the burrito of the guy after us. Hope he liked it.
7) We went to the Westlake bus tunnel to see about getting K an age-appropriate bus pass, but the office was only open on weekdays. Drat.
8) Katie shopped Nordstroms Rack, which was right next to the bus tunnel. I think she spent all of 3.4 minutes there before saying she was done. Sometimes she's a shopper; sometimes she ain't.
9) Since we were near the Pike Place Market, we wandered around there for awhile. They didn't have the dried mango K likes, and the bookstore didn't have anything I wanted, so we satisfied ourselves with a couple flats of strawberries.
10) and then home...
1) Woke up on time, not too early not too late. Felt rested, so there's a plus.
2) Katie and I ate the other roll of orange rolls left over from Thursday night's sleepover and brekkies. Realized 'roll of orange rolls' sounds redundant, but didn't want to confuse things by calling it a 'cylinder of orange biscuity pucks'.
3) Ferried K to Drill Team in the International District.
4) Drove up to Ballard to a superamazing estate sale the Tom Whitmore told me about. The house looks tiny, so I don't know how they managed to fit a bajiillion books in there, 49.5% of them on railroading and 49.5% of them on labor relations and 49.5% of them on musical composers. I bought an armload of books from the other .002%* including some Christmas gifts for (redacted) and a 1920s anthology of ghost stories. Considering how packed-to-the-gills the house was with books, it was croggling to hear the book dealers talk about the metric tons of books that were bought from there yesterday.
*if that doesn't add up to 100% I blame new math.
5) Went back to pick herself up from drill team. It turned out it wasn't a practice; they were actually performing today, and hadn't gotten started til I got there at the time I'd usually pick her up. It was a pleasant little amble around a couple of blocks, interrupted only when one of the girls passed out.
6) Lunched at Qdoba. We shared a chicken quesadilla. They have a prep area where they ask you what you want on your whatever, and I kept answering before noticing it was the burrito of the guy after us. Hope he liked it.
7) We went to the Westlake bus tunnel to see about getting K an age-appropriate bus pass, but the office was only open on weekdays. Drat.
8) Katie shopped Nordstroms Rack, which was right next to the bus tunnel. I think she spent all of 3.4 minutes there before saying she was done. Sometimes she's a shopper; sometimes she ain't.
9) Since we were near the Pike Place Market, we wandered around there for awhile. They didn't have the dried mango K likes, and the bookstore didn't have anything I wanted, so we satisfied ourselves with a couple flats of strawberries.
10) and then home...