Saturday Morning
The morning was grand here in Seattle. The weather was slightly chilly in the morning and cool in the afternoon, but there was sun all day long and blue sky that hurt the eyes if looked at too long.
I spent the first part of the morning at the gym. First some weights, then a rest in the Jacuzzi. In the pool there was an old person event SilverSneakers as the health club calls these functions. They were all moving in motion to a young lady outside the pool giving instructions.
The instructor was cute and fit. Her legs were powerful even to the eye like two redwood trunks. Her arms slender yet tone; there was obvious muscle without being bulky. The tummy healthy looking and her breasts a small firm b cup. Her dark brown hair was in a ponytail pinned back in the middle. It bounced whenever she moved. Up and down the hair whipped along with her orders.
I can see the enjoyment the seniors have from their exercise outings. It's a chance for them to come together, talk, and do something as a group. Not to mention the benefits of some muscle movements.
Tired of the Jacuzzi I went back home and took Sam to the park. Many of the dog pals were there. He played with his Scottish terrier friend, who is exactly his same size for a long time. The Terrier has the best growl. It is almost like the humming of a steam whistle before blowing. Each time he growls, I laugh out loud. The dog's owner who is very pilot to me must think I'm crazy laughing all the time. As a side note, I call the dog, “Scottie." This is not his real name, but neither him or his father object.
Later I bused it downtown. I had missed the bus and had to wait fifteen minutes for the next one. It was all right though, the place I was seated was right in the warm sun, and there was a nice old lady I talked with.
It is amazing the amount of information you can find out about a person at a bus stop. Some people are just open to the world. I'm not one of them compared to her, but maybe she just had more to say. If I see her again one cold sunny morning at the bus stop, I will have to find out how those two sons of hers are doing, the one in Tampa, and the one in upstate New York.
Downtown wasn't too crowd when I stepped off the bus at Westlake Center. I took a good look at the tall Christmas tree that they did the lighting sermon at yesterday. The tree was pretty, tall, and an exquiste forest green. The only problem was it looked like it needed a whole lot more decorations. I wondered if in the attack of the mall there were several boxes waiting to come out and join the sparsely hung oniments?
I stopped at the bank. The young woman behind the counter told me she was having a boring morning and hoped business would pick up to speed the day away. I told her I would send some people in right away from the streets to help her out. She smiled and wished me a good day. I did the same and was off to Pikes Place.
The market was crowded. People all in a human parking lot. Stop and go. Go and stop. There I bought a gift for my parents for Christmas. (I can't write what I purchasd until after the holiday) At the end of the market is that little park that overlooks West Seattle and Puget Sound. I stayed there for a while holding onto the metal railing with my black leather gloves watching the ferries come to port.
As I left, I watched the sparkle form the sun on the water fade, as I got further away. The glimmer was nice to see. I remembered a month ago at the same location telling the glowing water good bye until spring. This time there were no good byes.
Stilling up Pine I ran into John Fluvog's shoes new location. I went in bothering the yakking sales girls. The new designs were nice. I thought about a pair a might get after Christmas. Black with orange stitching. Orange stitching, so odd I liked it.
I stopped by Bruno's tapping on the glass of the restaurant, a closed sigh in my face. Manual, the cook, cam to the door. "Hey Manual, is Bruno around?" "No," he replied and the closed sign was back in my face.
On the next block I turned eastward and went inside the hat shop where four years ago I had bought a black fedora, for my at the time new work suit. The middle aged man I had bought it from was there working, but I was assisted by a younger man right about my age. I tried on several winter style caps made by Kangol. They all looked nice like the summer ones I own. In the end I choose a wool pinstripe cap and a gray cap that has padding around the ears. They both were about five dollars more than I could of gotten at the mall, but the customer service and sat faction I got with my purchase was worth every extra penny.
Two more blocks up I stopped by Gameworks looking for a present for Jay, my brother in law. There was nothing there of interest, but the guy told me to go to Pacific Place Mall two blocks to the north. I stopped the Pacific Place the rich mall with Tiffanies right adjacent to the front door. Outside the front door three black boys were singing carols. They weren’t very good, but it was the first of the season, so I’ll give them some slack. The store turned out to be a video game store and not a store for roll-playing games.
Discouraged, hoping to get another gift and person of the list, I stopped by Barnes and Noble. I leafed through a few books, that might make potential gifts, but there was no real point. My list of places to hit downtown was done. It was a fine morning and the sun was still beaming becoming hotter by the hour.
I spent the first part of the morning at the gym. First some weights, then a rest in the Jacuzzi. In the pool there was an old person event SilverSneakers as the health club calls these functions. They were all moving in motion to a young lady outside the pool giving instructions.
The instructor was cute and fit. Her legs were powerful even to the eye like two redwood trunks. Her arms slender yet tone; there was obvious muscle without being bulky. The tummy healthy looking and her breasts a small firm b cup. Her dark brown hair was in a ponytail pinned back in the middle. It bounced whenever she moved. Up and down the hair whipped along with her orders.
I can see the enjoyment the seniors have from their exercise outings. It's a chance for them to come together, talk, and do something as a group. Not to mention the benefits of some muscle movements.
Tired of the Jacuzzi I went back home and took Sam to the park. Many of the dog pals were there. He played with his Scottish terrier friend, who is exactly his same size for a long time. The Terrier has the best growl. It is almost like the humming of a steam whistle before blowing. Each time he growls, I laugh out loud. The dog's owner who is very pilot to me must think I'm crazy laughing all the time. As a side note, I call the dog, “Scottie." This is not his real name, but neither him or his father object.
Later I bused it downtown. I had missed the bus and had to wait fifteen minutes for the next one. It was all right though, the place I was seated was right in the warm sun, and there was a nice old lady I talked with.
It is amazing the amount of information you can find out about a person at a bus stop. Some people are just open to the world. I'm not one of them compared to her, but maybe she just had more to say. If I see her again one cold sunny morning at the bus stop, I will have to find out how those two sons of hers are doing, the one in Tampa, and the one in upstate New York.
Downtown wasn't too crowd when I stepped off the bus at Westlake Center. I took a good look at the tall Christmas tree that they did the lighting sermon at yesterday. The tree was pretty, tall, and an exquiste forest green. The only problem was it looked like it needed a whole lot more decorations. I wondered if in the attack of the mall there were several boxes waiting to come out and join the sparsely hung oniments?
I stopped at the bank. The young woman behind the counter told me she was having a boring morning and hoped business would pick up to speed the day away. I told her I would send some people in right away from the streets to help her out. She smiled and wished me a good day. I did the same and was off to Pikes Place.
The market was crowded. People all in a human parking lot. Stop and go. Go and stop. There I bought a gift for my parents for Christmas. (I can't write what I purchasd until after the holiday) At the end of the market is that little park that overlooks West Seattle and Puget Sound. I stayed there for a while holding onto the metal railing with my black leather gloves watching the ferries come to port.
As I left, I watched the sparkle form the sun on the water fade, as I got further away. The glimmer was nice to see. I remembered a month ago at the same location telling the glowing water good bye until spring. This time there were no good byes.
Stilling up Pine I ran into John Fluvog's shoes new location. I went in bothering the yakking sales girls. The new designs were nice. I thought about a pair a might get after Christmas. Black with orange stitching. Orange stitching, so odd I liked it.
I stopped by Bruno's tapping on the glass of the restaurant, a closed sigh in my face. Manual, the cook, cam to the door. "Hey Manual, is Bruno around?" "No," he replied and the closed sign was back in my face.
On the next block I turned eastward and went inside the hat shop where four years ago I had bought a black fedora, for my at the time new work suit. The middle aged man I had bought it from was there working, but I was assisted by a younger man right about my age. I tried on several winter style caps made by Kangol. They all looked nice like the summer ones I own. In the end I choose a wool pinstripe cap and a gray cap that has padding around the ears. They both were about five dollars more than I could of gotten at the mall, but the customer service and sat faction I got with my purchase was worth every extra penny.
Two more blocks up I stopped by Gameworks looking for a present for Jay, my brother in law. There was nothing there of interest, but the guy told me to go to Pacific Place Mall two blocks to the north. I stopped the Pacific Place the rich mall with Tiffanies right adjacent to the front door. Outside the front door three black boys were singing carols. They weren’t very good, but it was the first of the season, so I’ll give them some slack. The store turned out to be a video game store and not a store for roll-playing games.
Discouraged, hoping to get another gift and person of the list, I stopped by Barnes and Noble. I leafed through a few books, that might make potential gifts, but there was no real point. My list of places to hit downtown was done. It was a fine morning and the sun was still beaming becoming hotter by the hour.