Memories for Matinees

Memorial Day weekend in Seattle.

I asked myself repeatedly why I didn't spend more time here last fall. Seatts was just as beautiful as when I left in October. This time I got to check out a beautiful city park, Gasworks Park and also I got to revisit my mountain muse, Mt. Rainier. I got to run around Green Lake and hit up my peruvian/norweigian/slightly chinese sister Whitney for a homecooked meal too. All this with a nice young fellow from Massachusetts who kindly agreed to be my driver and drinking buddy.

Roquet, croquet, wicket...shit, let's just hit the darn things.

Stensrud has form.




"Oh my those margaritas just slide down so easily"

Lawn croquet gets serious.

(Whitney's mom blew us young, arrogant assholes out of the water)

Eggplant Parm on Whitney's deck.

Mt Rainier National Park

Damieno is fantasizing about winning a stage at Giro...

Mt Rainier from Paradise...damn she's purdy. I'm standing next to tree tops, thats how much schnee there was!

Sapperton

Callahan teaches me how to play bones in a caboose-turn-bar outside of Rainier.

Seattle Grey Hairs.

Seattle Art Museum Sculpture Garden

Sunday Morning Exploration

The West Loop area is an interesting blend of factories, public housing and ever-creeping gentrification. I love this part of town and I've been casually exploring it on my bike. I spied this mill from the rooftop deck of the Bottom Lounge a few weeks ago and now I'm sort of fascinated by it. I love the cistern on top, the huge, weathered silos and the train tracks that flank the northern part of the complex. The ADM mill looms o'er this part of the city as a implacable reminder to the boutique-a-fying, chic neighborhoods of Chicago that industry is still a backbone of this town.

A spray-painted Blago in a jogging suit running under a viaduct. Awesome.

Wen on Deck

Spring bring forth grand porch ideas. Unfortunately, it has also brought some rotten squirrels on to my deck, who have uprooted my potted plants. I had words with one of these rats with blow-dried tails over the weekend. He just looked at me is if to flip his middle claw at me from the tree branches. The war is on. And of course there are pics of me canoodling with Magpie, my cat.

Lobelia are gorgeous.

Potting flowers in old wood boxes found in the basement.

Test driving the new tent...