Hi all, I’ve been in Seattle for two days and have now eaten five bowls (excuse me, four bowls and one “tanker” of clam chowder). I also got tricked into a four dollar cup of orange juice this morning when I was waylaid by a smiling waiter in a restaurant. I thought he was just being polite. Come to think of it, perhaps it was being poured even as I said “sure.”….
But I officially love Seattle. We went to the space needle yesterday. It’s tall. I went to the Museum of Art. Still have no idea how to talk about art, but I liked what I saw. I think.
I went on a four mile run yesterday morning and wound up at Top Pot Doughnuts. Thank you, man in Atlanta who said I had to come have these doughnuts, you were right.
I had a talk and signing and Third Place Books on Saturday night, which was great fun. TPB was one of the most charming bookstores I’ve ever been in. “Third Place” refers to this, not “We’re the runner up of the runner up.”
I’m at the Alexis Hotel. In the fitness room, there are three five pound dumbbells and some treadmills. Feeling uninspired, I must say. Three dumbbells–well what do you know? Time for juggling, I guess.
Tonight I have an event at the main Seattle Library. It looks like a spaceship. I’ll be in conversation with Diane Mapes, who is quite sassy and has been a great new friend. Diane is also coming back from a bout with breast cancer, so I can’t wait to see what she has to say about strength, faith, and keeping on.
Oh, I rode the Ferris wheel down at the pier with my mom. Great view of the city, and the water.
In the hotel I’m re-reading Roughing It by Mark Twain and had an X-Files binge last night. Scully sure gets puts through the ringer. Mulder usually comes through with a couple of scratches, but she gets abducted, beat up, and more in just about every single episode. In the FBI, I can’t imagine that there is a job one hundredth as perilous as working on the X Files.
And for now, that’s that. Off to wander the city.