Dear Diary,
Boy Seattle is awesome in the summer time! It has been hot an sunny nearly every single day for almost 2 weeks now! I just wish that it could be like this a little longer than one or two months.
Love, Stacia
I do suppose, however, that if it was this sunny, say for like, 5 months out of the year, then it wouldn't be as green and lush as it is here, and that is one of the coolest attributes about this place....besides me, of course. Because, in case you Idahoans have forgotten, I am massively cool. I am like AC in Jackson, Mississippi....Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream at Baskin and Robins.....Steve Perry and his interminable way to not stopping believing and holding onto that feeling. Infact, they are probably going to be dedicating a part of Seattle to SMS and it will be a really cool place that serves Guinnes, Basil Hayden, some sort of Bordeaux, ice water, great sandwiches, and beets on Wednesdays, all starting at 6:00 a.m. People will probably come from all around to visit this new neighborhood. You guys can come to the dedication and the ribbon cutting. That is, if the city actually gets around to doing this. Who knows though, you know how all that red tape and bureaucratic jibber jabber goes....
So.....where is this? Where was I? Seward Park! I love going here to swim. No, not in the lilly pad part, on the other side. I sun and sit in the shade of a tree. I read and swim.
Seward park boasts 300 acres of beautiful forest land and is home to eagles' nests, old growth forest, a 2.4 mile bike (can you imagine? Exhausting!), walking path (one of my new favourite hobbies), an amphitheater, a native plant garden, an art studio, and miles of hiking trails that have no elevation gain what-so-ever. Seward park is also a great spot to have a picnic with your family of 40 if you are of another ethnic background besides aryan or caucasian. Here you can tote down your giant bbq's, your tables, your chairs, your card tables, and your endless supply of food and have at it. It is quite a sight to see, and am hoping that I am invited one day.
Hold the bus. I know that in doing what I am about to do, I risk exposing even more of my nerdiness, and may cause you to wonder even more so at my "what's", but I just have to share this funny passage from a book that I am reading, that I just read:
"......But she made him nervous, and when he was nervous his stomach, in his own phrase, 'went back on him'.
This trouble was not too inconvenient until the supper interval. He felt secret stirrings in his bowels, but had no time to consider them. But a supper of eight sandwiches, two pieces of cake, six cookies, and a plate of ice cream, washed down with two cups of coffee, gave his revolting stomach something to work on.
He took supper with Miss McGuckin, of course, and also with old Dr Moss and Miss Ternan, the instructor in Art. Dr Moss described his trip to the Holy Land in considerable detail, while the others listened. The old gentleman carried in his pocket a New Testament bound in wood from the Mount of Olives, which he showed for their admiration. Millicent Maude McGuckin was full of pretty curiosity, asking for information about the diet of the Holy Land, and demanding in particular to know whether Our Lord had subsisted chiefly on dates, pomegranates and figs; it appeared extremely probable to her that He was a vegetarian. It was not neccessary for Hector to say anything, so he ate stolidly, and poured hot coffee down upon cold ice cream with the recklessness of youth. And then, all of a sudden, his stomach squealed.
The borborygmy, or rumbling of the stomach, has not received the attention from either art or science which it deserves. It is as characteristic of each individual as the tone of the voice. It can be vehement, plaintive, ejaculatory, conversational, humorous - its variety is boundless. But there are few who are prepared to give it an understanding ear; it is dismissed too often with emabarrrassment or low wit. When Hector's stomach squealed it was thought someone had begun to blow into a bagpipe, and had thought better of it. His neighbours pretended not to notice.
A rumbling stomach may be ignored once, but if it persists it will shake the aplomb of the most accomplished. Hector's stomach persisted, and Millicnt Maude McGuckin began to raise her eyebrows and speak with special clarity, as though above the noise of a passing train. Mess Ternan flushed a little. Old Dr Moss unhooked the receiver of his hearing-aid from the front of his waistcoat and shook it and blew suspiciously into its inside, as though he feared that a scratchy biscuit crumb had lodged there. The stomach squealed loud and long, and then the squeal would drop chromatically in tone until it became a low, hollow rumble. It was as though, nearby, an avalanche of boulders was plunging down a mountainside toward a valley, in which a spring torrent raged and foamed. And then, inexplicably and in defiance of nature, the boulders would rush back up the hill, to be greeted with screams and bagpipe flourishes by the stricken mountaineers.
After an eternity of this, Hector rose. 'Got to see if the orchestra are getting any supper, ' said he, and left the room, his face its darkest red."
Ha! Don't tell me that is not awesome. ....Well, you can if you want, but I won't believe you.
And so, I leave you with that, and with this lovely NW'er "enjoying" the sun out on the Olympic Penninsula! xo
These were my favourite people at the beach the other day:
Biker-fisherman-rockout-to-my-tunes-I'm-gonna-get-a-major-sunburn-guy.
This guy, however, wasn't.
I know that shirt -0n-head-guy is a repeat, but he just kills me. Classic.Have a nice week. XO
