Nom de Plume

It would have been nice to have a digital camera, and that way I could have documented the road trip up here, and our subsequent ensconcing in the Green Lake/Greenwood area.

Failing that, let me just say that we are both absolutely nuts about this neighborhood. Restaurants, coffeeshops, an antique store that relies heavily on Romanian antiquariats (sp? Mom?) and a Starbucks with mismatched tables a la Flying M all make me feel right at home. The apartment itself was last remodeled in the 50s, and has the unfortunate color combinations to prove it, but is HUGE. Lots and lots of space. Steve and I wasted all day trying to find a place to buy a couch, and ended up walking around in Fremont. We bought nothing, but had a great time. Great Thai, too.

Steve wants to buy a houseboat.

(I think the reason he told me about his grandfather living in a purple bus was to make me feel grateful for his restraint.)

I should really log off and go home. I realized as soon as I sat down that I have Steve’s phone in my backpack.