It is BLOOM season here in Seattle. It’s been mostly grey and little chill, but totally tolerable. The flowers have been amazing. So brilliantly colorful that they make up for the lack of sun. My allergies however, are most certainly plotting my death. If they have their way I’ll drown in my own snot or my head will explode from sinus pressure. I suspect, though, that this is my punishment for not having any allergies in Nashville this season. My incredibly awesome, spectacular, surrogate grandpa, Major Mac, said today that allergies were just like hangovers: you are busy trying to feel good enough to die, and everyone else thinks it’s amusing. He’s spot on.
Mac and his wife, Aunt C, came for lunch today and told us incredibly true adventures of their lives in the incredible way only they can do and then asked all about my life and were super supportive and interested and wonderful.
I am having a great time on this trip. I got to see a ton of people last night which was fun. I hope the sun comes out for me art least once more. 3 hours on the first day wasn’t really enough.
I had a bunch of stuff I’ve been meaning to write about, that I keep thinking of through out the day, but of course I’ve forgotten all of it, so instead I will go drink this pint of Duvel, and eat the salmon my ma is cooking and watch a movie with my dad. Cheers!
June 4, 2008 at 8:31 pm
You know someone’s in the Pacific Northwest when there are three posts in a row about eating fish….
Glad it was a great trip.