On the Streets: Failed errands

The fog has rolled in. I'm tempted to try for a last call photo of foggy Dick's, but I suspect the motivation will pass me by. One of my neighbors, either in my building or in one of the houses near by, has guests over. One of the people is a loud talker, loud laugher. It's a little jarring (sp?). Guests! (I'm not judging. At this point some people have either had COVID or had the vaxx. We're going to have to prepare ourselves for people doing pre-COVID things.)

Several times during the pandemic I thought about doing a beans rating. The people who have been to this site before know what's coming. I love reading about food and cooking, but my personal cooking is akin to an army mess hall. And I love it. I got takeout twice today, and it was delicious, but it's the people and the places that tend to be more important to me than the food. Peckish me fired up a can of late night white beans and I was in heaven. I could live on good beans, veggies, and fruit. I might have to have a go at it. Ahh, the beans rating. The reality is that my list would change constantly depending on the last bean I had.

I had to go downtown today to do a couple of things. Didn't end up doing any of those things. It wasn't a complete loss. The sun was out and it was warm, so I decided to walk and take advantage of a break in the winter gloom. And I didn't want to lose my parking spot.

That's a funny thing about having a car on the Hill. Sure, it'd be faster to drive, but I'd be returning shortly after rush hour, I might end up circling for a while, looking for a spot. The Pandemic Blues. I pay for an unused car and avoid public transportation. Good thing I prefer walking. (That's called whining. I'm grateful to have a car, and I kick myself for not making more use of it. My complaints are largely tongue in cheek. One of the many things I love about living in a neighborhood is not being dependent on a car. When I moved to Seattle I envisioned returning to my hiking, trail-running ways. Hasn't happened (yet), and in hindsight, I should have immediately sold the car.)

That parenthetical statement (with an internal parenthetical) is obnoxiously long. Screams of being defensive. I'm not defensive, you're defensive!

It was a beautiful day for a walk. Downtown was really quiet but not empty. I walked into Pacific Place to have a look - that was empty. Several businesses were cleared out. I'm not sure how many of them were closed because of the fear of window breaking or because of a pandemic lull.

Mission Unaccomplished I headed back to the Hill. I kept thinking about all the businesses crippled by this pandemic, and the difficult position that public policy planners (alliteration!) are in.

I deleted a long paragraph related to policy-makers. It was poorly worded, so I took it out.

I took some photos.