My son came to get me this afternoon so I could spend some time with Cadel.
My other son, Chad, and his partner, Harry, took turns with me holding the babe. Chad is just beside himself with delight at being an Uncle.
We stayed for a couple of hours, and then decided to go to the Freemont Street Fair.
We walked for over a mile along the Burke Gilman Trail.
Formerly a rail road right of way, the trail runs for miles. Here it runs along the Ship Canal. About 35 years ago, I did the Title research on the property that became this trail. Eeweeee, what a job.
I love this tree. Think I will have to find out what it is. I need plants that provide color year round so I can always have my bouquets in the house.
I would love to live in this apartment. Is this Artsy Fartsy, or what? And such a view.
Chad and Harry kept getting ahead of me and having to wait as I took pictures. They are so patient with me.
I love this nude hanging on the fence at the Canal Coffee Company.
Finally, we arrived at the Street Fair. This is an exceptionally eclectic event that is held every Sunday, year round. You never know what you are going to find. The only thing I was interested in was a rest room.
After looking at all the vendors, we went to catch the bus to downtown Seattle.
If you click on this picture to enlarge it, you will see that the people waiting at the bus stop across the street are actually statues. Residents of the area dress them to celebrate different events. I'm sure tomorrow there will be an Abe Lincoln.
The boys accompanied me to the underground bus tunnel to catch my bus back to Mercer Island. By this time, my feet hurt so bad. I have walked the trail through the woods to the shopping center every day for the past week, and today's walk resulted in blisters. I was dreading the walk back up the hill when I remembered that I had met a friend of my brother's who had told me to call her if I needed ANYTHING. Hallelujah, she was just coming home and was five minutes away. I walked to the Starbucks and arrived there just as she was driving in. When I got home I had to soak my poor feet.
This is a view from my brother's kitchen, showing the woods I walk through each day. Bald Eagles live in the tops of these trees, and I hear them calling in the mornings before the sun comes up.
It's nice being here, but I'm missing my little place.