For me anyway, and almost for Carl.
He did have, “get a kid to school,” duty first thing yesterday morning.
After dropping said kid we started off on foot to a study appointment.
Three miles and a few vials of blood later we were off on our downtown segment of the day.
Great plan – go to the Seattle Art Museum. We had a voucher from a different museum to get a discount on a year-long membership. We go to the museum about once a year, maybe a little less. A membership would certainly raise that rate, and there is a big Picasso exhibit coming in the fall. Through downtown and down the hills to 2nd Avenue.
In Seattle, when you are downtown if the street number is higher, so is the elevation. Significantly higher. On other thing that we did not know is that the Seattle Art Museum is not open on Mondays. We walked down to the 1st Avenue entrance to see if the office was open. No luck – time for Plan B.
Plan B = Seattle Library. A real architectural marvel, and I had only just been in the front door before. Up to 4th Ave. At the Library we looked, walked, took the elevator up, walked down the book spiral to the 3rd floor, went up the escalator to the 5th floor, down the stairs through the red 4th floor (meeting rooms) and finally back down to the first floor where we got new library cards. Our old cards had not been used in a bit, and were no longer in their system. I think the last time I needed something Rey got it out for me.
Sidebar: I was wearing one of my 3-Day Breast Cancer Walk shirts, and in the Library gift shop (yes there is one, run by the Library volunteer support group), one of the volunteers asked me if I was a survivor. I said no, and she indicated she was and thanked me for fundraising and participating. That felt good. [And if you want to support me – look for the link on this page to donate to the 2010 walk.]
Onwards, back down to 2nd in search of a soap shop (for a gift – we weren’t that dirty). Carl couldn’t quite remember if it was near the Horton Building (one of his kid’s mothers works there) or by the Gold Rush Museum (a national Park in the middle of Seattle – one building big). We never did find it but we went up and down a few hills, always heading south.
Finally time to actually get to the ballpark. More and more folks in Mariner’s clothing. When we were further uptown we had more than one person say, “Happy Opening Day” to us. Kind of fun.
Must go for now – the game report later.
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