No – we are not grandparents yet.
But Carl is often mistaken for a grandparent when out with his young charges.
He was at the Seattle Center with one, playing with a ball in the Center House.
A few other youngsters approached (balls and kids often attract each other) and he shared the 3-4 balls that he brought. He had 4 small children running around (exercise) and playing together, or at least in the same vicinity. Carl felt this was a good outing, a positive experience.
After they were done, he and his charge sat down to have lunch. While they were sitting there a woman, probably a street person, walked past shaking her head, interpreted, “tsk, tsk, tsk.” So Carl asked her if there was a problem, and she responded, “You are a pathetic Grandpa.”
Needless to say, this stung a bit. Good times to bad times.
There has been much talk about civility in government recently.
Perhaps that should extend to the general populace.
On to today.
We took a walk this morning – finding the hours when rain was least likely to fall.
We also took a breakfast out at the Portage Bay Cafe. We have passed this location many times, and there is frequently a line out the door. The only previous time I had been inside was to borrow their bathroom on a long walk. This time we took the plunge and had breakfast. Although it is very close to the UW, the prices were slightly above what I would expect a student to want to pay, but not horrible. Generally focused on organic, local, low impact food. And the food was really good. We will visit here again.
So sated and caffeinated we continued on to the Museum of History and Industry (MOHAI). They had an exhibit called Clutch it, the Purse and the Person. It was fun. A travelling exhibit with some local additions. There were insights onto why the size of purses changed through time, and what was carried about. From the information provided, modern purses came into being in the 1790’s when the fashion was tighter dresses, without the pockets used to carry necessities. They were called reticules at that time. [I did not take notes, so this could be wrong.] There are some women I work with that would truly enjoy this exhibit. I am going to try and schedule an outing for the one remaining evening when it will be on exhibit. (Usually closes at 5 PM, and there is no way we would get there on time.)
And then we continued on toward home, stopping at the evil empire for coffee, the Farmer’s Market for potatoes, and the corner organic store for a pomegranate.
Football anyone? The afternoon of watching grown men pummel each other into oblivion awaits.
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