Here are some photos and a bit of commentary about my last couple of weeks in Seattle. I’m back in Merida now. Whew!
My sister Leila has an electric car. It’s a Xebra, made by a company called Zapworld. Unfortunately, it is rarely in operating order, so she’s thinking of selling it. It would be fabulous if only it worked. It’s cute and running it is free. No gasoline! She plugs it into a 110v outlet for an hour or two, and then it will go about 30 miles at speeds up to 35 mph. Well, she says she may not sell it after all because it’s so much fun to drive. It needs a new charger.
My niece Celia, who goes to a nice suburban high school just outside Seattle, says that a whopping 95 percent of the kids in the school drink alcohol and smoke marijuana, pretty much on a daily basis. Most kids are high while in school. I think it takes a lot of grit and determination to maintain yourself in the five percent who are different. You go, girl.
Keith and Richard’s
One delightful evening I went for dinner at Keith and Richard’s at their home on Capitol Hill. Here are some pics of them and their garden. Keith is a landscape architect.
Richard cooked dinner.
There were four for dinner. This is Curry and Richard.
Tim the sculptor
We walked around the corner to the home of their friend, artist Tim D. Here’s what that looked like.
All of Tim’s statues are outdoors, in the untrimmed yard. The place has a wild look.
Tim has his demons.
This is my favorite. It’s a mummy, or maybe a zombi. He has moss growing on his arms.
Here’s another interesting vehicle. It was picking up a load of cheese from a manufacturer.
This is my friend Jeanne Sather. She maintains a superb website called Assertive Patient (www.assertivepatient.com). This site is an invaluable resource for people living with cancer and for their loved ones. It is also a revealing collection of stories about the medical profession, banks and money institutions, gardening, and raising children. The site can be painful to read.
Jeanne makes and sells original and unusual jewelry which you can see and order from her other site, Charmed Jewelry.
These are Jeanne’s sons, Akira and Robin.
It was Robin’s 20th birthday. He’s about to go to Japan on an exchange program for a year. Here is a picture of Jeanne’s photogenic ex-stepfather.
Mexicans in Seattle
One day, in the process of cleaning up the two units in our duplex and getting them ready for new occupants, I needed some heavy lifting done. I drove up to Home Depot where at any given time there is a crowd of unemployed men looking for daywork. I hired Angel, from Oaxaca, and Abel, from Veracruz. Abel was a tall, sad looking young man. I asked him why he was up here and he said he makes more in the USA in an hour than he makes in Mexico in three whole days. And that’s IF there is any work, which there seldom is. But he misses his parents terribly.
These guys are giving up a lot to come here to support their families. Home, siblings, kids, fiestas, home-made food, music everywhere, flowers, people you have known all your life. I wish for them that they will be able to go home soon, where the human environment is warm and beautifully complex, and find work that can support them.
Margaret and Beta
My friend Margaret chauffered me around on a mad run of last-minute errands the night before I left. Then we went to a vegan restaurant where her companion, Beta, was welcome. The waitress brought him a bowl of water without being asked. Actually, letting the dog in was the best thing about the restaurant, Chaco Canyon. Vegetarian, okay. But vegan, not good. Everyone in there was very thin and intense and politically correct.
The bird of Seattle
This is a picture of a banana slug, the mascot of the City of Seattle.
The Journey back
This is me on the inter-terminal train in the Houston Airport. I’m at my most exhausted, schlepping two heavy suitcases, a purse full of small weighty items, and a package over six feet tall containing a new grill for our Honda Passport, which I’d crashed last month. (See my article called Automobile Accident.) I had many unkind thoughts about Cesar, the man who smashed into me as he tried to pass me when I was turning left. I thought about him as the handle from the box dug into my hand. I thought of him as Continental was telling me they were so sorry, but they couldn’t fit the box on the plane. (They did.) I thought of him when people pointed and commented at the crazy lady with the bizarre assortment of luggage. I frightened small children.
Seattle Cat Needs a Home
For my Seattle readers… This is Pumpkin, a four-year-old neutered male cat who is an excellent mouser. Unfortunately, he also kills birds (hey – he’s a cat) and his owner can’t stand it any more. He is clean, trained, indoor-outdoor, not annoying, and I loved living with him for two weeks. If you are interested, contact me, and I’ll forward your questions etc. to the owner.
Detail of Tim’s Wall