Wes and I decided that last weekend would be a good weekend for adventures, so we had them. Aidan and I started things off right by plundering Half Price Books’s 20% off sale (Half Price Books is a local used bookstore). We bought twenty books and a couple movies for $30, not bad, huh?
Then, I took Aidan to the off-leash dog park. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a friendly black Great Dane wander over to your toddler and give him a kiss. I have to admire my son’s chutzpah, to stand there mouth open for a kiss while a horse of a dog licks him. Fearless, that one.
On Saturday we took Aidan to the water so he could throws rocks into the lake and chase ducks and seagulls. Of course, I neglected to dress him for the occasion so he had no choice but to stand on the shore and only look at the water. Apparently packing sandals for a kid who’s going to the beach is just too much to ask of me.
On Sunday we skirted Seattle Center (to avoid Bumbershoot crowds) and explored Pioneer Square. I love Pioneer Square. It’s kinda seedy in some places, and definitely not somewhere I’d ever want to be alone at night, but during the day it makes for marvelous exploration. There are alleys galore, and that’s something that suits me right down to my toes.
You see, I love alleys. I have a preoccupation with them, actually. I’d probably get very, very distracted if I ever lived in New York. For me, each alley is a story, and I’m always looking for that story.
For example, we finished our walk down by the pier and turned up one street too early, so we cut across an alley to get back to the street we’d parked on. In that alley was an old door that said “Seattle Steam Corporation.” Weird, right? There was a huge old smokestack coming out of the top of the building, and a weathered yellow sign to the right of the front door that read, “Fallout Shelter.”
Shoot, that story practically writes itself.
Of course, this weekend wasn’t all fallout shelters and friendly Great Danes. There was a crazy homeless guy walking down the same street as us screaming profanities, and an unfortunate nap in the car that resulted in an apoplectic toddler. I think I’m going to blame the crazy homeless guy for that too.
As I said, it was a good weekend for adventures. We might have done too good a job at having them though, because I’m finding it more difficult than usual to focus on getting my stuff done today. Despite what my lazy brain is telling me, I know I will not, in fact, be more productive if I watch a few episodes of Mad Men while Aidan naps.
Oh, shucks. It looks like Don Draper disagrees.