Fez!

Hattie’s Hat in Ballard. Still fiesty.

At Home & Garden Art near 85th, I noticed that at some point recently my Treo’s SD card had gone AWOL. I think it may have been at Six Arms last night, as I dropped the phone once while there.

Agua Verde Cafe

Happy hour on the water in the University District at the former Boat Street Cafe, on the way to an opening at the Henry.

Sunny

It’s quite a lovely day today.

Food and flowers

Jon tells me all my recent posts are about food. He’s right, and it’s probably because when I cook it’s the only time feel creatively engaged at the moment. Not that I don’t have stuff to do – I’m trying my hand at film editing, for example – but when I cook I often feel sense of satisfaction, of skill. Not so to dtae for the flick, and I really have no idea how the celebrated bourgeois writers of the ast century madfe time or desire for writing in the face of leaky windows and moldy walls.

In ameliatory fashion, all four flowering fruit trees on our proppity have burst forth. The lord of them, a tall cherry in the back yard, has a distinct and lovely fragrance.

Ham

We made a bunch of food today. I burned the heck outta my hand getting the ham out of the oven.

Bick’s

Viv did indeed eat the heat.

Mo comet

Viv and Tod giving me a hard time at the Comet, three pitchers in.

Chez comet

Tasty Sierra