wistful and wet, but well-fed

I walked thirty blocks – the west side of Phinney Ridge has lots of lovely houses – in the rain to drop off clothes at Goodwill, then powered up the ridge in search of a bus and maybe some eats. At a largish coffee shop on the ridge, I was treated to the sight of a lesbian couple. They were older than I am, one in a pink wig and one with a peacock feather in her hair, and both wearing bright fabrics, as if they were on their way to or from a party. They smooched as they waited for their coffee. It was adorable and I was jealous as all git out.

And speaking of getting rid of things I don't want, I returned the Purdy Persian's copy of Down And Out In Paris And London when I went to her party yesterday afternoon. Her rabbit stew was delicious; she said we were eating the Easter Bunny. I had a terrific time, but we were up on the roof, and the weather didn't cooperate. I'm glad I wore The Coat from Vampire Clothing.

And speaking of vile weather, when it's too wet to ride my bike, my exercise jam is walking eight blocks downhill, buying groceries, and then carrying them back uphill. I'm running out of reasonable things to buy after this weekend.

I'm also out of HVAC filters to clean. Go me. Now that I have a step ladder it occurs to me that I can hang more art on the walls safely. As luck would have it, SEAF is in under two weeks. We shall see.