“It’s like we’re high,” said my friend Eileen, and I laughed because she was right. We had headed out for a walk in my neighborhood but it was impossible for us to move forward, everything was wrapped in a sparkling clear layer of glassy ice and we needed to look all of it. Twice. Up close. We gawked at the little black berries on the hedge that lines the west side of my yard — they were like eyeballs on stalks.… continued…
We interrupt this month of guest posts for some pictures from the ice storm in Seattle.
It is not possible to get from where I was to where I wanted to be without a driver of some kind. With that in mind, I ditched Jeremy the taxi driver. I’m not so naive that I expect to get the best possible price – my bargaining skills are rather poor, I know that. But Jeremy wouldn’t strike a deal in the lobby of the hotel; he insisted we settle in the parking lot. “We’ll write it down; I’ll meet you at the gate.” “How much?” “No problem, we’ll set a good price, I’ll be out at the gate.” To make things worse, I’m pretty sure he’d been drinking; I could smell the booze on him.… continued…
