So, that’s the last time I tell someone “you gotta get the flu shot! I haven’t been sick since!” Because I’m sick. I realize flu season’s over, and the shot kept me healthy through fall, winter and even spring, but now? This all happened the day after my big gloat. At first I thought my scratchy throat was due to the near-screaming I had to do at the bar on Saturday (apparently every barkeep on Capitol Hill has poor hearing and horrible taste when it comes to music), but I quickly realized it was so much more than the assumed. Thankfully, I’m on the road to recovery, per the items items below.

Regardless, get the damn flu shot.


Mercer Slough.

The day started with lunch at Cherry St. Coffee House, a standing favorite of ours. Over a plate of falafel and tuna salads, we decided we should head to the Eastside for some “trail walking.” And so we did.

Aah, the Mercer Slough. The perfect culmination of nature, wetlands, and “wildlife” for a city person like me to really  rough it. That said, it was rough. We chose to walk from one end to the other by way of trails, mulch, and bridges; affording me the chance to come face to face with one of my aforementioned fears. There were slugs. Yes, but I think my terrifying aversion to these molluscs was downplayed by my willingness to search for a snake or two in the brush with David. It was a great afternoon of nature hiking, especially when the terrain I’ve become accustomed to is pavement, carpet and hardwood. And the greatest thing about this place is that you won’t forget your experience too soon! Nope! I’ve had swollen bug bites for days to kindly remind me of our pleasant visit.


Lazy weekend.

Last weekend was the perfect blend of structure and whim. I had just enough free time to complement the plans I was due for, and more. Adventures include: finding a new (but soon to be closed) antique shop on Capitol Hill, vising Mercer Slough in Bellevue, exploring more of the hill, and lots of eating – of course. More to come on these!


Visiting Volunteer Park in Capitol Hill for the first time.

Blue sky.

So And So’s Garden.

Late breakfast (“late breakfast” means I still get lunch. Don’t fight me on this.).

At Skillet Diner. Per usual.


Griddle Cakes. The best he’s ever had.