Wednesday, February 4, 2009

It's about the small things

What a glorious day yesterday was; the sort that makes me glad we moved to Seattle.

No wind, clear skies, lots of sunshine and mid-afternoon temperatures in the mid fifties. What more could someone who enjoys four seasons ask for in a winter day?

It was Rachael's "Sunday", too, so we stopped by Easy Street for breakfast. Easy Street is a local landmark, often billed as the best little record store, coffee bar and diner in West Seattle. They also have a small performance space and Eddie Vedder still drops by, now and then, when he's in town.

We stop in a couple three times a month because the food is tasty and plentiful, the wait staff is attentive and friendly and people at other tables join in your conversations. The visit yesterday was no exception.

At home, we settled in to watch Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, the third entry in The Mummy series. It doesn't hold a candle to the first one. The actors were trying too hard, even Brenden Fraser, whom I usually enjoy. But it was fun; particularly when served up with a nice bottle of white wine we got at Christmas.

I sneaked in a nap after the movie, and just before three p.m. we went for a walk, down by the Fauntleroy ferry landing, on to Lincoln Park, then up the hill, nattering on about houses that we liked.

And what a grand view of the Olympics from my bench above the ferry landing! Picture postcard perfect.

Home again, we grilled fish for supper, decided it was too warm to throw a log in the fireplace, and then I wrote for a couple of hours while Rachael fiddled with a video game. Bedtime came early, just like darkness does this time of year.

Another day in the life, don't you know. Not very excited business, but it's the little things that make a difference, isn't it?