And Watching For Pigs On The Wing
If You Didn't Care What Happened To Me Jenny was too tired, too weak and in too much pain to accompany Abby and me on the hunt. The best laid plans. . .and all of that. So, Abby and I went and did recon all over South Seattle. From Thornton Creek/Northgate to Judkins Park to South Beacon, we met our realtor and explored. We found no gold, lots of dross, and a bit of something in-between. I called Jenny from each place, giving her my impression of each. After we finished, Abby and I went and dropped a lot of money on gear for the dog, and grabbed lunch at Sprouts, a chain grocery store I used to frequent in my California days and which has established a beachhead at 130th and Aurora. Jenny managed to get up around 1145 and go to lunch with friends. She was weak and tired the whole time, I could tell, hearing it in her voice every time I called. She came home and was feeling low. Sad and angry her eyes were, her mien sad and quiet....