made myself a pancake for breakfast (yes, just one)

played some online games of Carcassonne, and a few spider solitaire games

cleaned the bathroom (this is difficult – our tub requires ridiculous amounts of scrubbing that barely seem make a dent – it’s very demotivating)

did the laundry

kind of cleaned the kitchen (should have done way more here)

got to talk to my mom for an hour (YAY!)

read a few chapters of my book (Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter – not sure how I feel about it, it’s definitely weird)

and then suddenly realized that today was the day that the Edmonds Vision Center was having a “frames show” of some cool new designer glasses from Denmark and was offering discounts on them. I frantically threw on some decent clothes so that I could get down there before 2:30 when it ended. I think I managed to pick out new glasses! They have to be ordered in so I won’t be able to show John for a couple of weeks – they are a dark purple plastic which looks almost black and they have cool metal filigree type stuff on the sides. I was pretty nervous trying to decide on glasses without my dad since my super-cool-but-sadly-very-broken current ones were his choice and I have loved them and received millions of compliments on them.

I love downtown Edmonds. I wandered into Cole Gallery and really liked a set of paintings by Joshua Flint – you can see some images here. This one by Michael Orwick also caught my attention. So then I went to the Red Twig Bakery and cafe, ordered a scone and real iced tea since it was actually sunny and warm and wrote a short scene about that painting. I don’t think my story is really the story in the painting but that’s what I thought was so fascinating. You could probably pull 10 different stories out of it. For me, the paintings with a moment in a story are the best. No matter how technically brilliant a still life can be, I definitely gravitate to the ones that make you want to know more about the people in them.

The 10 minute drive down into Edmonds is also one of my favourite things. I turned on “Hallelujah” by David Crowder (John used it in his slideshow of Hilary and Phil’s wedding if you want to listen to it), because the radio always goes fuzzy on the way down into the Bowl. This song brings back vivid images of the green hills around San Fransisco along the highway. We listened to that song every morning in our mini-van on the way to the Habitat for Humanity work site and it always inspires me. The moment that the Sound becomes visible and suddenly mountains and ocean appear is breathtaking and I’m grateful for the 30 mph speed limit so that I can take in the view all the way down the hill without annoying the cars behind me.

Today I did what I should be doing every Saturday – cleaning first, going outside, enjoying a “treat” and actually writing. It made me really happy.