Rambling
I left a Seattle trying, like someone assembling Ikea furniture from instructions not written in English, to fabricate Spring:
“Daffodils…check! Chilling Drizzle…pretty on the blossoms, but, I think the part’s mislabeled…”
Taken with old camera - close-up not nearly as effective. Dang!
Landed in Milwaukee as snow was starting to accumulate. Eventually got about 4 inches.
We did have a nice evening out on Saturday night before I left. We met some of Mrs. Perils’ climbing pals at a newish wine bar/cocktail lounge in Ballard called the BalMar (on the corner of Ballard Avenue and Market Street. Natch). The evening started out nicely - they were a little busy, but there are lots of nooks and corners where you could monopolize a table and hold a conversation. Wines weren’t cheap, but they were good. We ordered some appetizers, and they were on the stingy side for the price. A little later, the music turned towards a thumping dance mix, and the place became sort of a meat market. Visually entertaining for Mr. Perils, but Mrs. Perils complained of “hoochies” on cell phones in the ladies’ room. We moved on to Conor Byrne and a 3-piece Irish band. On the way, we passed this guy playing in a doorway near the Tractor, and he was the best thing we heard that night.
