Last night, I barely made it across the Square. My evening companions were hardly bothered by the sting in the wind. Making me wonder if I am in the wrong state, with the wrong people. Or at least in the wrong season.
Just to torture me, two eateries turned out to be closed. Perhaps forever. Still, we made our way to the third -- Muramoto, which is always special, always fresh and creative (and always just a tiny bit cold).
So on balance? I can't complain. Good will and good food trumped the cold.
But the next day? Well, as is often the case, if you start with resolve, you end with resolve and nothing much happens in between.
I worked at home and brooded. Looking out my balcony windows, I was at first buoyed by the blue skies. And then? Let’s just say that clouds got in my way.
Call me foolish, but I've been nostalgic for the icy, sub-arctic winds that whip across the square. Here in Seattle for half of today, it was clear, sunny, and nearly 60. I left my coat in my office. Then, without warning, it grayed up, dropped to 40, and started to rain. No such fickleness in the midwest. It might be cold, but at least it's consistent.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm curious... which eateries have closed, perhaps forever? I fear I won't recognize the place should I ever come back for a visit (in a May, not a February).
I'm always glad when you are with your friends. They used to appear more in your earlier blogs.
ReplyDeleteAnd you entertained more, I think.
I sort of miss them!
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