Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Cheap Thrills In Seattle (aka: Choosing The Miracle)
On Memorial Day weekend, my mom, Ellie, and I snuck out of town for a badly needed, completely invigorating, whirlwind girls' weekend in Seattle. Traveling with one child, one four-year-old-girl-child, is really the bee's knees.
Behold, some of the pretty (and pretty cheap) wonderment:
The head of a giraffe, a giraffe so close to my camera that he nearly bumped into the lens. (You can count his eyelashes.)
Ellie (and my friend Nora's sweet boy) feeding lettuce and carrots to the giraffe. (Only a fiver! And admission free with cheap-ass Zoo Boise pass! Gotcha, Seattle.)
A seven-buck Cuban roast sandwich from Paseo's with shredded pork and caramelized onions and pickled jalapenos and aioli and cilantro...on a roll. Messy and cheap and good and, perhaps, The One True Sandwich To Rule Them All.
OK, four cupcakes.
The kid picked pink coconut, and who can blame her, it went with the ensemble.
A bowl of ballerinas, ballerina for a quarter.
Slick kelp on smooth beach rocks at Alki Beach.
The kid's first sight, smell, breath of salt water.
Wet barnacles in improbable shades of purple, green, orange, clinging to steps.
Dragons on the light poles(!), almost more than the kid's heart could bear. (Areyoukiddingher?)
Cherry suckers from the Asian market, eaten in a pink chair.
Oh, the jellyfish. (In the aquarium that would not accept our cheap-ass Zoo Boise pass. Ya got me, Seattle!)
The unlikely, incredible (and very certainly sinister, don't tell the kid) nature of this thing. The eye!
Touching tube worms, and sea cucumber, and anenome, oh my!
A much-need weiner in a hotel lobby, on china, with fresh berries and a little china cup for the kid's tomaaahto dip. (She's fancy.)
There is something Albert Einstein said (and not the thing about Theoretical Physics, because I have a terminal case of Lack Of Understanding of Theoretical Physics), and it goes like this:
There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.
I don't know if it's even a tiny bit true, but you can guess which way I'm leaning.