1. The relocation is done. There is detritus, but there was no other way. Our old landlord, always more than a bit clueless, was previously informed yet inevitably surprised and, thence, luckily (knock on wood) and fortunately silent. Now we settle in...nest, if you will. This will take a while, but in the mean time we have a second floor deck with a phenomenal view of Lake Washington. I just spent a couple of hours watching the shifting wind and how one little sailboat, main only and trying on a broad reach, responded to the weather change. We also have a newly adopted pet, the most purely white cat I have ever seen, a big girl transitioning by name from 'Mara' to 'Pyewacket,' which, in case you didn't know, is a moniker important both historically and fictionally.
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2. Liquor in Washington State has been emancipated. This event is rightly to be celebrated and remembered, akin to Juneteeneth. Yet I must admit to both mixed emotions and initially mixed results. First, I had come to know the staff of the Renton State Liquor Store on a first name and very familiar basis. Amy was Faire kin, and Christopher was a kindly, young soul...who also kept me in free moving boxes. I'm not sure if I'll ever see them again. Then there's Safeway. A week before you could actually get any, there was an aisle previously occupied by bulk wine that was slowly stocked but unpriced and unattainable. On June 1st, after work, I headed to our local supermarket to mark the event that I could get booze at our local supermarket. The shoppers milled about, crowded and dazed, like they were not only new to drinking but also unsure how to deal with it. I entered this confused school of thirsty fish knowing what I wanted but left a bit disappointed. Gosling's satisfied me, naturally, but Gentleman Jack did not satisfy Zanne's taste for real bourbon, and there was no sign of legitimate potato vodka. I was assured by the store manager that this would get better as they could actually order for themselves. It never occurred to me that Initiative 1183 was going to be like transitioning private preschoolers to public kindergarten, but I should have known. It's a learning experience. It will get better.
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| So long, it's been good to know yuh. |
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