I tutor Monday through Thursday. After school Monday, I met a friend from Port Townsend, who has all this time been volunteering at my school, and I never knew it! (Her grandson goes there.) We went to a nearby cafe where I had my first fried banana with coconut cream and chopped peanuts -- just trying to experience the Little Saigon culture, you see.
And that night, I didn't dance! What's that about, I wonder, because usually I never miss those Monday night dances at Waltz Etc.
Tuesday I had a meeting at my house with other environmental activists who are working together against Tar Sands oil, then went dancing zydeco at Highway 99 blues club.
Wednesday I went to hear Steve Coll at Seattle Public Library, talking about his new book, Private Empire: How ExxonMobil Bent Washington to its Will. He's terrific: clear and smart and articulate. But I learned things it's hard to know. Like Exxon has annual earnings as big as Norway's GDP, but since it's global, it wouldn't be considered too big under US antitrust laws. And ExxonMobil, with its enormous US subsidies, has said they don't consider themselves an American company, obligated to act in the best interests of America.
The good news is, public opinion is so negative to them that their big investment in fracking to get US natural gas is a gamble they could lose, because of interests arraying against them. Sounds good for our campaign to get local governments and businesses to say no to Tar Sands oil expansion.
Thursday my pal Vito and I went to the Crest -- $3 movies -- and saw A Separation, which won the Academy Award for best foreign film and should have got it for best film, period. It's the best I've seen in a long time.
Friday is weekend to me. I made waffles for breakfast, baked bread, made egg salad with just-laid eggs from a teacher friend (from her chickens, that is), had a neighbor in for impromptu warm-bread sandwiches at lunch.
I rode my bike trainer for 23 minutes, which may sound paltry, but I feel good about it. If I were ambitious, I'd get into making a spin tape of zydeco music, which is the best.
I walked to Fred Meyers, with my backpack. This is dangerous, because home is seriously uphill. The one thing I absolutely needed was dish soap, which I didn't buy, because I couldn't resist a small watermelon. Plus, they're having a seafood fest. I bought sea scallops and one rock lobster tail -- at $7 for one meal, a splurge. I went to quite a bit of trouble to fix seafood Bordelaise, but it didn't thrill me. I actually preferred the curried carrot puree I had leftover from the night before, with some of the yogurt -- cheaper by the quart -- I had schlepped up the hill.
No dancing, again! but only because there wasn't any. Speed read most of a novel I thought I would like, Barbarian Nurseries. Great plot idea, but nobody came alive for me. I got three-fourths through it, and went to sleep. I'm done.
Saturday I vacuumed! I walked around Green Lake at 1 with my new friend from last Sunday, reluctantly said no to a barbecue at Richmond Beach with another friend, because I was going dancing in Bothell.
So, have I found the rich life I hoped for when I moved to Seattle? I guess I have.