After everyone else leaves the dinner table, my sister and I stay to finish our drinks. Our conversation, as usual, revolves around homesickness and the conflict of living excessively good lives so far away from home. It is just after six but it has already been dark for what seemed like hours. I mention having to remind myself that Seattle is much farther north than it appears on a map of the US.
I just read an article about the Kakaako tent city and Hawaii Community Development Authority's mission to help with the issue. Only, the issue isn't homelessness. The solution, not jobs or housing or humanity. The problem is, as always, those dang homeless people who are encroaching on public spaces.
I'm early for my appointment so I sit in the waiting room. Usually I wait in the first floor lobby, alternately checking my phone and people watching until it's time to go upstairs for my session. I also hang back from the bank of elevators, waiting to catch an empty one. It's a busy building so I'm hardly ever successful, but still. I try.
We get out of the car and Ian carries Iliana across the parking lot, grateful she's not actually asleep. The drive to Shoreline is just long enough to make her drowsy and she's at the stage where a nap will ruin an already tenuous bedtime; afternoon errands like this are always a gamble.
To tell you the truth, I was pretty annoyed at having to go to the Christmas party hosted by Iliana's preschool. I'm reluctant to join in big rowdy things like that during the best of times, but right now it seemed even more overwhelming. So we tried really hard to bail.
Usually it's easy to talk Iliana into a bear-shaped pancake from our favorite restaurant, but tonight? No dice.
It's been just too cold here lately. The thin almost-winter sunshine still hasn't melted the last of Friday's early morning snowfall, and I need an electric snuggie.*
I'm no good in the cold. For awhile I liked it well enough, calling my sister to report every single snowflake we got that first year in the Northwest. We lived in the foothills of Hurricane Ridge, so you can imagine how many weather reports my sister put up with.
The easiest way to keep up with all my posts is to subscribe to my newsletter. I'm not gonna share any of your information, and an unsubscrbe link is included in every email. Thank you for joining!