After a solid month of rain (during which, I’d like to point out, it’s been sunny in Seattle) the sun finally came out for the 4th, which meant that if I pulled my comfy couch up to my living room window, I could see the fireworks show from the comfort of home. First of all, what a treat to have the weather so warm that I didn’t need a fleece jacket and six blankets and a child on my lap just to keep warm. I had all the windows open and was sitting on my couch in a tank top eating ice cream. And I had an unfettered, perfect view of the fireworks, which were spectacular.
Today has been dedicated to house cleaning, so I loaded up an old rolling suitcase with things to take to Goodwill, which is just over half a mile down the road, and got there just at noon, when they purported to open. I had no idea that it was such a popular spot, but there were already ten people waiting impatiently at the door, peering in anxiously, and everybody eyed my donation suitcase with speculation and hope. (One barely used Fry Daddy, a similarly barely used cappucino maker and lots of winter clothes). When someone did arrive to open, she just laughed at us all and locked the door behind her. You would have thought there was a fire sale the way people pushed and shoved to get in the door. But it’s done now, and I have closet space again. Hurrah.