After that, I got on the bus and got off at Burnside and 60th, where I tried to go apartment hunting but was too wound up due to the new obstacle that I had to go into QFC and wander around for awhile, but that didn't help. I went out walking. moving toward city-center. I did get down a few phone numbers of apartments renting while passing by them. And I cooled off enough to talk to the manager of another, a man in his 70s or 80s. Unfortunately, all his were 2-bedrooms.
Finally ended up at this park I'd been to before, at 39th and Stark. (I think it was Stark.) Didn't stay there long, I was a little peckish. (Having had only a tiny pizza for breakfast, roughly the size of a slice and a half.) Got a nibble. Then I went to this Pagan store called Moonshadow because I needed a satin cord for my inverted pentagram necklace (the chain it came with is made of some kind of cheap crap that turned my neck green). While I was there, I was browsing. They had some cheap walking sticks, and I found one that was exactly the right height, is mostly straight, can support my weight, and has a head that seems like it was designed for my hand. So I got it. It's also made of sumac. I also got a button that says "Minimum wage for politicians." :-)
Pics of the walking stick:
Then I went to FredMeyer's to wander around a bit. Got a water bottle with a holder and a carabiner to attach it to my purse, so I will always have water when I go out. After that, I took off for the meetup. I was a couple minutes late. I thought Brooke would beat me there, since she started biking out there at around 6, but she was 40 minutes late. The meetup was a lot of fun, and I was rather chatty for a change. Of course, it made that annoying "words disappear and I have to look for them" thing about 10 times worse at times, and I still have that issue of trying to say things when I want to, missing my opportunity, and either not being able to say it at all or having to backtrack.
Well, that's all for now.
Teal Deer Version:
1. Morning started out good. Apartment hunting. Cosigning I can do, Mom will cosign. WHAT? Cosigning has to be in PERSON? GRAH-FLARGLE-BROO-ARGGHHHHH! *gnashing of teeth, screams of the damned, wails of 1000 grieving widows*
2. Wandered about, ended up farther away than planned. Hawthorne district.
3. Satin cord at Pagan shop! Yay! Got a walking stick, too! Satin cord for an inverted pentagram, how ironic. :-D
4. Pagan meetup. Yummy Chinese food there, and much talking. I managed to be fairly talkative. Words go hiding from me more often when in those situations.