There was a wild windstorm night before last. Rain and twigs pelting the windows. Just outside the window I sleep under, the tall cedar's branches whipped around creating a frantic loud dance of shadows across the walls. Falling asleep took a while, so more of the fairy tale was read...including the part where she was locked in a closet with a rat trying to nest in her hair.
There was a dream of having to contain two live rats in a skillet, being ordered to cook them for dinner. I couldn't decide which was worse, having to cook them, or knowing I would have to eat them.
A friend and I went for a walk downtown, the first time I've spent time since March. This is Pike Place Market, usually it's shoulder to shoulder crowded. Now it's mostly empty stalls and shops, with only a few wanderers.
The twinkle lights all over helped to cheer things.
Although, not long after this photo, a rat scampered by.
There was also a stop at the Pine Box Bar, a converted funeral home.
Seating is outside in the driveway where the hearses used to roll through (including one that held Bruce Lee). The tables are made from dismantled display coffins. The lights were lovely, but I'm not sure I'll be going back, just a smidge too creepy for me.