So, I haven't posted in a while (comparatively), mostly because nothing at all has been happening. As I left you on Thursday, I was poised to go out to Kirkland - and I did. I met David and Bernice out there, we ate some wonderful Chinese food, and I came back to Seattle and hung around with Michael and his friend Nichole (sp?) for a while. Fun fun.

Friday, not too much to report. Finished the book I was reading, In a Sunburned Country, by Bill Bryson, which I recommend - a chronicle of his tour of the entire country of Australia, both inside and out. Entertaining. Then I realized I was out of books, and mine aren't due to arrive for a while yet. So I was off to the Elliott Bay Book Company, a well-known and extremely large bookshop a few blocks down from me (and a completely wonderful place), where I bought 3 more books: A History of the World in 6 Glasses, which examines periods in history by their beverage of choice, another Bryson book, this one about England, entitled Notes from a Small Island, and a third, bargain selection, called An Imperfect God, about George Washington's relations with and thoughts on the slave trade during his life. I've already finished the first two, so you can pretty much guess what I've been doing all week.

Saturday was more of the same - although I did see an apartment I liked, at Broadway and James, a nice 2 bed, 2 bath place. As it turns out, my application just came back OK, so I'm buying the place on the 15th. Go me!

Sunday, I went to see Donavon Frankenreiter with my cousin Laura, which was an excellent time. We ate at a place called Julia's on Broadway before the show, and I had some wonderful jambalaya and she some very good artichoke ravioli. It was all quite wonderful. If a bootleg ever surfaces for the show (and I expect one will), I'll post a link here.

Yesterday...completely nothing. I left the house once to go give the realtor my apartment application, and again later to buy a small hunk of Copper River King Salmon at Pike Place (which was nearly worth the $27.99/lb they tried to charge me for it).

Today I received a call saying my car is to be delivered tomorrow, so I went to return the rental. No problem, took a bus back, but then realized I left my little hanging parking tag in the car - so I stopped by the office, expecting them to produce one in no time. But alas, apparently I have to call Aboda (the corporate housing people who I'm actually renting my temp place from, apparently), it's their thing. So I did, and my agent informs me that there will be a $150 replacement fee for this thing. Let me describe it. It is a half-sheet of yellow cardstock, with a small hole at the top, which has printed on it the words "JUNE 2006," and some identifying numbers. There is no way in hell that I'm paying $150 to replace it.

So I've got a call in to the rental car people, we'll see if they can find it.

I told myself not to forget to grab it before I left.

Oh well, I've got an apartment!