Terry in the Sun

Noon.  Saturday.  I had to mail the second half of my daughter’s present.  Since the post office was closed, I went to Postal Express.  They’re on Broadway, where 17^th crosses.  Today was also the second day of the Broadway sale.  That’s a day where all the businesses on Broadway cooperate and stage a sale.

Along the way, I saw two funny people running with light blue t-shirts and numbers pinned to their backs.  They weren’t racing.  Maybe they were part of a scavenger hunt?  Then I saw lots of others in blue t-shirts.

I never found out what they were doing.  I got distracted.  “Oh, Shiny!”

Instead of going home, I walked toward Lloyd Center.  I needed a picture of Binyon’s for a story I intend to do later.  There was a birthday and a DJ from a local radio station and all kinds of things going on in the Lloyd Center.

After that, I decided I still wouldn’t go home. I left the Lloyd Center from a different exit than usual, saw a fountain with a bunch of coins with wise sayings on the sides of them, took a picture,  then walked across the street to Holladay Park.

Vendors were setting up for the finish line of the Seattle to Portland Bicycle Race that ends tomorrow.  I walked around the edge of the park, took the Max to Pioneer Square (for free) to see what “Sand in the City” was all about.

It was cool!  I think it was mostly for kids, but the sand sculptures were neat and they had wheeled robots made mostly from Legos and they were pretty nifty, too.  There were lots of tents at Pioneer Square but there were lots of tents at Saturday Market, too – and I wanted to check them out.

I got back on the Max, headed toward the Willamette River.  At Skidmore Fountain (at 1^st or so, just where Burnside crosses) Saturday Market there were tents and tents and tents.  And tents.  Handware, artware, crafts, food, music, bands, some guy playing the bongo.  People relaxed in the shade under trees or sunned themselves on the grass.

Oh yeah, the sun came out, too.  I’m an optimist.  I wore my sunglasses.

I walked back to the other side of the Willamette River via the Steel Bridge, a lady on a boat waved at me, the Amtrak crossed just after me, there was a long train on the other side (I never saw the engine or caboose) and I got back on the Max at the Rose Garden, rode it for two stops and got off at Holladay Square again, then I walked home.

I got slower, and slower, and s-l-o-w-e-r.

For normal people, that may not seem like a lot, but for me?

I was pooped.

I’ll post my pictures from “Sand in the City” tomorrow.