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Truman, Henry and I drove to Seattle to meet with Amy and Ziggy, the aunt and the boyfriend.  We had an assignment, of sorts….we had to show a piece of paper a good time, and photograph its’ whereabouts.  Flat Stanley was mailed to us by a 1st grade family friend the week before, and we thought that rather than take him aroundour small town, we would show him the big city.  Truman, who is not afraid to stick his tongue up his nose in public, doesn’t think twice about urinating in public, still holds mommy’s hand…..was too embarrassed to hold up a colored picture and have his photograph taken.  I think Truman has his own definition of cool….and this didn’t fit.

Seconds before Stanley was shoved back into hiding.

Once in the City, we fought traffic-my biggest reason BY FAR for not wanting to live in a big city EVER again (brings out the worst in me.)  We picked up A &Z at the hotel and walked over to Blue C Sushi, Truman’s favorite restaurant.  The sushi rolls by on a conveyor belt, on colored plates, and you take what you want, and pay by color.  Piglet Truman had 7 plates in front of him at the end of the meal.  It wasn’t the most adventurous sushi ever, but it was delicious, and the presentation was very cool.

Notice how Z cleans up the table...waitress' dream

 We spent the afternoon wandering around the Sculpture Garden, drinking hot coffee outside of Pikes Market, riding carnival rides outside the Space Needle-which A & Z toured.  They tell me that it isn’t worth the high price.  I figure flying out of Sea-Tac is good enough for our ariel view of Seattle.

Watching Z  (the minimalist vegetarian) watch Truman (the ravenous 7 year old) eat a huge dinner was one of my funniest memories of the trip. That and the naked mole rat babies trying to dig through plastic.

The next morning, A & Z flew back to Rome, and the boys and I went to the Pacific Science Center.  While walking in the rain, in Seattle, at 8:30 on a Sunday morning, who should run across my path….but someone I know (a guy I sat around the fire with one evening back in October at an intern retreat)! I swear, I LOVE it when I run into people out in public.  Perhaps because I have changed location every 8 months for my entire life, the novelty of running into friendly faces makes me feel somehow like I am actually a resident, not just a vagabond.

I am so proud of my boys.

The boys were able to spend an eternity climbing all over exhibits while I read my textbook.  Seattle was fun, I was productive, but it did end up costing a small fortune, and we didn’t even come home with a souvenir.

City slickers

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