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A nice day for
spring
to begin.
I don't like working Mondays but sometimes I get called in--
like today and last week, too. Really, it's OK, I
like what I do.
I ride my bike the usual way, down 39th, through the light and onto Burke
Gilman Trail. Hands
in pockets, upright, relaxed, I pedal between parking lots and construction
yards, cross five sets
of railroad tracks and I'm there. It's sunny so I
lock my bike outside instead of bringing it upstairs.
First run is to the
Sheraton at 6th and Union, a concrete and steel tower
being gutted for
remodel.
We were in what used to be the cocktail lounge. I'm guessing this because
there were no windows,
there were booths on risers, and a heavy tube steel railing divided the space
like a cattle pen. We were
there for some steel hourglass table bases and to remove the fir drop ceiling,
one 1x4 board at a time.
While Ben,
Noel, and I are doing this, the demo contractors are struggling with
the five-tiered steel tube
railing. For some reason, the lights go out just as one of their guys takes
a cutting wheel to the railing.
Sparks fly in the dark, the scene dimly illuminated by the twin headlights
of the Bobcat with
grapple
attachment waiting to ram, twist, and dislodge the railing. We go on with
our work, prying boards free.
We finish, return, unload, lunch, & then I'm lucky because it's slow
and I can peel off to go drop my tape at
SCAN. I leave a message for Craig & Adria
asking if they want to go for a walk/bus adventure. I stop by their
place and before my hand can fall to knock, the door opens on Craig standing
there in nothing but shorts.
Hi! At 3 pm he's fresh out of the shower on his way to work, but Adria's
free to go. We figure we'll walk part
way and then board the
358 somewhere along our route. We go through
Woodland Park where an
illegally
off-leash dog is terrorizing birds, squirrels and rabbits, then around Green
Lake where it touches 99. We
stop for fruit and water at PCC, then continue up
the strip all the
way to SCAN.
I was tired but invigorated.
We took the bus back, then
Sarah and Nicole
took me and John to the
County
Line for happy hour. |
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