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We made it back into Seattle. Chris G. is saying he’ll do
his thing in about 4 days. Steve does still not believe that
this is true.
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"He just can’t!"
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In the meantime Steve is just about finished with his
Ahold project, which means that he will be done working.
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I just can’t believe that.
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Right now I am at the park near the garage spending time
while they do what they do with Elbee
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No water in the wading pool today, too overcast this
morning. It’s beautifully sunny now but still a little windy,
just as well not to get the chickies wet…the playground is nice
too, rubber flooring, plenty to climb…
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We are waiting to meet Karen and Sam and Tillie again.
They are getting ready to go to Minneapolis for a kidney
transplant from her husband to his mother…Karen has been soooo
nice last time we were here 2 weeks ago. She invited us for
dinner and even offered to take the children so Steve and I
could have some time alone in Seattle.
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Chris G. is pretending that is not a nice guy. He is
caustic and sarcastic and has a smug comment about everything.
Maybe that is his way of sizing people up…not really endearing…
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Yet I know he is the sweetest, most vulnerable, guy…
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2 weeks ago when we were out of water at the lot near the
fright train yard, we had already said good bye to him planning
on being back in two weeks…he comes back with 2 gallons of
water, juice, sandwiches for the kids…Stevie, who of course ate
most of those, was so moved he almost cried…actually I think he
did.
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Only someone really honorable and truly nice, not the
Disney version of nice, would do that kind of thing. He wants to
be such a tough guy…and then there is Rick, the "bus boy"…
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Today we roll into Seattle for the second time. I don’t
think I have ever seen Steve more nervous in my life. He is even
more hyper than usual and driving me to the brink. He just won’t
believe that Chris Goodwin will come through with the install. I
have to say that usually Steve’s instincts are right on the
money. Usually he has an excellent read on people. But this time
I don’t agree with him. He is way too stressed to see clearly, I
think. To me it seems that this Chris guy may be a little
overextended but overall I haven’t heard him say anything that
didn’t make sense…I just don’t know, I have never seen Steve so
off his rocker.
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When we get there Chris is somewhat casual but friendly.
He suggests we use one of his extra cars, a suburban. It’s a
beast of a vehicle, black, high of the ground, a heavy duty
cargo rack on the roof…a mean looking car…
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He insists we use one of his daughter’s car seats for
Jonah, we pile into the car a drive away, or shall I say sail
away, because it feels like we are swaying form side to side. I
am reminded of “my” old Mercury Zephyr, swaying from side to
side because of exhaustion…
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Well, wouldn’t you know it…we ended up at Fisherman’s
Terminal again. This time we parked at a parking lot near a
little park that leads to locks and a salmon watch window. I am
not sure that we won’t be kicked out in the middle of the night
because it says that you can’t park here over night. I am
frantically trying to catch the journal up…it takes forever
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So yes, I flatly refused to stay at that lot again – the
trains were just a few inches too close for my taste and I also
didn’t get the feeling that the people there particularly
relished our presence
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So now, I am thinking this is a nice spot with a view of
the water…and then as I am peeling potatoes for dinner,
humongous rumbling fills the entire neighborhood. In disbelieve
I run, I don’t know why, it’s not like it’s about to stop
anytime soon, to the door to look out…speechless I look at
Steve, who is puttering outside the bus, and there it is. We
practically parked under a train bridge this time…it’s so
absurd, it’s funny.
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