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Er, something. I'll explain that in a minute but, just so I live to the end of the post, no, it's not a big deal. :)
Plans, survival of, etc. I decided to drive downtown - the hype on the radio about how icky parking was going to be notwithstanding, I figured it was still early, and besides, even odds the situation had driven away anyone whose business could wait. Besides, I'm an optimist. 11 am. The parking garage is...empty on and above the third floor. Yeah, right, poor parking. Smart Park, the cheapest places I know of in the city, is more empty than not. Parked right near the stairwell and everything.
Of course, I ate about a half hour before I left the house; I was hungry, and figured I'd be downtown a while. So, wandered Saturday Market. Lots of things I'm not interested in, check. Pretty wood and metal and other things I want to look at but wouldn't use or have anywhere to put, check. I enjoyed looking, all the same. The candy shop almost tempted me; the place with the perfume almost knocked me dead before I even saw it (swear, it was like having four overperfumed ladies pressed into you, even if you were as far from it as you could get and still pass!).
I did make one purchase - I looked at the art/photography booths more closely, because I wanted some more art for my office space. Found a photography place that had just gorgeous shots and narrowed it down to three, that were non-everyday-views of things or simply far away/hard to get, and that I liked too much to leave behind. Mt. Hood over Lost Lake, with the trees turning colors framing it just perfectly. Hug Point, which I have no clue where it is or what state it's in, even - beach, rocks, water flowing down a rock in a small waterfall and off toward the ocean, sun-touched - brilliantly so. And Larch Mountain Trail, another one I'm not familiar with, but a beautiful old forest in moderate fog. Very pretty.
Got them all matted-but-not-framed. Not for price reasons (his framed prices were reasonable enough that I'll probably pay more to frame them separately) but because his frames were one-style faux-wood and freaking ugly (which would be why they were reasonably priced, one assumes). But the photographs? GORGEOUS.
Also at Saturday Market, I saw a street performer who sort of baffles me yet. She had on faerie wings (pink in back, blue in front) of gauzy fabric. She had a saxophone. She had a hula hoop. She had a sign saying "Extinction is forever. Dams aren't." It was like she couldn't quite make up her mind what to be. As I passed her the first time (going deeper in), she was playing something I didn't recognize; and it was pleasant enough to listen to. I must concede that's impressive, while keeping a hula hoop in motion. I must also admit to being disturbed.... As I came back past her, she was just mangling the opening to the theme for The Pink Panther but, having had trouble there, she was doing nicely on the rest of it when I passed out of earshot, anyway.
Of course, I'd also intended to go to The Bite (just across the street), Powell's, and possibly even the art museum. This did not happen. I wasn't hungry yet, I was restless, Powell's wasn't inviting enough to get there, and I'm very ambivalent about art museums and museums in general. I get bored/restless too easily - and I was already restless. Not good, especially when the major exhibit they're touting, I've already seen. It was a very good exhibit - Splendors of Imperial Japan. I know at least one person I read here, that I think would probably love it. But I don't draw, you can't take pictures, and I'm only so able to be fascinated in any given moment. Heh. In other words, I have the attention span of a ten-year-old as regards museums, at least.
Left there, headed out 26 toward the zoo exit (my favored way to get to the Japanese Gardens). Their parking lot was full. So were the spaces in front of the tennis courts. I present the latter merely as a gauge of busy-ness; as a rule, I don't go up to the Gardens if their lot is full. It can be half full and they will be a hell-hole overpopulated by people. When it's full? Forget it. The effort of parking by the rose test gardens or on the street parking places (easy to get into, deadly to get out of, since you have to back out perpendicular to traffic!) is pointless if I will only be annoyed.
Headed on out to the Craft Warehouse. Where I did not buy the fountain-making supplies. I have pumps and foggers and bowls and stones and stones with holes and pottery supports I have not used. They did, I admit, have submersible lights, which I don't have - but that's because I don't like lights in tabletop fountains! It was hard not to grab pumps and foggers because they were on sale, good (not great, but good) pumps for under $20 and foggers for just about $40. That's a really good deal. Still, wandering through them left me feeling more inspired/fountainish. We'll see if that inspiration survives to be used, but hey.
Debated Powell's Beaverton, decided against it (I really do have enough books anyway, I guess). So made my only practical stop I'd intended to make - the shoe store. I've got a pair of work shoes, and a pair of casual-wear beat-up work-around-the-house shoes. Problem: I'd used them for yardwork. They're now rather, well, coated in yard debris. Not what I want to wear for other stuff. Since I'm trying to do more walking, for my new casual shoes, I grabbed a pair of tennis shoes that seem suitable for that.
That was my downfall. I was wearing my work shoes, so of course I wanted to switch (also, might as well start breaking them in). So I had to cut the tag. I decided this after leaving the store, so instead of having them cut it, I grabbed my nail clippers to do the task (they're just fine for thin plastic stuff, after all). Only somehow I gripped them wrong and my thumb slipped and the pressure was abruptly just on the nail.
Which got yanked back from the nail bed. Just at the edge, but enough to sting like crazy and bleed. This resulted in a quick stop at the Target next door for a box of bandaids (we were low anyway) and some antibiotic, since I didn't really think I wanted an infection there even as a mild risk. It didn't stop hurting until a few minutes after that was applied - I really did a number to it apparently.
And then I came home. :) Scott was just finishing his salad for the potluck/gaming group meeting he's going to this afternoon, so I stole a cucumber slice and then wished him a good time; he's left for that now.
And me? I think I may go play with my fountain-stuff for a while.
Plans, survival of, etc. I decided to drive downtown - the hype on the radio about how icky parking was going to be notwithstanding, I figured it was still early, and besides, even odds the situation had driven away anyone whose business could wait. Besides, I'm an optimist. 11 am. The parking garage is...empty on and above the third floor. Yeah, right, poor parking. Smart Park, the cheapest places I know of in the city, is more empty than not. Parked right near the stairwell and everything.
Of course, I ate about a half hour before I left the house; I was hungry, and figured I'd be downtown a while. So, wandered Saturday Market. Lots of things I'm not interested in, check. Pretty wood and metal and other things I want to look at but wouldn't use or have anywhere to put, check. I enjoyed looking, all the same. The candy shop almost tempted me; the place with the perfume almost knocked me dead before I even saw it (swear, it was like having four overperfumed ladies pressed into you, even if you were as far from it as you could get and still pass!).
I did make one purchase - I looked at the art/photography booths more closely, because I wanted some more art for my office space. Found a photography place that had just gorgeous shots and narrowed it down to three, that were non-everyday-views of things or simply far away/hard to get, and that I liked too much to leave behind. Mt. Hood over Lost Lake, with the trees turning colors framing it just perfectly. Hug Point, which I have no clue where it is or what state it's in, even - beach, rocks, water flowing down a rock in a small waterfall and off toward the ocean, sun-touched - brilliantly so. And Larch Mountain Trail, another one I'm not familiar with, but a beautiful old forest in moderate fog. Very pretty.
Got them all matted-but-not-framed. Not for price reasons (his framed prices were reasonable enough that I'll probably pay more to frame them separately) but because his frames were one-style faux-wood and freaking ugly (which would be why they were reasonably priced, one assumes). But the photographs? GORGEOUS.
Also at Saturday Market, I saw a street performer who sort of baffles me yet. She had on faerie wings (pink in back, blue in front) of gauzy fabric. She had a saxophone. She had a hula hoop. She had a sign saying "Extinction is forever. Dams aren't." It was like she couldn't quite make up her mind what to be. As I passed her the first time (going deeper in), she was playing something I didn't recognize; and it was pleasant enough to listen to. I must concede that's impressive, while keeping a hula hoop in motion. I must also admit to being disturbed.... As I came back past her, she was just mangling the opening to the theme for The Pink Panther but, having had trouble there, she was doing nicely on the rest of it when I passed out of earshot, anyway.
Of course, I'd also intended to go to The Bite (just across the street), Powell's, and possibly even the art museum. This did not happen. I wasn't hungry yet, I was restless, Powell's wasn't inviting enough to get there, and I'm very ambivalent about art museums and museums in general. I get bored/restless too easily - and I was already restless. Not good, especially when the major exhibit they're touting, I've already seen. It was a very good exhibit - Splendors of Imperial Japan. I know at least one person I read here, that I think would probably love it. But I don't draw, you can't take pictures, and I'm only so able to be fascinated in any given moment. Heh. In other words, I have the attention span of a ten-year-old as regards museums, at least.
Left there, headed out 26 toward the zoo exit (my favored way to get to the Japanese Gardens). Their parking lot was full. So were the spaces in front of the tennis courts. I present the latter merely as a gauge of busy-ness; as a rule, I don't go up to the Gardens if their lot is full. It can be half full and they will be a hell-hole overpopulated by people. When it's full? Forget it. The effort of parking by the rose test gardens or on the street parking places (easy to get into, deadly to get out of, since you have to back out perpendicular to traffic!) is pointless if I will only be annoyed.
Headed on out to the Craft Warehouse. Where I did not buy the fountain-making supplies. I have pumps and foggers and bowls and stones and stones with holes and pottery supports I have not used. They did, I admit, have submersible lights, which I don't have - but that's because I don't like lights in tabletop fountains! It was hard not to grab pumps and foggers because they were on sale, good (not great, but good) pumps for under $20 and foggers for just about $40. That's a really good deal. Still, wandering through them left me feeling more inspired/fountainish. We'll see if that inspiration survives to be used, but hey.
Debated Powell's Beaverton, decided against it (I really do have enough books anyway, I guess). So made my only practical stop I'd intended to make - the shoe store. I've got a pair of work shoes, and a pair of casual-wear beat-up work-around-the-house shoes. Problem: I'd used them for yardwork. They're now rather, well, coated in yard debris. Not what I want to wear for other stuff. Since I'm trying to do more walking, for my new casual shoes, I grabbed a pair of tennis shoes that seem suitable for that.
That was my downfall. I was wearing my work shoes, so of course I wanted to switch (also, might as well start breaking them in). So I had to cut the tag. I decided this after leaving the store, so instead of having them cut it, I grabbed my nail clippers to do the task (they're just fine for thin plastic stuff, after all). Only somehow I gripped them wrong and my thumb slipped and the pressure was abruptly just on the nail.
Which got yanked back from the nail bed. Just at the edge, but enough to sting like crazy and bleed. This resulted in a quick stop at the Target next door for a box of bandaids (we were low anyway) and some antibiotic, since I didn't really think I wanted an infection there even as a mild risk. It didn't stop hurting until a few minutes after that was applied - I really did a number to it apparently.
And then I came home. :) Scott was just finishing his salad for the potluck/gaming group meeting he's going to this afternoon, so I stole a cucumber slice and then wished him a good time; he's left for that now.
And me? I think I may go play with my fountain-stuff for a while.
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