Pioneer Square

Really missing the kids. C'est la vie.

Forced myself to get out of the house today. Went downtown to Pioneer Square. I've lived in Seattle for two years and never set foot in the Elliott Bay Book Store. Worked two blocks away for a year and a half and nerver went in. So, I went in. Enjoyed a 20 minute visit, mostly in the used book area. I looked at a bunch of art books. I was thinking about starting a new collage. Although the prices were reasonable, I thought it better to save my money. Found a few used magic books and spent a few minutes looking through those. Then back out onto the street where my cigar butt was waiting for me to re light it. Neat place. Lots of books and a restaurant downstairs that I did not visit.

I love the J&M Cafe and Card Room. Unlike the book store, I would frequent this place often. Mostly for lunch. Thay had a great Salmon Club Sandwhich. Ahh the sights, sounds and smells of Pioneer Square. Even though the shop is closed, I still gravitate to that part of the city.

I went to the US Bank and cashed a check I had recieved from a gig I did at Hokum Hall. Thinking about next months rent and all the bills that come each and every month. Need to figure out how to book some gigs.

The tape in the tape player is from the Franklin Covey, "Managing Personal Change". Buster asked me if it was working, I said, "Not yet." Round and round and round we go, where I'll stop. . . . nobody knows. . . not even me.

Tonight is my dance night. Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. Like most Wednesday nights of late, I don't feel like going. But I suspect I will, and I always end up having a good time.