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Saturday – 11/15

Posted by joeabbott on November 16, 2008

Today was a “specialty shopping day”. That is, we went to an art fair and left with full bags, stuff under our arms, and sore feet from 4+ hours of walking the floor.

We started out picking up my sister-in-law, Olivia and then heading into Seattle for the Best of the Northwest Art Show. It is in town two or three times a year and both Suzanne and I like to go. It was a special treat to get to bring my mom.

We split up immediately upon entering as I walked all the aisles in the time it took them to walk one. Literally. I then stuck with them as we slowly strolled the booths. I took advantage of a second time through to talk with artists, look at pieces more closely, and carry stuff for Suzanne and my mom. Oh, there was the run for carmel corn and drinks, too. All in all, it was a pretty good outing.

The show was split into two halls and after we completed the first hall, I brough our own “haul” to the car.

To complement (and compliment) the driveway project, Suzanne bought a half dozen iron sculpture salmon. They’re cut from a simple, flat sheet of iron and welded to a iron rod and can then be pushed into the ground. With our small “school” we’ll stick them in the rocks and by the dry streambed alongside the driveway. They should look fun.

We also got a throw rug, a few candles, and little things like that. Overall the most fun was talking to the artists and seeing all the great stuff. Not exactly my mileau, but Suzanne was at home and both mom and Olivia made for good company for her.

Between the showrooms we had a bite to eat. The second “half” was more like the second quarter or fifth. We got through it quickly and while I waited outside, they ran for one more quick trip to a few key booths.

After we got home we all laid low for a bit, mom napped while Suzanne and I talked or dozed. Within an hour we were up and doing this and that. Mom made a call to her brother, my Uncle Joe, and it was good to hear them talk for the better part of a half hour over the small things of Virginia, MN or what we’ve been doing here.

Once that was done we took a jaunt to dinner. The choices were either Qdoba Mexican or California Kitchen; we’re happy with either but my mom had never tried a make-your-own-burrito place so we opted for Qdoba. As usual, simple and tasty.

Then a trip to the mall to our Made in Washington store for a few final souvenirs and then home to some wonderful red velvet cake Suzanne had made me for my birthday and a couple games of cribbage between mom and me. A fine way to end the day.

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