A Matter of Complete Insignificance

First of all, I just hope all of my many readers (1) in Minnesota were safely home or at the Twins game last night. Yikes.

We have a completely scary, aging structure in Seattle, called the Viaduct. We also have a city council whose idea of leadership is to commission a study to look into the viability of the recommendations proposed by the last sub-committee relative to the efficacy of holding public hearings as to recommending a non-binding vote to determine the practicality of appropriating funds to hire an investigative team of engineers to review the recommendations of the sub-committee. Which means that we have this completely scary, aging structure in Seattle, called the Viaduct.

I have come to the conclusion that the unspoken but decided policy of our "leaders" is to just wait until the bloody thing falls in the next earthquake and hope the feds give us money for the clean-up. I guarantee you that the bridge collapse in Minneapolis is going to result in a renewed flurry of newspaper articles and radio discussions about what to do about the Viaduct. And that nothing will be done.

For what it's worth, I also have a policy of voting for whoever is running against the incumbent in council elections. The Seattle City Council is one of the most frustratingly ineffective governing bodies in America. In fact, someone should give them t shirts to that effect. I'll get on that.

But hey! You didn't come here for a scathing (though brilliantly insightful) look into local politics. No. You came here to find out what I've been up to lately. And let me tell you, it couldn't possibly be more frivolous.

Yesterday The Child and I went to Meg's for lunch and a swim. It was awesome. Then we poked around in some groovy little shops. And I found a handbag. But not just any handbag. I have been looking for a bag this size and this shape for over a year. I wanted one in black but this is even better.

I know. Gorgeous, right? (Oh, the photo doesn't even do it justice but trust, it is gor-ge-ous). And even better? It was on sale. Major sale. Like, it cost me $20. I know. Pinch me.

Then we went to Stina's for a little more moving-in-organization. This time it was her "dressing room". Which meant I pretty much came away with my fall wardrobe. "Take this, it's so you", she'd say, tossing me yet another pair of shoes or what-not. Love that.

See? Told you today's post was a matter of complete insignificance. I may be shallow, but I'm honest.

Now I must away because I have 412,000 pounds of used school uniforms to sort out before delivering them to said school for a sale this weekend, gardens to weed, a menu to plan, food posts to write and assorted bits of research to do, all while attempting to siphon Harry Potter and "High School Musical" trivia from The Child's head so she can start working on a book report.

Oh, and we must stay near The Dog because the Blue Angels will be dive bombing our house momentarily and he does not like that.