A few more details about the Seattle weekend.
The restaurant in Seattle is called Sazerac and it’s on 4th in the Hotel Monaco and offers a “fusion of Cajun-style cooking and Northwest elements.”
I twisted my ankle on the step in front of Ken and Joyce’s because I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing and my foot slid off the step and I landed on the side of my foot. It isn’t swollen and I can walk on it but it feels tight and yucky.
And I had a semi-meltdown in the Central Public Library. It’s kind of embarrassing to tell since it makes me sound like a major wuss. As soon as we got inside I started to feel a wee bit of this vertigo thing — don’t know how to describe it any better than that. I figured it would wear off shortly — it’s not a regular occurrence but now and then I do feel a few clicks off when dealing with heights or bridges or tall stairways. We continued to work our way up to the readers spiral or whatever it was called — I wanted to see it. Meanwhile the tilted head kept getting worse and worse. At one point we were in an area with admin offices that was low ceiling and painted red and very enclosed and I wasn’t sure if I was going to puke or start screaming so I focused on my feet and found my way back downstairs and sat at a table and I still felt funky. I stayed there so Bob could find me and I found some paper and wrote notes to keep my mind occupied. Every once in awhile I’d take a quick peek at all the other zillions of people there who seemed to have no problem roaming around this incredible structure. I don’t know what the deal was. Hopefully next time I’ll do better.