A Place To Be

For those who weren't here to experience it, we had a sunny Sunday in Seattle. Perhaps one of our last of the year. And since the Seahawks have decided to play like the team they were a decade ago rather than the team they were last year, as a half-assed fairweather fan I decided to give up on the game and go outside instead. 

Good choice. Unlike the game, the outside was lovely. 

I went to Discovery Park, a place I hadn't been in a decade or so. My mistake. Discovery Park is really quite a nice place to spend some time, especially on a sunny autumn afternoon. 

I was, of course, the odd man out, walking around by myself in my coat, hat and gloves (to keep the neuropathy at bay). Most of the folks I saw were in T-shirts and/or shorts, and wandering around in various groupings (couples, families and conglomerates). But I didn't see anyone that wasn't having a good time, dogs and toddlers included. 

Plus the park has a lighthouse. As I learned from the XS, everything's better with a lighthouse. 

My only complaint with the park was with the "Reflecting Ponds." I wandered toward them thinking they would contain reflective water, but the algae made that pretty much impossible. Apparently, "reflective" was meant as more of an internal thing; an instruction, perhaps, rather than a description.

Trust me: the last thing a cancer patient needs is an instruction to be reflective. It pretty much comes with the territory. 

But it was a nice pond.