Very Seattle
Aug. 29th, 2005 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThis great overheard conversation snippit reminds me of another 'why we love Seattle' moment I had a few years ago.
Sunny and breezy day and I had a friend visiting from out of town. We had just been to the Seattle Center and were sitting on the grass near a corner waiting from her son to come pick her up. A homeless looking hippie guy, kind of 30ish, walked by on the sidewalk and just in front of us stopped and leaned down and picked up a dollar bill that was, apparently, just lying there. He got it into his hand and turned to us:
"Does this dollar belong to either of you?" We assured him that it wasn't ours and then kind of looked away so he could take it in peace. He then held it out to us and asked "Well, do you need it?". When we assured him that we really didn't, he took it an turned to leave saying "I guess I'll have to find someone who does."
Very very Seattle.
And, I've been having other not sick but just not so healthy feelings. If I were a doctor-going person, I would not have a clue how to even describe the feelings. Nothing critical. Nothing particularly show stopping. Just kind of vague not wellness.
But, not today. Today, I am feeling just fine and dandy. Strange. Hope it's hear to stay.
And the Mom report. Her TV headphone batteries need replacing and it's nearly classified as an emergency.
This is the time of year when they have thunderstorms nearly every evening. And even though it's been this way for a bazillion years, the cable company has yet to figure out how to combat service interruption with nearly every storm.
In an assisted care facility, TV is very important. Those little gray haired people love their TV. They can buy a vowel faster than you can blink. They may not be able to hear too well enough to chat with you easily or see well enough to read a book, but they love their evening news and reruns of whatever.
So... Every evening, the thunderstorm comes, the cable goes out and the short gray haired people get pissed. They break out their walkers and wander the halls looking for someone to bitch to. While they are doing this, my Mom is sitting in her room happily watching her TiVo. ("TiVo recorded High Noon for me! I'd never seen it before. It's a great movie and it has everyone in it and they are all soooo young!)
But, she can't let anyone know. "If they find out I have TV they want to know how and when I tell them it's TiVo, they have no idea what I'm talking about and I don't know how to explain it to them. I tell them it's digital but they think I have a special deal with Comcast and I should get them the same deal."
So she has to keep her door closed and her headphones on. Aren't we all looking forward to the day we move into the home?
Sunny and breezy day and I had a friend visiting from out of town. We had just been to the Seattle Center and were sitting on the grass near a corner waiting from her son to come pick her up. A homeless looking hippie guy, kind of 30ish, walked by on the sidewalk and just in front of us stopped and leaned down and picked up a dollar bill that was, apparently, just lying there. He got it into his hand and turned to us:
"Does this dollar belong to either of you?" We assured him that it wasn't ours and then kind of looked away so he could take it in peace. He then held it out to us and asked "Well, do you need it?". When we assured him that we really didn't, he took it an turned to leave saying "I guess I'll have to find someone who does."
Very very Seattle.
And, I've been having other not sick but just not so healthy feelings. If I were a doctor-going person, I would not have a clue how to even describe the feelings. Nothing critical. Nothing particularly show stopping. Just kind of vague not wellness.
But, not today. Today, I am feeling just fine and dandy. Strange. Hope it's hear to stay.
And the Mom report. Her TV headphone batteries need replacing and it's nearly classified as an emergency.
This is the time of year when they have thunderstorms nearly every evening. And even though it's been this way for a bazillion years, the cable company has yet to figure out how to combat service interruption with nearly every storm.
In an assisted care facility, TV is very important. Those little gray haired people love their TV. They can buy a vowel faster than you can blink. They may not be able to hear too well enough to chat with you easily or see well enough to read a book, but they love their evening news and reruns of whatever.
So... Every evening, the thunderstorm comes, the cable goes out and the short gray haired people get pissed. They break out their walkers and wander the halls looking for someone to bitch to. While they are doing this, my Mom is sitting in her room happily watching her TiVo. ("TiVo recorded High Noon for me! I'd never seen it before. It's a great movie and it has everyone in it and they are all soooo young!)
But, she can't let anyone know. "If they find out I have TV they want to know how and when I tell them it's TiVo, they have no idea what I'm talking about and I don't know how to explain it to them. I tell them it's digital but they think I have a special deal with Comcast and I should get them the same deal."
So she has to keep her door closed and her headphones on. Aren't we all looking forward to the day we move into the home?