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This is how you know, right? Oh good lattes, how I missed you. I did manage to make a few good cups of coffee on the stovetop espresso maker, but it's really not the same.

Writing week in Zion was great. I'm not up for that post right now, but it really was great. At the end of it, I felt like I had been away for a long time, and there was a tinge of that "Does it matter if I ever go back?" feeling.


And that made the actual coming home really lovely, quite unexpectedly so. It's been sunny and gorgeous since Saturday, the kind of sunny that makes you believe it's going to be summer again some day. Saturday was my first weekend day in Seattle in ages, and I woke in the morning feeling like I had all the time in the world.

I took advantage of it by going to Ballard Fiore, since it had been months since I was there. Josie was working, and not fifteen minutes after I arrived, Jason and Kate arrived, much to my delight, and then Kevin too. One of the best things about living in the same city for ages is that it's not at all difficult to run into people you know and love, people who make the world seem hospitable and full of fun. That was Saturday morning.

The afternoon was spent on a long walk with Bobby and his aunt's dog Sasha, in the sunshine at Lincoln Park. Later we got soft serve ice cream and sat in the car at Golden Gardens, hiding from the cold wind that had come up, watching people with their dogs.

Saturday night was Maldives at the Tractor with Kate. Have you checked them out yet? It's time you did. Their CD is worth having, but of course live is best.

Today was similar. Coffee with Susan at Queen Anne Fiore, a ritual I have missed, and then errands in the sun. Later I rescued Kate from her computer and was rewarding by having her read me poems and indulge me in girl talk. It was a nice end to the weekend, a little reminder that the life of the mind is alive and well not only with my writing group, but here in my Seattle life too.

Hope your weekend was just as good!