I figured I would do something truly rare and do a morning post to this blog. The blessed bakers of Top Pot Doughnuts, a Seattle institution, opened a shop a mile or so from my home, but since there are two massive hills between myself and the shop, I used the utterly rare rental of a car to come down here before I had to turn said vehicle in. Doubly, I can scribe a bit easier now that I've recovered from the lingering hangover left from too much German Beer, some shared with the Indomitable I, who is set upon another drinking foray this weekend. Normally, I wouldn't consider two major inebriations in a week, but then I'm usually not walking the razor's edge over my immediate future.
I did rent the car to get some practice, for when I get the callback for the driving assessment for the blood courier job. Seemed reasonable that the first time I get into a motor vehicle for months not be the driving assessment. Plus, my parking has never been a strong suit, so I had to get some of that in over all else. Least now, I feel more confident when the test comes, as I managed to cover a great variety of road types yesterday, from the classically bass-ackwards directionals of downtown Seattle, to freeway through the the far suburban hinterlands. It's been so damn odd having a car at my command, as I did for most of my adult life, because I don't really want to have a car at my command anymore, honestly. Yes, I miss my rambling drives, and fuller roadtrips, but a car is so much hassle. I could have gone to Capitol Hill or something for coffee last night, but the spectre of city parking kept that at bay. I've grown accustomed to the costs of mass transit, and the gains in just sitting back to watch the changing urban landscape are much greater for someone devoted to observation. But, I am still somewhat curious about a scooter purchased when the winter ends, but we'll see. A bicycle first, really. Lately I've been mocking my own Americanism, but its kind of true that more of my classic Americanism is falling away, which is a good thing. But I know there is plenty of selective political and environmental blindness left to keep me in moderate standing as a modern US citizen.
One last thing... As I sit inside the cafe style interior of Top Pot, I can't help but note they've fallen back on the books by the pound on the wall shelves style. Most of the books are old encyclopedias full of obsolete information, and probably institutional racism, or collections of classic history or literature. The old lesser-know fiction and non-fiction catch my eye. I wonder about the authors, who might have thought they were writing a great work for the ages, and now their intensive literary dreams end up sold on the cheap by weight. It's too damn theoretical for any worth, really, since most of them are probably too dead to worry about the matter now. But still. But then, wouldn't be enough to know that the fruits of their labor still sit somewhere, existing in lesser obscurity, but existing nonetheless? Just something I guess I'll wonder about if I ever publish. Then, I might be just like them. Wholly desiring of getting what is within to be without, and gaining in that more than the renown and agelessness of the work itself.
Oh well. Time to finish my coffee and drop the car off. Might be more today, mattering on if I feel like staying out.
I did rent the car to get some practice, for when I get the callback for the driving assessment for the blood courier job. Seemed reasonable that the first time I get into a motor vehicle for months not be the driving assessment. Plus, my parking has never been a strong suit, so I had to get some of that in over all else. Least now, I feel more confident when the test comes, as I managed to cover a great variety of road types yesterday, from the classically bass-ackwards directionals of downtown Seattle, to freeway through the the far suburban hinterlands. It's been so damn odd having a car at my command, as I did for most of my adult life, because I don't really want to have a car at my command anymore, honestly. Yes, I miss my rambling drives, and fuller roadtrips, but a car is so much hassle. I could have gone to Capitol Hill or something for coffee last night, but the spectre of city parking kept that at bay. I've grown accustomed to the costs of mass transit, and the gains in just sitting back to watch the changing urban landscape are much greater for someone devoted to observation. But, I am still somewhat curious about a scooter purchased when the winter ends, but we'll see. A bicycle first, really. Lately I've been mocking my own Americanism, but its kind of true that more of my classic Americanism is falling away, which is a good thing. But I know there is plenty of selective political and environmental blindness left to keep me in moderate standing as a modern US citizen.
One last thing... As I sit inside the cafe style interior of Top Pot, I can't help but note they've fallen back on the books by the pound on the wall shelves style. Most of the books are old encyclopedias full of obsolete information, and probably institutional racism, or collections of classic history or literature. The old lesser-know fiction and non-fiction catch my eye. I wonder about the authors, who might have thought they were writing a great work for the ages, and now their intensive literary dreams end up sold on the cheap by weight. It's too damn theoretical for any worth, really, since most of them are probably too dead to worry about the matter now. But still. But then, wouldn't be enough to know that the fruits of their labor still sit somewhere, existing in lesser obscurity, but existing nonetheless? Just something I guess I'll wonder about if I ever publish. Then, I might be just like them. Wholly desiring of getting what is within to be without, and gaining in that more than the renown and agelessness of the work itself.
Oh well. Time to finish my coffee and drop the car off. Might be more today, mattering on if I feel like staying out.
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