Wow, there is some crazy shit going down out here in Washington state. Last night Governor Inslee issued an official call for WA residents to Stay At Home as much as possible for the next two weeks. Just minutes before that, we learned that the long cement bridge linking the peninsula of West Seattle (where I live) to the mainland was shutting down indefinitely. Structural damage “suddenly” came to light and the city closed the freeway in one day, giving people only three hours to get home. Apocalypse now!
It’s scary to think what would have happened—would the whole thing have come crashing down? Or just bits? Perhaps one lane would crumble off and sink into the Duwamish River before pulling the others down after it, as unwitting motorists went hurtling into the deep? Phew! That is one disaster averted, at least.
But now the short distance—about 1.4 miles—from here to downtown looks different. It looms huge, impossible, inaccessible. That is because there is (and always was) a very very deep body of very very cold water between us. Huge ships can be seen now and then as they slowly power through to the Port of Seattle docks, the ferries plow back and forth, tugboats and barges crawl by, and the water taxi runs once an hour. Otherwise, people rarely venture into Elliott Bay.
There’s a radical new tool of social distancing: the moat.
West Seattle may become the best Seattle yet! safest, at any rate. We’ll just be over here slowly and silently losing our minds!
More news: The new sign is up for Week 2! And a new quilt. This one is the large “Alice in Wonderland” quilt.
How many books are you reading these days? I’m up to four at once now, in small bits or long luxurious sessions after lunch, or before bed, or anytime really…. (that feels strange to admit).
W. Bruce Cameron, A Dog’s Journey (surprisingly addictive sweet and mindless fun to imagine life as a dog sees it); Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (Oof, that is a long book; but I promised to read it and it’s really pretty fantastic!), Peter Ralston, The Principles of Effortless Power (bedtime table essential to calm the mind); and Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence (funny and sarcastic portrait of snotty New Yorkers vying for power amongst themselves in the late 19th century).
Sad that the bookstore where I was to discuss David Copperfield has just shut its doors.
😦 I bet it’s a sad day all around. Hope you’re ok. Hang in there and I’ll see you tomorrow.