Greenlake

B and I returned to Greenlake for the first time since the appendicitis and trip and weird illness and so on. I wasn't in a hurry but was taking short steps in my long skirt and enjoying the warmth and people that the nice weather has brought out. I decided to make lists of things that I liked and didn't like about Greenlake as I circumnavigated (the first list has kids in sun hats, Rainier on a clear day, people watching, that sizing-up look you exchange with perfect stangers that means you're sharing a thought with someone you'll never talk to. The second list was a lot longer but also more petty: people who fish, dog poo in the middle of the path, dogs on long leashes lunging at B, wheels in the wrong lane, gnats, etc).

I also decided not to stop to chat with the CSG. I don't like the feeling of obligation that every time I walk the lake I have to interrupt my flow to spend time sharing inanities with some person, even if he is nice. B had other ideas. Fifty feet away from the coffee stand she started veering and by the time we were in front, she was at a 45 degree angle to the ground. B and I made such a scene - her pulling towards the stand like a trucker in need of a fix and me doing my best strong arm impression - that of course the CSG noticed. He called out to us and we exchanged inanities from a little further away. I wasn't going to let B have the satisfaction of a biscuit after our little test of wills, so I didn't get any closer and turned down the CSG's offer of a dog treat. I'll need a better strategy to get past that coffee stand if B and I continue to walk at Greenlake.