Spent a couple hours at home working on the X-Film programs for the Olympia Film Festival (early-Nov.) - Bridget drafted me just after I arrived, and agreed to leave her semi-retirement, too. As I left, I ran into Jim from the Temple of Justice, who clerks for Chief Justice Alexander. Alexander expects suit and tie, so this was Jim in “casual” mode. The dress code in Justice Sanders's chambers is a bit more relaxed...
Got a little lost looking for the field - but it was really just behind the Westside Mall and “Target Place.” A truly cringe-worthy name, that. Anyway, Carrie had just arrived herself, wearing teal socks, as promised, and a team t-shirt about 4 sizes too big. Apparently, they only come in one size.
The game started at 8pm, just as the sun went down, and the klieg lights came on. I always liked them, especially when walking by the softball fields in McCarren Park in the early evening. Carrie played really well, but unfortunately pulled a muscle in her thigh. Here, she's sitting out the game for a minute, hoping it'll get better. It didn't so we left at the half, and walked down Harrison, hoping a bus would show. Eventually, one did, and I used the ubiquitous bus-front bike carrier for the first time. Pretty well-designed and simple, actually. Just a rack and a bungee.
Incidentally, Bridget - the first visitor to my Olympia apartment - just sent these photos of my cat, The T.J. Hooper. Hooper was still getting used to the whole moving thing, and was a bit skittish. Not that she's ever all that sedate. For the non-legally inclined, she's named after a famous Learned Hand decision, in which he declared (rather unhelpfully, to my mind) that trade custom defines the standard of care. Except when it doesn't. Thanks!
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