After the trip to the museum, we rode the bus back to Pauline’s house, and I went to the Family Kitchen, suffered in the heat over a humungous stack of dirty pots, pans, and dinner trays, and then took a walk with Rebecca. We went to the cemetery to visit some lovely trees and some dead Seattle celebrities. I took a few pictures of Rebecca’s hair. Here it is looking halo-eque in the long shadows of evening, and fuzzy-esque next to a couple of also fuz
zy things. By the time we got back to her house, I was very tired and very whiney. Going home and to bed helped my mood a lot.
