Lay All Your Troubles On The Wheels

Today I'm doing terribly exciting things like laundry and balancing my checkbook. I would post pictures, but I don't want to induce any heart attacks with the pure adrenaline rush they would cause.

So.

Yesterday I went to the Fairhaven district with my sister-in-law, Chrissy, and her adorable elf-child, Adia. Fairhaven is the touristy part of town, but it's cute and nice and reminds me a little of Princeton, only minus some of the pretension.

Like it or not, Chrissy and Adia (and my brother, Spencer) are probably going to be a regular feature here.




Let's see how many pictures of Chrissy's derriere end up on this blog.














Cupcakes: check. Always important to know. And at the bottom of the picture you can see a sign for Rebecca's Flower Shoppe. It's good to know there's a Rebecca out there doing an honest day's work.





I can't decide whether the fake people on the top deck of the bus are charming or creepy, but I love them either way.

Take A Tiara If You Must

My day, in 4 words: Walking, food, birthdays, lesbians.

I took some pictures of the walking and the food.

A delectable southwest veggie burger with sweet potato fries at Fiamma Burger in downtown Bellingham. Even their straws are compostable.


The walk from downtown Bellingham to the Fairhaven district:




















































This picture is pretty is pretty self-explanatory. No, Chrissy isn't tossing her cookies. She is obviously calling to the mermaids to come up so Adia can see them.

The Games We Played Till Now

Today's mission: Pictures.

Mission: ...accomplished?

Only in the very loosest sense of what accomplishment means. I had planned to be out and about in Downtown Bellingham today, but ended up being at Costco and Chrissy's house. Worthy places, indeed, but not so much for their aesthetically pleasing qualities. (Note: Chrissy is very aesthetically pleasing, but posting a bunch of pictures of her would be weird, and I'm not filling my blog up with pictures of her house or Costco.)

But I did get a few pictures.

This is The Black Drop, a local coffee shop. It's cute and small and looks kind of run-down, but in a charming way.

I am seriously appalled at how much I pine over fancy lattes. I want to give them up completely because they're expensive and not exactly healthy, but I don't want to give them up because I eat them up, I love them so. I'm also a little appalled at how early a lot of coffee shops here close. 7? Really? I want to come and write until it's dark! I don't even get UP until 7! (Complete and utter nonsense. I'm not a rockstar, and I do not behave like one, except that one hotel room I trashed and when I do lines in public bathrooms with c-notes pretty much all the time.)




This is Henderson Books.







The day I moved into my new place I just wandered around trying not to cry because I felt really overwhelmed. By my life, not by the books. Although the books? Overwhelming. It's like a maze inside. Apparently there's some bookstore somewhere - Portland? Seattle? I forget. But they actually give you a map when you go in. This place doesn't have maps. But I think maybe it should.

This might be the back of the tiny movie theatre in town. I'm not really sure, but I like the mural on the wall.

Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Long-Lived

Initiation.

The accepted rite seems to be introducing oneself and giving a brief justification for starting a blog. I think I would prefer something like tagging, or setting a cat on fire. (Calm down - I'm kidding. I only set humans on fire.)

I am Rebecca. The name of the blog is almost an anagram of my name - I just like "owl" better than "scowl." Although I do tend to look scowly much of the time.

Person: Hey, Rebecca, what's wrong?
Me: Nothing's wrong - that's just my face. Geez.

The justification for starting this blog is that I recently moved from New Jersey to Bellingham, WA, for no reason whatsoever except that I felt like I was treading water in NJ, only metaphorically. It would have been better if I'd been treading water literally, because hell if I didn't become the laziest fatass ever.

Things I might write about later:

-I started dreaming again almost as soon as I moved here.
-I am suddenly able to write, which I could not seem to do AT ALL in Jersey (important only because I studied playwriting in college, so not being able to write = brain death).
-Living in communism. Just kidding. Sort of.
-The center from which all queerness comes. (That is a reference to Lord of the Rings, not the scary contagious Gay.)
-Nieces and nephews and why people don't just let me give them better names.

As per my good friend Elizabeth's request, I plan to post as many pictures as I can stand (or as many as I can remember to take). I'm not much of a picture-taker (wait, there's a word for that? "Photographer," you say? No, that can't be right...) - I've been in Bellingham for a month now and have taken nary a picture. I was going to take some today, but...didn't happen. Because I forgot my camera. But I thought my initiatory post ought to have a picture, and not just any picture, but one taken in Bellingham. And since I DETEST pictures of myself, I thought I should obviously put one up on my blog - a fitting initiation humiliation, I think. So here it is - a picture taken in Bellingham. From my computer. In my bedroom. You're welcome.