Well, here I am thinking about writing for a blog that i have not even decided what the subject matter will be. So many things it could be. IE Third Floor View…I still like that name. Gives a different perspective on the world. It is all below me, looking, observing out the many windows. My view is magnificent. The Harbor with all the shipping traffic, port activity, straits of Juan de Fuca on one side 7 there ever-changing Olympic Mts on the other side. Then there is the neighborhood, Yes, the neighborhood. Full of characters, each with their own story that will probably go to the grave with some of them. They are past telling how they ever got to this place in life. The shuffling walk of passerby’s with the ever present backpack. I sometimes wonder if this is all the belongings they have in the whole world. The parade is endless. Some of the characters are daily walkers. Others are seen only once. Safeway is the destination of many with their hands painfully and awkwardly carrying those flimsy plastic bags. The handles cut into the hands with the weight of the load. Some opt for rolling the shopping carts if they live close, some returned or left decorating the landscape until someone gets tired of looking at them. perhaps their consciences start talking to them.Their ages cover the gambit from young to old. Where could they all be going. Nowhere is the destination of some…just killing time. A way of life for some now. The young gather in groups. The oldsters are solo.
Couch surfing is prevalent. Then there are the dog walkers. SOME OF THEM are the regulars. Tourists venture up here for the view. Not much else to attract them except curiosity. the homes are seen from downtown that line the bluff.
View From the Third Floor 