Today started off a little rough to say the very least. I woke up around 3am with horrific pain in my mouth from the temporary new tooth that I got this week and managed to crack early last night. I tried to get back to sleep to no avail and finally just gave up all together and opened up my computer and started getting things done. The codeine that the dentist gave me has not been agreeing with me so I took some percocet that I already had at home to try to dull the pain. About three hours later, I was finally at a place where I could go back to sleep – unfortunately, I knew this was one measly hour before my alarm clock would blare its disheartening distress signal and I would be forced to start my day.
During my one-hour sleep, I had a dream that my father called me at 6:30am to tell me he found a cat. Although my father is not a fan of having any animal as a pet, and he’s certainly capable of understanding time zones, the dream was so realistic that I actually had to check my phone’s call history to see if the call had in-fact happened.
Upon my hated alarm sounding, I immediately called the dentist office and they agreed to see me in 30 minutes. Great!... No, wait, I have work to do today and I am not ready to leave the house yet!
So I rush around literally throwing all of my days needs into my bag, I give myself a whore’s bath, brush my teeth and walk as fast as I can to catch the bus…. And let me just say, walking fast (or any quick movement for that matter) is NOT fun when you have a massive toothache. As I get within 20 feet of the bus stop, a rush of wind goes by… the bus just kept going.
Now, I have 9 minutes to get to my dentist’s office in downtown Ballard on time and I realize the only hope is for me to walk. Ok, ok, its not really a far walk at all…. But it seems like it when you’re watching the clock and your tooth hurts.
I make it there 3 minutes late, get my tooth fixed and I’m out the door.
I decide to head downtown from there since my afternoon is all scheduled in the downtown area. Upon my arrival, I decide I have 3 hours to spare and I might as well head over to the Seattle Public Library once and for all. I have been intrigued by its modern grandeur since my move and have no excuses for not having been there yet.
I’m not going to describe the library architecture, as I am sure you can find a thousand or so other websites that do that already with a charm and grace I don’t possess. I am going to sum it up as something everyone should see while in Seattle.
There was one thing, however that caught me a little off guard. I arrived at the library around 9:55am knowing that it would open at 10am. During my approach, I noticed a rather large group of people waiting outside and as I walked closer, the group didn’t particularly strike me as the literary kind.
It didn’t take me long to realize this library group was a large number of Seattle’s homeless waiting for the public building to open so they could come in and get out of the cold. It made me wonder how many of them came to the library on a daily basis and if they had braved the cold winter night with their entry to the library as the light at the end of the tunnel.
As I escalated up to the third floor “living room”, an older, creepy gentleman repeatedly said to me “I’m right here young lady” while motioning for me to sit next to him. As flattering as that was, I decided to check out another area instead.