Barb and I had lunch together today. We had some really nice hamburgers at Johnny Rockets in Pacific Place. We had finished eating and were just sitting around talking when Barb received a phone call.
It was about some papers that were supposed to be picked up at Fred’s lawyers office but somehow ended up at a messenger service in downtown Seattle a few blocks away. Barb had planned to pick them up at Fred’s lawyers office and take them to the King County Recorders Office on 4th Ave. But now they were in Seattle and it would save her a drive into Seattle if she picked them up and took car of them today.
We immediately walked to the messenger service, picked up the papers and headed to the King County Recorders Office. It was about 16 blocks away. It was raining and windy. Barb had to hold on to her hat several times and the umbrella was in danger of being damaged but she was in good spirits. She almost had another “bullet item” checked off on the path to being completely separated from Fred.
We arrived at the Recorders office and were thrilled to find there was no line. The person behind the counter was helpful enough but I’m certain she had her ability to smile, laugh, or show any evidence of friendliness surgically removed.
By the time we got back to our offices Barb had wet feet and pants up to her calves. My feet were dry but my pants were wet up to my mid-thigh. My coat and hat were soaked but it was good to have saved the extra hour plus of driving into town tomorrow and being one step closer to Finished with Fred.