Next week, from Monday August 3rd to Friday August 7th, is Stories from the Community week on Wallyhood. That's right, all week, we're going to be running stories written by you, people from Wallingford. Why? Because we're going on vacation! Aaaanndddd....because from the beginning, it's been the goal of this blog to help people from the community get to know each other, to make us feel more like a community. And what better way to get to know each other than…
If you've been wondering what all those paintings that have been going up on telephone poles around Wallingford look like, Greg sent in a photo of one he recently spotted that we haven't shown before: a href="http://www.wallyhood.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/poleart.JPG"> On Wallingford Ave, between 36th and 37th.
At the risk of turning Wallyhood into the PNN (Park News Network), we share with you one more story today about park improvements around the 'hood, this one to the playground on the south end of the John Stanford school. The story starts off a bit like an after-school special: some years ago, a precocious 5th grader (as all the fifth graders at that school seem to be) approached the principal with a complaint: the playground was too small, and as…
Quick reminder: Senor Tyler is leading a clean-up posse tomorrow morning (Sunday) starting at 11 pm. Meet-up at Diva Espresso, where the establishment has promised free coffee to the crew. Full details in previous post.
In an attempt to add even more nosy neighbor awesomeness to our joint Wallingford - Green Lake garage sale map, the intrepid folks over at My Green Lake have added Open Houses to the map. View Wallingford / Green Lake Garage Sales & Open Houses in a larger map Apologies for not posting this last night. If you've got something you want to see listed here next week, drop us a line!
Happened by this wondrous bit of lawn art at 42nd and Corliss today. Mooskimo wonders whether there's a secret parade in the works? Midnight on the new moon, perhaps?
In years past, we propped the thin branches of our peach tree to prevent the fat balls of juicy fruit from snapping them. This year, what with the lack of rain, the thick thatch of grass around its base and our surfeit of neglect, we have only shriveled little hairy things growing, roughly the size of a dinosaur brain. This year may be lost, but in the hopes of saving our tree for next year, we took Nancy Merrill's advice, excavated…