Someday
Sunday, August 5 2007
23:30
Decided to sleep in a bit this morning instead of heading across the lake. In the afternoon, went up to Ballard for a walkthrough of the new place, this being the official "find things that need fixing or touchups" stage, and also some orientation about the appliances, flooring, countertops, etc. They still have a lot to do in the building. My place is short a couple cabinets, a mirror, some lights, and the finishing touches. Today we marked off about a gazillion places that need overspray cleaned off, or dents that need some fixing, etc. Only a couple major things – large gaps in the bamboo floor slats in one spot, and one cabinet door that was scratched enough to warrant just replacing. That took a couple hours. It was good though to finally get in there again and get a feel for the space, now with more of the stuff in place, and not as much junk in the way. Still no real idea how I'm going to arrange things, or what I'm going to do with the "den".
Afterwards, went to a local Indian place for dinner with Carrie. Had a nice relaxed meal there, catching up on things. Ended up going into a lot of detail about Kim and all that. Carrie went through a lot of different reactions as different parts of the story came out. In the end I think she was a bit bewildered, but also definitely ribbed me for my behavior.
Back in April I decided to let go of it, because I wasn't apparently able to do anything about it but drive myself nuts, and that wouldn't do anybody any good. But I can't help but wonder now if that's just giving up. I can tell myself I haven't given up, but. . .
Actually yesterday we had two guests at the guitar circle, I forgot to mention Pablo. But he's an old friend so it didn't feel like he was a "guest" per se. He, Meli, and Theo were in town for a couple of days. Good to see them. Pablo came out to lunch with some of us afterwards. Theo is almost two now, last time I saw him he was only a few days old. They are still happy in Vancouver; they've talked a bit about moving back to Argentina, but probably not any time soon. Curt made the obligatory "why don't you move to Seattle?" question, but given the cost of living here these days, probably not an option.
Friday night – on the way home, took a detour up Harbor ave. Stopped to sit on the pier and watch the sunset for a bit. The shadow of the Olympics crossed half the sky as the sun's glow faded.
music: Talking Heads - Stop Making Sense
23:30
Decided to sleep in a bit this morning instead of heading across the lake. In the afternoon, went up to Ballard for a walkthrough of the new place, this being the official "find things that need fixing or touchups" stage, and also some orientation about the appliances, flooring, countertops, etc. They still have a lot to do in the building. My place is short a couple cabinets, a mirror, some lights, and the finishing touches. Today we marked off about a gazillion places that need overspray cleaned off, or dents that need some fixing, etc. Only a couple major things – large gaps in the bamboo floor slats in one spot, and one cabinet door that was scratched enough to warrant just replacing. That took a couple hours. It was good though to finally get in there again and get a feel for the space, now with more of the stuff in place, and not as much junk in the way. Still no real idea how I'm going to arrange things, or what I'm going to do with the "den".
Afterwards, went to a local Indian place for dinner with Carrie. Had a nice relaxed meal there, catching up on things. Ended up going into a lot of detail about Kim and all that. Carrie went through a lot of different reactions as different parts of the story came out. In the end I think she was a bit bewildered, but also definitely ribbed me for my behavior.
Back in April I decided to let go of it, because I wasn't apparently able to do anything about it but drive myself nuts, and that wouldn't do anybody any good. But I can't help but wonder now if that's just giving up. I can tell myself I haven't given up, but. . .
Actually yesterday we had two guests at the guitar circle, I forgot to mention Pablo. But he's an old friend so it didn't feel like he was a "guest" per se. He, Meli, and Theo were in town for a couple of days. Good to see them. Pablo came out to lunch with some of us afterwards. Theo is almost two now, last time I saw him he was only a few days old. They are still happy in Vancouver; they've talked a bit about moving back to Argentina, but probably not any time soon. Curt made the obligatory "why don't you move to Seattle?" question, but given the cost of living here these days, probably not an option.
Friday night – on the way home, took a detour up Harbor ave. Stopped to sit on the pier and watch the sunset for a bit. The shadow of the Olympics crossed half the sky as the sun's glow faded.
music: Talking Heads - Stop Making Sense
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