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My Fortune

Flying Heritage Collection in Everett, Washington. Really great museum. Worth the effort if you’re in the area.

Last night we had takeout and there were three fortune cookies.

I took one and Bob took one. My fortune was, “You will soon receive an email of great importance.”

“That’s a stupid fortune. I don’t want it,” I said and I grabbed the third cookie.

My second fortune was, “Time heals all wounds. Keep your chin up.”

“That’s also a stupid fortune,” I said.

Bob said, “Sorry, I got the good one. A bold and dashing adventure is in your future within the year.” He gave it to me.

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Missing Object Anxiety

Bob and I both suffer from a condition we call Missing Object Anxiety. It mostly happens when you are on vacation and you compulsively check your pack or your pockets over and over for your room key, your wallet, your passport. Your room key, your wallet, your passport. Your room key, your wallet, your passport.

In its most extreme form, it causes a burst of panic where you are convinced that you’ve lost something and there is nothing more important right at that exact second than to stop everything and take every single item out of your pack or pockets until you find that item.

When I get over-extended like I have the past couple of weeks, my entire life starts to feel like a Missing Object Anxiety attack. It feels like there are things I’m missing but I can’t possibly stop and take everything out to release the stress so I remain in a state of hypervigilence, repeatedly checking my keys, my wallet, my cellphone. My keys, my wallet, my cellphone.

Our property taxes are due at the end of April but the bill comes, I think, in February. I put it in the place where I put all the bills I pay and wrote on it with big block letters with the due date. Plus I put a big note on the calendar in April that said property taxes were due. Meanwhile, several times over the last few weeks I’ve had these moments of hair-raising anxiety where I was certain I forgot to pay it.

One day I was checking my bank balance and I realized the check hadn’t cleared. Except later I also remembered that I hadn’t even written the dumb check yet. I finally transferred the money into the checking account and paid it so I could stop fretting about it.

Sometimes I wish I could take all my things and spread them out so I know it’s all there.

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Challah

Melissa Clark had this recipe on her website this week. It’s so pretty I had to try it. I didn’t do the braiding that she shows. I made two long strips and twisted them together. Mine looks good, too, although as usual I was doing too many things at once and it probably got a tad browner than it needed to. Tastes fantastic.

Don’t have time for the post I planned so instead I offer a conversation I had with my husband last week:

Him: Guess what? I got Henrietta Q. Wigglebottom to speak at my class!

Me: I don’t know who that is.

Him: You don’t know who that is? She’s the preeminent discoverer and inventor of some sort of random computery stuff that is completely amazing. How can you live with me and not know who that is?

Me: I don’t really listen to you.

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BIRTHDAY!

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Old Married People

Fifteen years ago I shacked up with this guy and I think it’s working out.

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Bob and Julian in Tent City

Bob and Julian in Tent City

This is Bob and his colleague, Julian, at Sasquatch last weekend. The weather was horrendous (by my standards, Bob said: you’re glad you’re not here) I said: sorry the weather is so bad. And Bob said: We’re having a GREAT time.

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Bob’s Secret

We got a coupon in the mail for free panties from Victoria’s Secret and it was addressed to Bob. Should I be worried?

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