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Tag Archives: Bob
Here’s No Tail, headed off to bed after a long night of searching for worms.
Bob and I went to see Kraftwerk on Friday. Bob mentioned he got tickets several times and he could invite someone else if I didn’t want to go but also it would be really cool. I finally said I would go and he was so excited because it was going to be really cool.
He was right.
Here’s the wiki on Kraftwerk. It’s an electronic band that formed in 1970 in Dusseldorf. They were way ahead of their time.
One of the original founders is still in the band. He’s 75! It’s hard to describe. The music is very Berlin-disco-rhythm-be-boop. But also an immersive 3-D visual show sort of like being trapped in a video game. And also these 4 guys lined up in front of their techno stations pressing buttons and sliders. Also during one part of the show: robots.
It was a great show. I’m so glad I went.
We haven’t been out together like that in who knows how long — we had dinner and walked around downtown.
I spend so much time downtown but so rarely on a Friday evening. It was … interesting. A little wild west down there.
This is from 2002 when Erin ran with the torch. Photo Credit: Aunt Aileen.
Today we are married 24 years. I’d post a more recent photo but I can’t find a good one right now.
Remember when my sister moved from San Francisco to Utah and I followed behind in her car?
My mini-break has come to an end. It was mostly nice but as it always is with time off, there’s never enough and it goes by too fast. I feel like I barely made a dent in the things I wanted to do.
I finally got to see both Wonder Woman and Guardians of the Galaxy #2 — I loved both. I expected to like them and I enjoyed way more than I expected. I saw them at the mall and I did some back to school type shopping. The trailer for the last Planet of the Apes movie was terrifying. Those movies are really good but hard to watch and confuse my loyalties. Geostorm looks ridiculous, like a whole bunch of terrible ideas were put in a blender and then Gerard Butler says: yeah, I’ll do it. There was a crazy pants Halo Top ice cream commercial that did not make me want to buy their product. I can’t find a link I’m willing to put up for that one.
Bob and I bought some plants for the backyard and dug. We did not heed the warning of the lady at the nursery and turns out she was right: the ground is hard as a rock at the end of the summer. We aborted our attempt to make new planting areas and moved some other plants so we could put them in the existed beds.
We lasted for about 45 minutes of cleaning the garage and made a half-hearted pile of trash and gave up. I’m sure we’ll be more in the mood another day. (No we won’t. Cleaning the garage is terrible.)
Another thing we did was gather up some cans of change (meaning coins) and take them to the credit union and trade it in for $$$ and then we went to the new Ilani casino that opened up north of here. It’s very pretty and if you like casinos, you will approve. I don’t hate casinos but once I had taken a lap of the building, I’d had enough.
My body was nice enough to wake me up between 5am and 6am every morning I had off except for the morning it let me sleep until 6:30am. How much you want to bet that does not happen tomorrow?
I’m not quite ready to write words yet but the outline is coming into shape.
Resetting: Book #3
Twenty one years ago today I married this burning hunk of love. We’re going to have a local adventure and walk around downtown and sample different food and beverages.
Photo credit: Aileen Wilder. Used w/o permission. hehe.
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.
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.
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.
Fifteen years ago I shacked up with this guy and I think it’s working out.
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.