Tonight’s kitchen victory: huli huli chicken, first time using the grill this year.
After evicting the huge spider from the house, I had a half-finger of scotch.
Went with Mom, Meghan, and the bambina to Magnuson Park.
Mowed the lawn, first time this year.
Finished reading The Steerswoman by Rosemary Kirstein. A kind of a fantasy novel about a group of (mostly) women who gather and share knowledge, and a group of (mostly) men who hoard it, this feels like the kind of story that a younger Ursula K. Le Guin might have written.
Finished reading The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey. I read it compulsively, but it was really hard, about sexism and abuse and surviving them. It didn’t help that the protagonist — or at least the narrator, maybe she’s not the protagonist — is not especially likeable. I’m glad I read this, but I can’t easily recommend it.
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted here. All is well.
Finished reading Saving Time by Jenny Odell. I read it slowly and sporadically, as I do with a lot of nonfiction, and I’m not sure what to make of it. There seem to be some deep insights about how we perceive time and how parts of it are a social construction, along with digressions about labor and inequity that Odell manages to pull back to the main topic, along with bits that feel a little too woo-woo for me.
Walked from Northgate to tonight’s game at Nathan’s: 17k steps, nine miles, 3⅓ hours (including a bit of indecision at Chuck’s).