The bambina is at a neighbor’s house watching The Goonies in the driveway with a bunch of other kids.
The bambina is at a neighbor’s house watching The Goonies in the driveway with a bunch of other kids.
The dude is off to his senior prom.
Tried to fix a problem with Mom’s email, and ended up on a 45-minute call with her ISP. Eventually achieved victory.
Getting my first new suit in … decades? Today: consulting on fabric and details, and measurements.
The kids marched in Portland’s Starlight Parade, so Meghan and I brought our moms down to watch. We all had a good time.
We stayed in the Alberta Arts District, where I’d never been — a super cool neighborhood.
Walked down to Gas Works via Green Lake, then to the U District, visiting Mom along the way: 22k steps, 11 miles, about 3h20m. Good weather for walking.
Finished reading Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan, and its accompanying novella “Ajax Penumbra 1969”. This was fun; it felt like a light Neal Stephenson novel, in length and intensity and depth, and earnest where Stephenson tends ironic.
The kids had their last band concert last night; Mom and Billie and Greg and one of his came along.
Meghan and the dude went shopping for his first suit: He chose a three-piece in plum.
The dude and the bambina marched in the Ballard parade this evening.
A coworker asked what season of Doctor Who they should start with, and I realized I’ve been training for this moment for my entire life.
Went to Bainbridge yesterday and visited Billie.
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The aurora is barely visible to the naked eye, but the phone camera picks it up nicely.
Finished reading The Long Earth by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter. A promising setup (what if people could step through an endless series of parallel Earths?) was let down by merely adequate writing and a very abrupt out-of-nowhere ending (that wasn’t really an ending at all but a setup for the next book). Glad I read this book; not sure if I’ll read the next.
This year, instead of juncos, we have wrens, not even an arm’s length from the door.