Jan
18
I started writing a very, very long blog entry about my love/hate relationship with comic strips and my detailed observations and opinions on every single one that appears in the daily Seattle Times, from Adam@Home to The Wizard of Id, like whether Frazz is a nice guy who would like us all to know that as a society we watch too much TV, eat too much junk, and don’t ride nearly enough bikes, or just kind of a judgmental douchebag, but about halfway through it occurred to me that 1) pointing out the unintentional humor of comic strips should be left to the people who can do it really, really well, 2) the fact that there are entire subsections of my brain dedicated to strips that I hate, yet know every single excruciating historical detail thereof (LUANNE) is both terrifying and probably explains why I can’t calculate a 15% tip without losing all feeling in the left side of my body, and 3) jesus, it was taking way too long. Suffice to say: I have strong feelings about comic strips, and I should maybe get over myself.
While I was busy deleting all that nonsense I also edited my last post to remove the story about our babysitter because I belatedly thought of the remote possibility that the wrong person might read it and somehow she’d end up getting in trouble at school, and man, that would be awful, so if you’re wondering what’s up with that, that’s what’s up with that. I often allow myself to forget the golden rule of blogging — which is, as you hopefully know, Always Assume The Person You Wish Wasn’t Reading Is — in order to write some of the things I want to write, otherwise I’ll get bogged down with worrying about whether or not I really want my coworkers to know I own a sex pillow (ha ha ha, TOO LATE NOW), but in doing so I sometimes forget that I’m not always writing just about myself and, you know, I should probably be careful where other people’s personal details are concerned.
Anyway, JB and I had a great date night this weekend (two battered, razor-scarred, bludgeoned thumbs up for The Wrestler), the kids love our babysitter, and her kids, who we just met, are super sweet and well-behaved. So I’m thinking that situation is going to work out nicely, and I can’t believe how nice it is to be able to get out of the house on our own. Have I mentioned this is our first babysitter EVER? Like, since Riley was born in 2005?
In other news, I’m really enjoying my little Canon, because without the ease of throwing it in my pocket whenever we leave the house, how would I have captured this lovely moment?
Why there was a Giant Sidewalk Dong, I do not know, but JB would like you to believe it is life-sized.
Jan
16
The fact that it’s actually dusk-dark out at 4:30 PM now instead of pitch black gives me hope that eventually these short, cold days will come to an end and once again we’ll be able to go for walks around the neighborhood and visit playgrounds and sit in the backyard and I don’t know, do anything other than rattle around our house during the post-dinner, pre-bedtime zone each day. Just about every evening there comes a time when Riley is running around yelling and Dylan is crawling around whining and everyone is kind of bored and cooped-up but there’s really nowhere to go and our house feels cramped and annoyingly full of clutter and I find myself thinking what a grind this all is, WOE.
Then eventually there are bedtimes and goodnight kisses and almost immediately my little battery light starts going booooooooop! on its way back to full charge. It is brief, my daily moment of anti-zen, but it has surely become a regular 6 PM occurrence, and I’m convinced the weather plays no small part in this shameful fleeing desire to jump in the car, abandon my family, and set up a new life in Cabo San Lucas.
I got a welcome taste of sunlight earlier when I met Ashley and her kids at Cougar Mountain Park, which is situated at a high enough elevation that the cloud cover spread all around us. It was like peering out the window of a plane:
Riley managed to trip and fall facefirst into the dirt about a thousand times while we were hiking around and spent the majority of the outing howling and/or whining, but despite his lack of enjoyment for the fresh air and blue skies it was a nice break from the unrelenting Januaryness of January.
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