August 31st, 2016

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Every once in a while, I fire up a new audiobook and I get hooked within 5 minutes. I finished one on Monday that turned out to be a slog. I didn't even finish the last 5 minutes because I was just over it. I didn't care who done it or why or how.

Last night, I started a new book that sucked me in immediately and, so far, some of the phrasing and passages have had me rewinding and listening again because they were so delicious. The author described the feeling this guy got when he logged into his networked game as 'coming home to a family that misses him greatly'. The book is 12 hours long and if this keeps up, I'll still be reading it when I'm 80. It's billed as a mother/son psychodrama so I was completely caught off guard by its delicious humor. The Nix

I'm currently just past an hour in so maybe it will all turn to shit but I seriously doubt it.

The pool today was busy. That's how I knew it was Wednesday. There were a few new faces. Lately we've been seeing a lot of one-timers. People come, swim for 15-20 mins and never come back. I get that. Swimming is not like the treadmill or kettleballs.

Today is house cleaner day. And the ballgame is at 11. The Mariners keep losing and so do I. They are losing ballgames and I am losing interest. Usually by this time I've pretty much checked out already. They could still salvage the season but I'm not holding my breath.

I'm thinking about going out to dinner tonight. There's a kind of fancy-ish place across the street that is semi new. I've never been there. There is a major construction project going on at the back of their building. The project has generated a lot of noise and massive dust and some street closures. It's all on the other side of this building from me so has not really had any kind of impact on me. But as a Please Pardon Our Dust gift, the contractor gave every unit in this building a $100 gift card to the Inter Mezzo. Cool, eh?! It's one of those refillables so you don't have to use it all at once. Very cool. Tonight there is no baseball game for me to watch, no football or soccer game at the stadium (so all 'hood restaurants would be crowded), it's not a weekend (so I would not be taking up valuable date nite space)... it seems like the perfect time to test drive the gift card.

Now I think I'll go make a doll before the game starts.


I was raised in muggy. My memory says my Summers (which ran from the end of April to the beginning of November) were filled with 100/100 days (100 degrees with 100% humidity) and, of course, no air conditioning. We finally did move into a house with air conditioning when I was 16. HEAVEN.

One of the many shocking things about moving to Seattle was no humidity. I live 2 blocks from a body of water so big that gynomous ships live and work there. And this is Seattle. So. Rain.

But, it is rarely humid. You can leave a saltine cracker on the counter for a week and it will still crunch when you bite into it*. When I was a kid, you had to eat your saltines before your soup or they would be soggy by the time you got to them. (*Also downtown on the 4th floor, bugs are very rare, thankyoujeasus.)

So on the rare days when it is humid, like today, it feels like the air is a wash cloth soaked in warm water. But, it's not bad. Not bad enough even to turn on the air conditioner. Just not invigorating. And the sewing room isn't that much fun.

The Mariners lost big. Really, horribly, embarrassingly, devastatingly big. The only good news is that they don't play again until Friday.

The latest...

Now, that was a treat

I changed into non-schlub clothes and non-sandals and walked the block up to the place which is really a bar, not a restaurant. But it is a lovely, classy, upscale, luxury bar. It was busy but not too busy and I found a nice table where I could see everything. It was very comfortable.

I ordered a whiskey sour straight up. The cute but very formal waiter asked me if I wanted the 'traditional with egg whites' and I was delighted. YES! It was perfectly made and delicious. I sipped on it and perused the crowd and just wallowed in the loveliness of enjoying such a place.

My father taught me how to do that. Enjoy luxury when you find it. It's not something I want all the time. But once in a while, it's just lovely. It's also kind also kind of a special treat to enjoy it alone. Kudos, too, to the place and the staff for making my solo experience so nice. (I have dined alone in very nice places that clearly were dismayed at my solo-icity.)

I had steak tartare which was excellent.

And then I wandered home. I will do that again. And, delightfully, my gift card will pay for 2 more times!