November 23rd, 2017


I spend most holidays like I spend most days - on my own, entertaining myself, happy and content. I do not go out of my way to find other people to do holiday things with. Just no interest.

However, I will lie about it whenever I want. When people I don't know well ask what I'm doing for Thanksgiving, I tell them I'm spending it with friends. My house cleaner asked me yesterday. Had I told her the truth, she would have felt compelled to invite me to her house. As it was, she felt very good that I was appropriately taken care of by others.

I did the same with the building manager and the very nice clerk at Goodwill yesterday.

On Mother's Day, if I'm out and about, random people will tell me "Happy Mother's Day!". I've never been anyone's mother. But, pointing that out to these people would only make them feel awkward and/or regretful. So I smile and with gratitude for their thoughtfulness say, thank you.

I actually don't really even consider this lying. It's really more common courtesy.

But, meanwhile... I'm trying to be thankful that the gym/pool is open today and not be annoyed that it doesn't open until 8. I'm thinking about actually doing something special after. I'm thinking about taking myself over to 13 Coins for one of their giant bloody marys and a nice brunch. (13 Coins is the fabulous restaurant that is moving to this neighborhood in January.) I might change my mind but that's what I'm thinking now.

I've still got an hour before time to leave for the pool. I'm still in bed. I feel like I should get up and do something productive with this hour but, I think I'll just play a game on my phone instead.

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Delicious cooking smells

No turkey here but I am baking a batch of chex mix and OMG does it smell delicious. House perfume. The best kind.

The pool was packed for a while but it appears that all the swimmers arrived at 8 and by 9:15 there was only an aqua fitness class and 3 empty lanes. I did learn from a gym old timer that the only day the gym is closed is Christmas day. All other holidays are 8-3. I can live with that.

I went from the pool across town to 13 Coins. It seemed like the restaurant was in a different city. I think the last time I was at 13 Coins it was the one near the airport and before that it was after dark.

Every inch of real estate that you can see from there is different. Buildings gone, new buildings sprung up, some roads are no longer there and there are new ones. It's amazing. And jarring. The restaurant is the last man standing and it's scheduled to stand no more in January.

It was my first Seattle restaurant. My friend, John, came up from California to help me unpack boxes. We worked like dogs and then John said 'shower up, we're going for a treat'. John had lived here before and knew the poop, so I just went with it.

He took me to 13 Coins. Almost exactly 26 years ago. He died about 13 years ago. As I stood there this morning in front looking around, I realized how little of what I was looking at was there 26 years ago. Very very little. Wild. I'm not sad about it. That neighborhood is going to be amazing in a whole new way. But I will not recognize any of it once 13 Coins is gone. I was really glad I went one more time.

And the food was delicious. So good.

Today is another not great breathing day. I had one a couple of weeks ago and I'm not happy to have another. I've been lucky that my COPD symptoms have been so mild for so long and I honestly wouldn't mind if that streak last longer. I've started tracking it and, hopefully, just doing that will cut down on the number of bad days. Murphy's Law.

Last night I slept two hours longer than normal and slept really well. And then, when I got home from the restaurant, I slept for an hour and a half. I didn't feel great when I woke up but I think that was just a day sleeping hangover. I do not like naps. I feel better now. I think I'll finish up the ears on my monster.

I was so ahead of the game until...

I was actually kind of disappointed that there was really nothing I needed or wanted and so I couldn't really participate in the Thanksgiving sales. In fact, this morning, I decided that I did not want the Echo Spot I ordered. It was supposed to have been shipped on December 19 and I ordered it originally just to get a place in line while I decided. I decided today that I wanted the $125 instead so I canceled the order.

So good. So proud. And then...

I saw on Reddit that Amazon had a fabulous serger on sale for a ridiculous price. I've always wanted a serger but I have no place to put one. But this price. What if I got a case for it and kept it in the case. Oh wait, there's a case that will work for it and my sewing machine both. So one in the case, one on the table. But, now I need cone thread.

So, yeah, my $125 is gone along with an additional $60. I could still send it back when it gets here next week. But, we all know that ain't gonna happen.

So, yep, cliches are us. Doing my bit for the economy. Yer welcome.