June 6th, 2020


There's a restaurant that's kind of an upscale sports bar on the corner by my house. They have really good hamburgers but I don't love eating there - too loud. At the very beginning of the pandemic they said they were going to fashion up some take out situation but quickly killed that idea. Then yesterday, they opened up as an out door + take out pizza place! I did not see the announcement until after dinner.

Because I'm high risk, the rules say no pizza for me but, I'm thinking I might just risk it. I could DoorDash it, but seriously, the place is on the corner. If I were a decent pitcher, I could hit it with a rock from my terrace. I can mask up and go pick it up and bring it home. Maybe tonight.

Wonder why we, here in the US take out food and in the UK they take it away. Elevator/lift, Tomaaaato, tomahto.

Somebody here on LJ, not long ago, expressed amusement not long ago at my love of spreadsheets. I was thinking about that person last night as I spent the evening plotting a crochet (blanket) project into a spreadsheet. (the nums are the sizes of the squares in inches)

Isn't it pretty? It was memorizing to build.

Here it is in actual crochet. Mine will not be exactly like this, but, close.

The big plans for today are pretty much to take the garbage and recycling down to the dumpsters in the garage. I could have taken it all this morning on my way out to walk but I decided a second trip might be more fun. The excitement of every day here never really ends.

I think I'll get today started with a shower.


Long long ago food trucks were popping up in LA. I thought it was a fab idea. I heard about a guy and his friend here who was trying to get one going. It was about 2005ish. I followed then on Twitter, I think and found out where the truck would be and went and got myself a wonderful cheeseburger. But then the city found out about them and they had no food truck rules so they had to make some and Josh and Seth had to jump through hoops but they'd always end up somewhere and make me my delicious cheeseburger (extra rare, please).

Then Josh opened a brick and mortar restaurant that I used to love. They pissed me off last year so not so much love now. And then he bought a bunch of other restaurants and then he got sued by employees and had to sell some of them to settle. He kept two, though. One is Quality Athletics - the one on the corner - and Seth is the chef who runs it.

This is where the pizza place popped up last week. Their instagram said they would be open Tues-Sun noon-9. So I went over at noon to get a pizza to go. The place was locked up tight. I came home and went to that instagram post and said that I had been there where the hell was the pizza????

I got a reply in 20 minutes "@seattle.susandennis ahh shit!! Susan. so sorry for that! we are still getting our ducks in a row! Can we make it up to you and buy you a pizza on us for that inconvenience? Let us know when you could make it back and we’d like to treat you. so sorry again." I said I'd love to pick up a pepperoni to go at 4:30. And whoever is staffing the account replied "@seattle.susandennis you got it! will be ready. ! thank you for understanding! (and we remember you from skillet days. 😉)."

Very flattering and hilarious. I have no idea, really who 'we' is. I've never actually formally met either Josh or Seth. And only know their names from reading about food in Seattle.

Regardless, I'll take a free pizza. And, I know it will be a delicious pizza.

Paying for pizza

I watched a movie this afternoon and skipped my last half mile on the treadmill. (Blow the Man Down on Amazon Prime has a great cast. Nice little movie.)

I showed up at 4:30 and they said it would be 15 more minutes. I was not happy but figured it was karma. So I walked around the block for .73 miles and when I got back, my pizza was ready.


It was so so so good. It was exactly the kind of pizza I love. It was a huge pie so there is plenty for the freezer and still enough in the fridge for tomorrow.

And I now have my 2 miles for today. Victory is mine.