06.19.2002 - 7:28 p.m.
The other day I discovered
a truly wonderful Asian market near our house. I bought all sorts
of sushi things: rice cooker, flying fish roe, nori, wasabi paste.
And so we made our first sushi rolls, using smoked salmon and
cucumber and radish sprouts. Yum!
We have had these baby birds
living in a nook of our carport ceiling. It seemed like just
out of the blue one day there was all this reep reep reep
noise and Mama Bird constantly flying in and out with food handouts.
They would go all crazy if JB or I walked in the carport - reep!reep!reep!
- and we would call out "Oh sorry! We have no worms!".
Then yesterday JB said he came home, walked through the carport,
and noticed there were 5 birdlets out on the lawn nearby. Now
when you listen to the nest you can only hear one lonely reep
coming out. One little bird left, waiting to conjure up the nerve
to go out into the world.
An electrician came out to
our house two days in a row to do some work. His name is Thomas.
He brought his dog, a Jack Rusell named Sparky. Sparky is a ball
of fun who would chase tennis balls endlessly, and I threw
balls until my arm ached and Sparky's tongue looked about a hundred
I ended up talking with Thomas
the second day. We chatted about yardwork and building add-ons
and how expensive everything could be. He mentioned having some
medical bills that kept him from doing some home upgrades. I
asked if he had been in an accident. He said no, he had been
battling cancer. Lymphoma. He had gone through chemotherapy and
radiation treatments just a year prior.
"Finally getting my hair
back," he said ruefully, touching his head. It was then
that I realized he wasn't a older man who was losing his hair,
he was a young man whose hair had been lost by chemicals. We
talked about his treatments, and how Sparky had come to mean
so much to him. "He's all I've got".
Thomas had to work through
the whole ordeal because his insurance wouldn't cover everything.
"Well, you just have to work with the cards you've been
dealt." He said he was really looking forward to having
a good summer. He's going to stay on Orcas Island for a week.
He's started getting into photography. "To make the moments
I hope they do. I hope he has
the best summer ever. And if you need any electrical work done
in Seattle, you let me know, because he did a great fucking job.
JB's brother Joe and JB's friend
Keith are coming to stay with us this weekend. The reason for
the visit is so the guys can all go scuba diving together, but
I'm ridiculously excited to show off the house. I mean, there
is an actual guest room. In the morning everyone can shower
in comfort instead of trying to share a tablespoon of hot water.
And JB can show off his new Bose speakers ("they go up to
The networks are really scraping
the bottom of the barrel lately, haven't they? Dog Eat Dog? American
Idol? Holy crap.
My office mate sometimes emails
me snarky little comments when she doesn't want someone to overhear.
June 19, 2002, at 12:50 PM, [Sundry's office-mate] wrote:
see the bleach marks all over his pants? I wonder how he gets
in them. I have never heard of anything like a pants-horn.
I've been trying to do the
jogging thing on a regular basis. (I'm dissatisfied with my midsection,
you see. My arms and legs are strong and have muscle tone, but
my...thorax is like Pillsbury dough. It seems like if
I were to radically improve my shape, the muscle-y parts of my
body would creep ever inward, leaving just a tiny band of blubber
before - blip! - it disappeared.) I lug a gym bag to and from
work, and some days I actually do put on my gear and hit the
The other day I decided to
jog in my neighborhood. Happily, there's lots of parks and things
in the area (actually, there is a wonderful trail system throughout
Bellevue that links each park all the way from Lake Sammamish
to Lake Washington), lots of places to get away from traffic.
I was kerhuffing along and
found myself heading down a hill. As the grade got steeper I
started gradually picking up speed. Soon I was just flying
along, taking these great ridiculous leaping strides. My feet
seemed to barely graze the ground, my arms flapped alarmingly.
Little white fluffs filled the air from nearby trees, and I ran
through what seemed like hundreds of tiny clouds. I felt about
5. It was amazing.
I wish running always felt
go back :::
06.14.02 - Who
are these giraffelike creatures and why are pants being designed
only for them?
06.10.2002 - Boredom
does not exist, and if it does, it is cloaked in something cute
from Restoration Hardware, ok?
06.06.2002 - Bangs
are not my hair's destiny.
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004