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13 January, 2018

MsS was first awake, we chatted a bit. Then she quickly had to go off to a party.

MrG and I went and got him a bigger viola, which coincidently has less scratches, so maybe he’ll like it more. He implies that he’s bored with orchestra, so we picked up a Suzuki book. And wow, the memories came flooding back to me. I saw the music for Dr. Suzuki’s “Perpetual Motion” and it is stuck my brain. I like Suzuki, focus on melody and rhythmic variation, and seems to easily build. Yup, I should’ve practice more when I was a child.

MrC and I spent some time reading.

MyBetterHalf is bummed the teams she was kinda-sorta wanting to win, lost.



12 January, 2018

tonight, my wonderful roommate from the long-long ago visited

Me, MyBetterHalf & ex-roommate watched “Bright” the Will Smith fantasy-buddy-cop movie

It was entertaining and fun

If you hear the phrase “We’re not in a prophecy, we’re in a stolen Toyota Corolla” and think, yeah, that sounds like a phrase I want to hear in a movie, I recommend. If that sounds just too cheezy, well, you’re right.

school lunch

9 January, 2018

so… I think the childrens will be buying their lunches at school this winter.
I mean, there’s something to be said about eating a hot lunch when it’s cold.



8 January, 2018

MsS and MrC were racing wind up turtles, on the floor, and in the water.

MrG was asking about high school.

OliverKitty was eating scraps of roast beef!


6 January, 2018

MrG and I cleaned his room,…we played a bit of “basketball” with the tiny over the door hoop his brother got him for Xmas.

I took MrC and his BFF to HomeDespot for a kids workshop. They are getting better, doing all the hammering, reading instructions, pulling crooked nails. I just helped stead the projects a bit.

MsS and her BFF hung out, then went to a smile event for GirlScouts.

The family took down the Xmas trees tonight.


5 January, 2018

You ever have a delusion? A memory that you know didn’t happen. Memory is a tricky thing, research on the reliability of eye witnesses says they are horrible.

I have a memory, summer afternoon rush hour, on the bus from down town to my apartment in the University District. Traffic on the I-5 bridge was slow. Stop and go. I saw a guy, get out of this car, pro’lly stalled, I thought, go around to the passenger side, pro’lly to get tool box, I thought. And the bus crept past. And my next memory is him jumping off the side of the bridge to the Ship Canal below. But I know I didn’t see it happen, because I also remember a woman behind me, at the back of the bus, scream “oh my God that man just jumped off the bridge” and kept screaming, and the bus driver stopped, got off the bus to check, shaking his head as he got back on the bus and called the event in. My seat drove past his car. I was probably reading. I don’t turn around on the bus, to watch some guy fix his car. But the movie my mind makes, includes a visual of him jumping.



4 January, 2018

In case I get killed by a tiger…I just want you to know that I love recently acquired The Woods by Sleater-Kinney.  …yeah…I’m only like twelve years late.

say ya wanna resolution 2018

3 January, 2018


Less news. Srsly. It doesn’t make me happier. It doesn’t change my mind on the vote. And I bet I could get way better analysis of current events reading a well written magazine (I’m looking at you Economist) once a week than listening to NPR on my commute.

More reading. Luckily, I got “Best American Mystery Writing 2017” and “Best American Sports Writing 2017” from MyBetterHalf. And of course there are the three bookshelves and boxes of books we have. Wait a minute. Maybe, get rid of some books. Nah, that’s crazy talk.

More writing. I almost broke my several year old PR of 87 days in a row with 83 days in a row this past Oct-Nov-Dec.


When Nobody Was Watching

29 December, 2017

Carli Lloyd’s “When Nobody Was Watching: My Hard-Fought Journey to the Top of the Soccer World

Hey Sportsfan, a quick and fun read.

One thing Ms Lloyd writes about, (and Tamika Catchings did too) is how dads sometimes try to keep coaching, even after the kid has surpassed them. (I wonder if Dell Curry still tries to give Steph Curry advice?)

Uh…advice… train harder. Even when you’ve been told you can’t make it at the next level.

Being Mortal

26 December, 2017

We assign Being Mortal – Atul Gawande to the med students. I figured I might as well give it a read. It’s a quick read, it’s an easy read, it’s a difficult topic, but one we as a society should think more about.

At first, really didn’t like looking to my future, where my body breaks down.
But, gave me a few things to think about:

  1. If time becomes short, what is most important to you?
  2. How much are you willing to go through to have a shot at being alive?
  3. What level of being alive is tolerable to you?
  4. What are my biggest fears & concerns?
  5. What goals are most important?
  6. What tradeoffs am I willing to make?
  7. What tradeoffs am I not willing to make?

Things I should think aboot while I’m healthy.

And, a conversation to have with the childrens, so that later in life, they don’t have to worry, “did we give up too soon, or did we prolong the suffering too long”, because they’ll have my thoughts on the matter.

There’s a philosophy in elderly care, to take a step back from “keep the patient alive at all costs” to let them enjoy their last days.

(Although, knowing my luck, I’ll be hit by a bus, because I’m being chased by a tiger.)