Busy weekend, it was. I spent much of it in various states of loopy induced by not keeping to a consistent sleep/wake cycle from my graveyard shifts during the week. I’m stupid that way.
Friday night saw the conclusion of The Great Sewing Project of 2007. I know next to nothing about sewing—I am about as handicraft-capable as a lobotomized crayfish—so instead I cooked. Waved pieces of chicken over open flame, mashed potatoes with garlic, mixed up a little salad, all in the manner of the cavemen of eons past. Except I also had beer.
Later, I met my friend Matt for Southlake Grill’s late-night happy hour. That stretched into rather a deep philosophical discussion about the meaning(s) of life and a range of other topics I don’t remember clearly because I was stoned.
Katharine and Julie Anne had made plans for Saturday to visit Heather, the woman who is going to do the finishing work on their sewing project, at her place of business on Bainbridge Island. So Saturday turned into an entertaining full day of mini-road trip, ferry rides, new restaurants to which we definitely will be returning, and a quiet evening at home by myself. First Saturday night I was back at home by 19:00 in... well, I don’t even know how many weeks.
We took the Seattle-to-Bainbridge ferry, the 13:05 sailing from Seattle’s Colman Dock at Pier 52. Got there about half hour early, had to wait in line. Katharine was zonked because she’d gotten only a few hours’ sleep, combo of a very late arrival at home and an early page from work (those on-call weekends can be absolute killers), so she slept in the back seat while Julie Anne and I chattered and looked at our maps and waited for the signal to drive onto the ferry. The ride itself was, as usual, uneventful, though we did take a few photos (1, 2). It was a bit of a chilly day on the water but the sun was out and when we found shelter from the breeze, it was spectacular.
We arrived at the Bainbridge ferry terminal right on time, made our exit in the usual orderly manner, and drove about 10 miles north to Quilt or Dye!, where the proprietor Heather needed about 40 minutes to pick Julie Anne’s brain about the details of the project so she’d know how to finish things appropriately. I stood toward the back and examined the long-arm sewing machine rather meticulously because while I have absolutely no sewing skill beyond reattaching loose buttons, and that somewhat badly, the exotic machinery available to craftspersons nowadays just amazes me. Also I had no contributions to make because there was no stove nor grill in sight.
The project discussed and the details worked out, we drove south again toward the Winslow area of Bainbridge and Harbour Public House, a charming little pub right on the water and next to what looked like some spectacular condos (or a very nice hotel). Harbour has maybe 15 tables total, so we had to wait 10 minutes or so, but we quite enjoyed it. Delicious appetizer, Irish Pub Nachos, which were french fries with cheese and olives and sour cream and guacamole and salsa, so all three of us had some of our faves (potatoes for Kat, nachos for Julie Anne and me) and we had a couple of pints as well. The nachos did me in but Julie Anne and Kat each had the Pub B.L.T. sandwich as well, and I nibbled at bits of bacon and a couple bites of the tasty whole-wheat sourdough bread.
Our three-hour lunch finished, we returned to wait for the ferry back to Seattle, and once we were back on the mainland we all went our separate ways. I was home around 19:00 and enjoyed a quiet evening at home for the first time in quite a while.
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I spent much of Sunday sorting through some boxes and old clothes in preparation for the move I’m making in two weeks. I was also doing laundry, I had no clean clothes (save for the ones I was sorting to donate), and about noon I was seized by the idea that it was about damned time I merged my PDA’s calendar history database back into the current database so I’d have nearly 8 years of records—27,000 items—readily available to me for the inevitable times I’m with family or friends and someone asks “Now when was it that such-and-such happened?” and I can just whip out The Brain and give the details down to how many pints I had. (Though that only for the last couple years.)
I was expecting a massive pile of hideousness à la my attempt to switch from Palm Desktop to Mac OS X Sync Services last year, but this was much easier. The biggest problem was the 1200 duplicate events I had to filter through after Palm Desktop finished the data-file merge; the actual sync operation, which I was afraid would take an hour or more and would probably fail a few times, required less than 15 minutes and went flawlessly. About 120 duplicated items I need to clear up over the next however long, but I now have my 27K datebook events and about 1500 contacts and 9,000 memos and who knows what else all on my little Treo 700p just waiting for me to look them up at will.
I celebrated this success by finishing another load of laundry and then taking a nap Sunday night, which served mainly to make me loopier when I arrived at the office. I imagine I’ll sleep very well Monday afternoon.