First weekend living in the City of Seattle, and it’s been happenin’. Cases in point:
Friday saw a late-morning Comcast installation. Second installation attempt in this apartment, in fact. The first one last Sunday came crashing to a halt when the technician couldn’t find a cable with a live signal, but he was kinda sorta sure the cable that went into the house from the line outside the patio door was the live signal. But the outlets inside the apartment, nothing.
Friday’s technician, as he wired up the living-room cable outlet, had a few choice words for Sunday’s technician. Friday’s technician also attempted to route the signal through the wall into the bedroom, but the wiring there is either an endless loop or sub-standard, because the signal drops off to nothing about four feet along the line. So no signal in the bedroom yet, I need to slap the management into doing the wiring. Or get a half-inch bit and do some drillin’.
Friday night brought dinner with Julie Anne’s brother Dave, sister-in-law Kristen, and nephew John for John’s first birthday. I grilled chicken (following a garlic/white wine/lemon juice marinade), and Julie Anne made rice pilaf and steamed green beans. Chocolate cake for the birthday boy, though he ended up having ice cream only, a new taste treat for him.
I hadn’t slept since Thursday night so by about 21:30 Friday I was absurdly loopy. Went to bed an hour later and I didn’t even twitch for 12 hours.
I spent several hours Saturday unpacking books and various other domestic organization tasks. Somehow I have what seems like 4,000 more books in Seattle than I did when I left Mill Creek, so I had to get three more bookshelves and now the books have invaded my bedroom in addition to being scattered about the living room.
Didn’t seem like we had all that many boxes of books when we carted all the stuff in here last weekend, but the unpacking will take another six weeks at the rate they’re reproducing.
Julie Anne asked me to help her put together her new desk last night. We got to Step 6 of the 28-step illustrated instruction manual when I managed to shear the head off one of the major load-bearing screws, which brought us to an instant halt. Their toll-free help line isn’t staffed all the time, of course, so she has to wait until Monday to order a replacement because they also don’t include extras.
So we went to Rock Bottom to play pool instead.
Played nine games, six of which I won. Not by skill, mind you. Most of them involved scratches of one kind or another, a couple involved decent shots that were actually intended. Had a couple pints of Faller Wheat, my fave brew at the downtown location, and we shared the nachos with guacamole and sour cream. Good stuff.
Spent a couple hours at my friend Matt’s house last night, sipping a Smirnoff Ice malt beverage while we talked and watched his cat Buddha chase bottle caps around. First time I’d ever had a Smirnoff malt beverage but I was plenty secure in my masculinity as I sipped at what amounted to a mildly alcoholic lemonade.
And today I’ve been enjoying a beautiful spring day on my patio, and I made a trip to the grocery store a couple hours ago—Fred Meyer in Ballard is busy on sunny Sunday afternoons—and then I locked Flex in the coat closet when I got home, because I was putting the plastic grocery bags in the storage bin. Plaintive mewing an hour later and now he’s out and happy once more, while I try to figure out what to do with myself for the six hours remaining before my Monday shift starts.
Happy Sunday. :-)