I step away to refresh my coffee . . . .

In the middle of a lingering rainstorm, Yahoo’s weather data keep telling me it’s cloudy.

Reminds me of another rainy day back in June:

Yay more rain. Or as Yahoo! calls it, fair weather.
— Don Nunn (@donnunn) June 26, 2013

Centerpieces and other decor like this is how you tell you’re near the waterfront in most Seattle-area restaurants.

Gerald Raymond “Jerry” Nunn
1946–2013

My father died last week. Not entirely unexpectedly—he had some recent serious health problems—but it was still a shock to get the call the morning of August 8 that he had died the day before.

This is the story of three different men, all of them my father, each living a distinctly different part of one life.

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Forty years ago today at 09:23 MDT, Julie Anne joined the world with a yowl, and the world blinked at the sudden arrival of this brightest of lights in its midst.

Forty years on, the light’s brighter still.

Happy 40th birthday, Jewells!

Look, even the kitchen calendar is getting in on the act.

Everyone, go pester Jewells with birthday wishes at her various online haunts:

What better way to start the day?

A pint of Amber Ale from Red Rock Brewing Company, the first brewpub I ever visited.

Headed home from Kingston.

There’s an iguana just outside the frame on the car deck (lower left). Bit of a surreal moment there.

On our way to Port Townsend for a whale-watching cruise.

Game starts and everyone abandons the pub :-(

Club-level seat for my first game of the Mariners’ 2013 season.

Here’s from the top of section 234:

And here from my seat 9 on row 1.

First pint of the season of Pyramid’s Curve Ball blonde ale.

Cheers!

Somehow I have received almost 6 emails each minute since I left work Friday afternoon.

???(!)

The tap runs dry and the sign gets pushed to a corner.

We attended the sentencing hearing for the perpetrator of a burglary in October. Needed a bit of a break afterward.

Left to right:

My own MacBook Pro. It started coming to work with me a few months ago.
My older work laptop, a Dell Vostro something or other. It’s connected to the dual widescreen monitors.
My new work laptop, an HP Envy dv7. Hoping to have it fully configured and switched as my main work machine by this afternoon.

Oh, iPad App Store. You tempt me with your round badge and then you fail, repeatedly, to deliver.

I managed to get hold of Katharine’s phone, but she lunged to retrieve it within a couple of seconds.

And then the camera went off:

(Source hardly matters on a chill morning)

This morning in the cafe I arrived at the cash register with my meal card to pay for breakfast. I’ve done this hundreds of times, it’s in no way remarkable.

Then my brain kicked in. Or maybe it tripped, or cramped.

The friendly cashier tallied up my purchases. “That will be seven dollars,” he said. It’s always seven dollars, the particular combination of items I’ve chosen over the last couple of weeks. We marveled, again, like we have for the last five or six visits, how isn’t it amazing that it always comes out to an even dollar amount?

So I swiped my meal card, knowing I probably didn’t have quite enough cash value to cover the purchase, and sure enough I was short. “You owe $3.73,” the cashier said.

That’s when the brain kick/trip/cramp started. I fished out my wallet, opened it, saw I had a single bill, and the first thought that flashed through my head was:

Oh shit, I only have a five.

Somehow I managed not to blurt this aloud. I think the part of my brain that was stumbling over the math was also being slapped by the other part of my brain that prevented my mouth from moving and made me just reach out, jerkily, to offer the bill to the cashier, who took it as if nothing was wrong.

If only he’d seen the briefly colossal battle inside my head.

They’re dicking with beloved tradition!

It really shouldn’t be possible to say, without lying, “I’ve been up for 6 hours” at 10:45 on a Sunday
— Don Nunn (@donnunn) November 25, 2012

France vs. Washington state in 10 ounces of liquid goodness.

Walked into the kitchen, found warm-beveragy goodness. And free apps!

Sun peeks out just before it sets.

Amid the rivalry of the purple-vs.-orange crowd, we are united by the glow of dozens of mobile devices all being used to find updates on a common subject: