It has been rainy in Seattle. I am definitely not complaining given the pictures from Boston that all of my team members are sending me of snow drifts that are up to the windowsills, but it has been putting a little damper on my commute. As a refresher, my commute consists of two buses, so I spend a lot of time walking between buses, and consequently getting wet. Interestingly, and somewhat ironically, I had an cheap umbrella that I really liked from H&M that was black and had star constellations on it, but it is lost. Lost as in I have no idea where it is, but I have the vague idea that it should be somewhere. I keep meaning to look for it, but I only think of it when I’m outside and getting wet and don’t think of it at all as soon as I’m inside again. Maybe that will be a good weekend project.
In related news, I have a winter hat with an epic puff ball on the top. That has been keeping my head warm and dry during my commute with no umbrella, but I realized today that the puff is looking a little sad and bedraggled. At first I was confused. Everyone wears hats in the rain, right? The hat (puff included) must be designed to handle rain. But then it slowly dawned on me that I’m probably one of the few people who actually wears a puff hat in the rain. Most people use an umbrella in the rain and a puff hat in the snow. So I now have the disturbing feeling that I’m misusing the hat. Maybe it really is time to find the umbrella and retire the puff hat before I ruin it in the rain.
In other (somewhat weather-related) news, my next Boston trip is planned for the end of January. Fingers crossed their Bomb Cyclone finishes up and they get a (very) late Indian summer while I’m there. If I can avoid snow entirely, I’m all for that. However, I would be shocked if I’m that lucky. It is Boston in late January after all. 😉 Mike is likely going to China again in February as well, so it’ll be a few months of travel for us again. And I just finished using up my travel-sized container of contact solution. Time to get a new one!
Mike and I have been continuing our Nero Wolf evening habit. Most evenings we watch one episode, and they’re only 45 min, so they’re perfect bite-size chunks to watch. This weekend, though, we bit the bullet and went to the movie theater to see the new Star Wars movie. I was surprised how many people there were given that it opened a month ago. For some reason Star Wars just has a cult following of people. As usual, the story line was fairly interesting, although somehow it always feels a little deja vu (i.e. how is it that the Resistance never has any real ships or manpower and the Republic has millions of Storm Troopers and epic ships, but somehow the Resistance is never wiped out? But I guess if I’m looking for realistic scenarios, Star Wars probably isn’t the place to look. On the upside, the BB-8 droid was just as cute in this one as he was in the first one, and there was an addition of some adorable bird-like creatures called Porgs. I understand some people felt like the Porgs were annoying, but to me they were one thing that was actually new in the movie. And did I mention they were adorable?
On the way back from the movie, it completely randomly occurred to me that it had been a long time since I’d seen a spider in our house. For awhile after moving in, we were seeing some pretty big ones in the basement, and while I’m not terrified of spiders I’m really not a fan either and would strongly prefer they stayed outside. I voiced the thought to Mike that I hadn’t seen a spider in awhile, and he paused to think.
“Oh. I saw one like a week ago.”
“What? Really? Where? The basement?”
“No. The main floor.”
“Where on the main floor?”
“The dining room.”
“Was it a big spider?”
“Not the biggest one I’ve seen in the house, but it was pretty big.”
“Did you kill it??”
“No. It ran underneath something.”
I looked at him in disbelief. His eyes met mine.
“I shouldn’t have told you that, should I? It didn’t make your life better in any way.”
“Correct,” I told him emphatically. “You could have just stayed quiet when I was talking about spiders.”
“Yeah…” he said with a grin. “Somehow I always have the problem of telling you things I shouldn’t.”
As much as I appreciate his truthfulness, I really would have been fine with him withholding that particular bit of information. Now I get to sit on my computer in the dining room noticing each shadow and bit of fluff and wondering if there’s a spider ready to run across my bare feet.
In other news, I have been on a huge grapefruit kick. Maybe it’s just that citrus is in season in the winter and reminds me of summer and warmer, brighter days, but I have been eating one grapefruit a day. Hopefully there aren’t any health-related issues with eating too many grapefruit. If there are, I’ll let you know. I know of at least one non-health related problem with eating grapefruit. They are notoriously messy and seem to spray citrus juice everywhere. Short of eating one on a sea of paper towels, I’m not sure how to avoid getting the table all messy and having to clean it up afterwards.
Mike and I went out for a quick dinner at an Indian restaurant near our house after seeing Star Wars, and that was surprisingly relaxing. We really haven’t been going out for dinner much these days, so it felt like a treat. I had the spicy eggplant bhartha, and Mike had chicken tikka masala and some paneer-stuffed naan, which he said was pretty good.
On Sunday I woke up early to a bunch of rain. I met my running buddy at 7:30 for a run, and we went 14 miles, which is farther than we’ve gone in probably six months. Marathon training is beginning! The run went by surprisingly fast since we were catching up on our week’s, but those last couple of miles we were both waiting for the end. Those are always the toughest miles when starting to ramp up the mileage again. Next week is 16 miles, and then we drop back for a few weeks. That’s great since I’ll be in Boston one of those weeks anyway and would probably get lost if I attempted a 14 mile run in Boston. All of the streets there are confusing and meander in curvy S-shapes that leave even the most directionally-astute person somewhat turned around. And I am far from the most directionally astute person. In fact, on my last trip there, I got lost trying to find a boxing gym half a mile away from the hotel. Multiple times. And had to use the GPS on the phone to keep from wandering the streets of Boston all night.
I did a bunch of cooking on Sunday afternoon, singing along to songs on the Sonos speakers while I did so. Mike is so funny. There are some meals that he just loves, and one of them is shepherd’s pie. I made a shepherd’s pie on Sunday, and around 6pm Sunday evening I asked Mike if he was hungry for dinner, and he said not really. Then he wandered over to the kitchen where I had food cooling before sticking it in the fridge, and he spotted a shepherd’s pie I’d just made. His eyes lit up.
“Oh. And it’s ready now?”
“Can I have some?”
“Sure, but you said you weren’t hungry.”
“Well. I guess I could have some.”
He had some. Then he had seconds. And when he came home from work today and I told him I’d heat up dinner for him, he asked, “Is there any shepherd’s pie?”
So clearly at least that meal went over well. 🙂
The rest of the week has been getting back in the swing of work after the holidays! The days are still dark, but my coworker told me that we are gaining two minutes of daylight every day. At that rate, our July days should be pretty amazing. 😉
Happy Monday everyone!