Six AM is less indimidating on the third try. I becomes ever-more-so acceptable when a fresh brewed pot of coffee is waiting in the kitchen after a brisk twenty minute dog walk around the short-loop of H***** park. To make things even better, I had found my temporarily missing thermo-mug , so the coffee stayed hot for hours rather than minutes, meaning I could sip as I checked my email, ironed my shirt, ate my breakfast, watched the news, and dressed after a hot shower. Checking the email was a minor glimmer of good news, as well. Two items, or one item — a letter from Karin’s folks who are visiting Pheonix, AZ until tomorrow, doing well, having fun, and contemplating retirement (apparently) — and the lack of another item, specifically any sort of “outbid” notification from ebay, sensing that the PDA I’m bidding on for use by Karin as a budget slash pocketbook, is still in my price range.
I left for work a few minutes early. The news was reporting on the hint of freezing rain south of the city, and I was feeling a little extra cautious. And, I worked.
I suppose, another rule about writing a log like this, especially in the realm of the digital and instantly-published, is that no one told me I could *not* edit. More importantly, I really deeply insist that (since it’s nearly impossible to remember to write every detail of the sketchy details of my existence as I’m writing them) I edit repeatedly and deeply, though within a set and defined framework each and every entry here. Perhaps one day I’ll be able to trot out a full, fleshed out account of my daily existence that will require no editorial instrusions, but for now the process seems to be more akin to a four or five step process of outlining, drafting, filling, and more filling. That framework, I’ve decided, comes with the idea of an editorial timeframe. For now at least, there will only be a mere seven days worth of entries displayed on the main page of the online version of this document. That’s one week, and that said, if it shows up on the front page it’s still open to editing. For the most part (with the exceptions of zero-access days, traveling, for example) everything I write will be modified, edited and polished as I see fit until they fall into an archive one week later. The purpose of explaining that, follows:
I was home at five, checked my email for a few interesting bits, and spent some time both writing and editing some of the entries here. In the email was one interesting item. To explain, a few bits of corespondence and voice calling had taken place. Karin, way back, had asked her friend Liz (who is living in the United States), who went to University with her, but who now works extensively with animals, for some advice on food for Sparkle. A day (and never) too late, she sent an extensive, researched, and interesting essay (bordering on a manifesto) about the right kind of food for dogs. Karin forwarded this to me, and shortly thereafter called my office to let me know she had, in fact, been inspired to finally call the vet and arrange a vet appointment to have Sparkle’s general health checked and to (gulp) have her spayed. The date was set for next Tuesday and (another gulp) we still didn’t have any of her vet records from the breeder whom we bought her from in August. I quickly sent off another request, and didn’t hear a peep all day — until, of course, I checked my email after work. Waiting in my GMail inbox was a scanned copy of her vaccination record and a reassurance that the originals would be in the courier by Friday.
I cooked Mushroom Quesadilla for dinner. It’s one of those recipes that has both simplicity and frequency here, but also a bit of a history. The first time Karin prepared the dish, shortly after we were married, I argued (to put it lightly) a little bit. Why? Well, to start, she prepped it as the main course and I thought it was only a side dish. After all, it was meatless, and at that point I was not at all accustomed to having my regular evening meal without some kind of meat. It seems a bit strange now, in light of my modern habits, but at the time it was a bit of a bone of contention. But the combination of mushrooms, onions, peppers, and cheese in a grilled tortilla quickly won me over, and we eat it quite regularly now. Karin’s aunt Adele, had given us some homemade salsa for Christmas. We thought we’d give it a try and it turns out that the Mushroom Quesadilla was the ideal opportunity.
Still in deep-recovery mode from the holiday-past, I once again found myself lulling in front of the computer in the office. Â In my defence, about a month ago we finally relented and “permanently” moved the laptop to the office, hooked to the 17″ LCD. Â Â For a few [years] we’ve been lap-topping the laptop, over-stimming as it were, using it at the television in a media-frenzied duality. Â That had to stop, and now the laptop is used in the office, close to a better monitor and the oft-used printer. I watched a couple more episodes of “Battlestar Galactica” in high quality divX video, downloaded a few weeks before from a BitTorrent. But I was bored after a short while and wound up back in front of the television near my wife and dog, having made some of the new Jalapeno-flavoured microwave popcorn, watching something not very memorable and feeding kernel after kernel to Sparkle. Â And that sort-of, really, rounded off the evening.