Year 50 Day 53

My wife and I cuddled up on a couch.

Day 53: Had a nice uneventful Saturday, enjoyed a really good dinner out on our back deck, then curled up for a movie-and-champagne evening (Polite Society is delightful).

Year 50 Day 52

Me in my living room with an unimpressed expression, holding a plate of hot dogs, beans, and chips.

Day 52: The plan was to get dinner from Aguacateros, which has been our favorite local Mexican restaurant since we moved to this area. But when I got there, I discovered that at some point recently, they’d closed for good — signs down, windows papered over, the works. Really disappointing! So instead of really good Mexican food, we got a “what’s here and easy” meal of hot dogs, beans, and chips. (Admittedly, it wasn’t bad…just not what we’d planned on.) And now we need to find a new go-to Mexican restaurant!

Year 50 Day 51

Me wearing a black cap and black shirt with a pattern of green alien heads, standing near a herd of goats munching on undergrowth in a wooded area.

Day 51: Every spring the college rents a herd of goats (you’ve heard of goats, right? <rimshot>) to clear out the undergrowth around the trails and pond on the west side of campus. We got word yesterday that they were back, so I started off my lunch break by wandering down to say hello.

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Year 50 Day 50

A selfie of me, a 50-year-old white man, sitting in the driver's seat of my car, unsmiling, wearing a hat and sunglasses, not smiling, shot from slightly below.

Day 50: I’ve realized that, much to my chagrin, as an opinionated 50-year old white man, I need to update my profile picture across all social media to something more fitting. Because this is ‘Murica and it’s in the Constitution, right?

Year 50 Day 49

Me standing next to a bookcase; on the shelf beside me is a mannequin head with wavy brown hair wearing a pastel rainbow disposable face mask.

Day 49: Just hanging out with my wife’s Head, which I’m keeping displayed on a shelf in my work office. Just prior to the pandemic, a hairdresser’s dummy head mysteriously appeared in my wife’s faculty office on campus. When she moved to an administrative position at the college, the Head moved with her. Now that she’s moving back from administration to a tenure-track faculty position, she’s switching offices once again, and as she has the summer off, I get to babysit the Head until she can move into her new office. We’re pretty sure the Head is enjoying its change of scenery for the summer.

📚 Cyteen by C.J. Cherryh

29/2023 – ⭐⭐⭐ 1989 Hugo Best Novel

This one took me a while to get through, and it wasn’t really until the latter half of the book that I really started to feel like I was really getting invested in it. It’s dense, with a lot of the plot revolving around political maneuvering, cloning, and using psychological conditioning to educate, train, and mold the personalities of clones, as well as to influence and adjust both clones and non-clones throughout their lives. I often found myself reading just a few pages or sections at a time before setting it down, rather than just reading my way through. There’s a lot of in-depth, high-concept ideas in here — great if you’re into that kind of thing, but difficult if you’re not. (Right now, I appear to be somewhere in between those two extremes.)

Me holding Cyteen

Year 50 Day 48

Me standing in front of Olive Tree, a local Mediterranean restaurant.

Day 48: Today is our 21/10 anniversary — 21 years of knowing each other, 10 of marriage. We had a good short trip to celebrate yesterday, and we’re both a little tired today, so I’m making dinner…where “making” is defined as “going to pick up takeout from a favorite local restaurant”. It works!

Year 50 Day 47

My wife and I, smiling for a selfie in front of a painting of Wilbert Andell Anderson, depicted as a creepy-looking gaunt white man with a brown goatee wearing a blue t-shirt and backwards baseball cap and holding a fishing rod; his eyes are hooded and he has a slight smirk, as if he’s sizing you up and deciding he could easily dispose of you where you wouldn’t be found anytime soon.

Day 47: Tomorrow is our anniversary, so we decided to run off to the Bothell McMenamin’s for the night. We got to listen to some nice music from the courtyard, had a great meal at a local restaurant (not one of the ones here; none of their menus looked right to us for tonight, but The Cottage was excellent), and have some good chocolates and champagne in the room. The room on the whole is cute…except for the painting of this location’s namesake, Wilbert Andell Anderson, who looks like a creepy backwoods redneck badly cosplaying his just-discovered Viking ancestry, and who is staring directly at the bed.

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Year 50 Day 46

Me standing in a bookstore.

Day 46: Decided it was time for a little book shopping today, and we were both able to fill in a few gaps on our shelves. If you’re ever in the Kent, WA area, Page Turner Books gets a high recommendation from us. A cute local new and used bookstore, with a great focus on SF/F and a good selection of mysteries, so it’s able to satisfy both me and my wife.