The day started out nicely. P made super breakfast sandwiches for us after being woken up by the sunlight coming in from the top of the yurt. He cooked the bacon first on the gas grill, then put the strips in between the bread. He dropped a raw egg in the middle of the bread, then closed the sandwich maker thing. We put it above the fire, and waited. It was perfect breakfast, indeed.
We spent the weekend with 7 friends in Maine. We rented 3 yurts. One for us (P, K-dog, and me), one for 5 people who wanted to stay together and save money, and one for another couple.
Fun night, dancing with Modeselektor….
Almost everybody gets their own individual office room, at my work place (a software development company). Those who have been with the company longer get to pick the rooms before others, so the newbies end up in the offices that are windowless. And this company is filled with old-timers. It’s quite normal for people to work there for 15, 20 years straight.
Two of this beautiful iPad cases (of different colors) came in the mail one day. One for each of us. P’s was 100% fine. Mine, not so much. Its iPad locking/unlocking mechanism was not working at all.
I am too lazy to try and take a nice and meaningful photo today.
So here is the photo of one of our shelves. The wooden figure is P’s. He found it in his old apartment when he moved in. I always wanted to have this, so I was happy that this came with P when he moved in.
When I was in Japan, over 20 years ago, I thought that inequality between men and women hardly ever existed in the U.S. I thought American people were so progressive that they would laugh at how behind Japanese culture was when it came to sexism.
I have lived in this country for a long time, and I can say with confidence that I was totally wrong.
Our pup is a fearful one. Our visit to the vet’s office this morning for the annual checkup/shots surely was stressful for him. In the waiting room where I shot the photo (on the right), he always refuses to stay on the floor like all other dogs. He insists on hopping up on the bench, sits very close to us, and freezes. It hasn’t changed since he was very little.
We met up with P’s friend at this park while walking our dog. The only purpose of meeting up was to let them (the friend and the pup) meet. Basically, we wanted to show her the dog. She complied because she liked dogs and happened to live near the park.
We talked about doing this before, but we always got to this park well after sunset. Showing our dog to the friend in the dark was not going to achieve the maximum cuteness effect. Today, I happened to come home a little earlier. The light was still out.
We arrived a bit earlier, so we stood around and waited. The pup was itching to run around, but I held the leash in place, while taking this shot.
I'm gonna tell you a story I'm gonna tell you about my town I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby Aww, it's all about my town Yeah, down by the river Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby) That's where you'll find me Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people) Well I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
While walking around a reservoir this afternoon, I saw a bright yellow round object in a tree. “What’s that??” I walked over and saw that it was a plastic egg stuck between two branches. While grabing it, I said “It’s an Easter Egg!”
It was last spring or early summer that we found out a coffee shop was opening in the space where an old auction house used to occupy. Because the place is practically right across the street from our place, and we do go get coffee every morning, we were very very excited. It was also not just any cafe. This was going to be run by people who already had established good reputations in the town next to ours, by taking the art and science of coffee very seriously and successfully.