Brittany and Nikki have stopped by tonight. I see Brittany only rarely, and Nikki’s appearances are rarer still, so it was nice to just sit on the couch and be sleepy while they talked. It seems like Nikki has a tendency to pull abstract notions from stories that people tell, and she would take a few seconds to arrange the words in her head before talking; you could almost see the thoughts coming into existence, like a cloud forming from vapor.
Here they’re looking over photos of Pearce’s bungee jump swing, one of several adventures Brittany and Pearce had in their journeys across New Zealand and Australia.
Laurel lit the first candles for Hanukkah tonight, and took a photo afterwards to send to her mother. We’ll be seeing her next week, and they’ll be lighting the menorah then as a complete family, but for now Laurel can still share little moments from afar.
We watched the candles go out tonight, first the shamash and then the candle far on the wing. As the latter faded, the shadow beneath it swelled suddenly, an unexpected growth of darkness that felt for just a moment like it would engulf the room.
I hear they have a fleet of menorahs in San Diego – a real festival of lights living in their home.
I have only this one quick snapshot, when Pearce put down his berries-and-granola to pick up the controller. I was so preoccupied the rest of the day – I need to be more attentive.
But this was a good evening; after work I was able to have Jacob over for some games, with no particular obligations to devour my time. Work is good – a bit tough getting everything under wraps, but I’ll get it – and it seems like, for the most part, I will be able to leave work at the office, and home life will be its own distinct entity. It’s a Mundane thing, but really rather exciting; now it is up to me to use my free time well.
warmth and creeks
The Haus porch is perhaps the Land of returns; Pearce has just come back from a month exploring New Zealand and Australia with Brittany. As soon as he arrived in Berkeley he set out to join us at the Haus, and had this spare few minutes with Mitch and Leyla before they departed. It’s good to have him back, though I’ll be leaving for a bit myself just a week from tomorrow.
We have ants in our apartment at the moment – not the ideal way to welcome Pearce back home. He was unperturbed, though, as he’s just come from a land of monsters, with massive ants eager to bite; our own visitors are rather innocuous in comparison. I might like to see those ants as well – but never in my own home.
I am perhaps not the most helpful furniture-assembly partner. As we pieced together one of Laurel’s new night stands, I wanted to get a shot of Laurel framed by the pieces, and left her holding the thing together for a moment longer than she expected.
Laurel’s good at making things, though, and it’s nice to be there with her for it – even if it’s some quotidian thing like a bit furniture that arrived in the mail.
I’ve been working at my new job for only two weeks now, but we’re already moving to a new space – the floor above, with higher ceilings and a better view of the city. To record a bit of history before leaving, we all marked our height on one of the walls. The floor will be remodeled soon, and most likely everything will be painted over; perhaps these lines will stay hidden under the new coat.
People often call me tall, but I’m used to seeing things from my particular vantage point; I tend to forget about my height unless someone calls it out.
You can’t argue with the statistics, though. I’m a total outlier.
Work has only just started, but I’ve been having a good time. My first bits of code are in the product now – I’m finally building something with people.
We were promised a tremendous downpour today, wind and rain fierce enough to shut down the schools, to scare people from going in to work. Storm of the Decade, I read, and was hoping for a real show.
I woke to find it raining, and it did continue to rain throughout the day, but I was a little disappointed to get all the way to work without having to struggle against the mightiest forces of Nature with every step.
I want to feel like the only thing keeping me from being crushed by the weight of the sky is my umbrella’s thin membrane. I want to be able to lean into the wind, carve ribbons in it with my fists as I trudge forwards. I want rivers to follow me to work, and for the trees to applaud us the entire way.
The weather here is always so mild. What a tremendous anti-problem to have.