Thanksgiving seems like a good post to end it on, so that will be the last day I put here on WordPress. I’ve built myself a new home for my photo-a-day project: you can check it out at http://kevinvognar.com/days. If you’d like to keep following along day by day, I’ve also made an RSS feed, so feel free to plug it into Feedly or whatever feed reader you use: http://kevinvognar.com/feed/?format=rss
I know I’ll probably be losing most of my readers by moving, but WordPress doesn’t work exactly how I’d like it to for this project; I’ve wanted to move to something else for a long time.
Thanks for following along this far. Take care of yourself, ok?
For the second year in a row, I’ve hosted Thanksgiving with my family. What that means, mind you, is that I surrendered my kitchen to Michaela and let her prepare a huge chunk of the meal, lending a hand to chop vegetables or fill a pot with water now and then. She made, I hear, I good turkey; I was sated with the baked veggies, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and mango-topped casserole.
I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated Thanksgiving with Dad, or even – to my memory – shared a meal with both him and Mom, so it was really nice that he made it over tonight, bearing two different kinds of pies. His company made the evening feel more whole than other Thanksgiving dinners have, and I was so used to celebrating each year without him that I didn’t realize how much of a difference it would make.
We ate well and have a generous supply of leftovers for the weekend. I hope your evening went sweetly as well.
light struck from the lemon tree
Three months in to our stay here, we are nearly completely moved in. A few small details remain, including the stacks of framed illustrations that have been sitting neglected for far too long. Several of them finally made it onto the walls today including these flying koi. They flew on the wall of Laurel’s room when I first met her, and have always been a dreamy sort of thing to see from a distance.
Giving color to the walls like this makes it feel more like home.
Jeff has one of those invincible old-fashioned mixing machines in his kitchen – the sort designed in the 50’s, built to survive the apocalypse. It made mixing our cookie dough more simple than I’ve ever known it to be; I’ve been making cookies with recipe since I was three or four years old, and it always took a long bout of wrestling with a bowl and wooden spoon to beat the dough into a smooth solution. The mechanical muscle of this thing gets the job done in just a few seconds. It felt a bit like cheating, but our delicious Charlie cookie came out just as well as we could have hoped for, so there’s no saying that machine-mixed cookies lack heart.
The mixer can be a little messy, though, so as the leaf-shaped beater spun around the bowl, Laurel and Jeff shielded the dough with their hands. Any stray bits fell to the ground, where Moose licked them up.
Afterwards we worked together with Jeff’s brother and Kristina to defuse bombs, and despite a few errant detonations we come out more or less triumphant.
It’s been a good night and we are up way too late, but this week is ours and we can enjoy it as we like.
A Laser Light Cannon grows in our back alley, waiting to defend our planet from whatever villains might descend from the sky. I passed it several times over the course of the day as we whittled down a mountain of dirty laundry that’s accumulated over the last couple weeks.
Laurel received a rejection email from the company she interviewed at on Friday. She was really excited about working there, and from her conversations with them it seemed like they were also really excited about her joining them as well, so it seemed like getting the ∆ob offer would only be a formality. The email was a typical featureless rejection, a thank-you-for-your-time without any explanation. After things seemed to be going so well, I think Laurel felt betrayed.
To keep her mind off things, we watched a lot of cartoons today – the same ones we’ve been watching for about as long as we’ve been together. They’ve both gotten to rather intense parts in the story, so we had lots of adventures to go through together this evening.
Laurel has a meeting about another job tomorrow. I hope this one gives her what she wants.
For a month or so I’ve been using an app called Fabulous, which is designed to help you set some daily habits you’d like to keep and encourages you to stick to them. I used it to set up a morning routine for myself: set some goals, exercise and stretch, free-write, shower for a less than atrocious length of time. It’s a nice little app, so I’ve stuck with it.
Earlier this week I was surprised by an email from the CEO of the company making Fabulous, which turns out to be a team of about three people. They happened to be in San Francisco and wanted to talk with people who actually used what they’ve built, so they invited a few of their users to a café today. It seemed like a strange sort of message to get; most software we use just feels like it falls out of the sky, with no faces attached to it, so I wasn’t sure how to respond.
But I’ve liked using their app and it’s good to put myself out to do things that might make me uncomfortable, so I went out to the city to meet these strangers. I’m glad I did, because they seemed earnestly interested in making something useful and in learning what needs to be improved, and only one guest besides myself actually showed up. We talked about design and motivation and threw around some ideas, and everyone was keen on continuing the discussion at the end of it.
A strange experience, and I suppose a very San Francisco one; it felt very unlike myself to go out to meet strangers like that. It’ll be interesting to see what else they make – I wonder how many others will shape their mornings with it.
pipes and creaks
Friends in three phases today:
Nerf in the park with Emily, Anton, Jeff and some of Emily’s newer friends, where I played the role of castle and timekeeper, since I am still slightly too sick to be running around like mad.
Coraline and games with Matt, Barbie, Laurel and Ruth. The movie felt different to watch this time than when I first saw it, which just enforces the fact that I am a different person now. It is still good, and the needly fingers of the Other Mother are just as piercing.
Leftover pie with Alina and Bob, who came by late in the evening after attending a pizza party which may have also been a wake. It wasn’t on the way home for them; they just made an extra effort to come out and say hello to us, and I love them for it.
Things are good. I feel perhaps 98% better. To bed, now, and let’s all have some adventurous dreams tonight.