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August 2018, Part II

I’ve mentioned that August was busy.

The week before my board of directors visit to consume a week of work is always busy with preparation work. This time, I was also solo dad, since KrisDi was in California for work.

The weekend in between, KrisDi and I went to New York City for a night for her birthday — basically just to see the Pietasters. The Pietasters are a band KrisDi introduced me to when I met her, that she’d been listening since at least college. They never made it big, but they toured with big bands and are well known within the subculture.

We took the redeye out on Friday, arrived Saturday morning, took the train into Manhattan and walked to the hotel. Then we went to breakfast at the Cook Shop, walked along the High Line (an interesting elevated park, converted from a former elevated train track), Ubered to Other Half (fantastic beer), went to El Mate for Brazilian/Argentinian (fantastic food), then Ubered again to the 9-11 memorial. Back to the hotel to check in and prepare, then Joe’s for pizza (it’s not bad, but give me deep dish any day), then finally to the show. After the show, we had a beer or two at the District Pub, and walked back to the hotel. I was shocked how many people were wandering around the street that late — enough to make walking through the street annoying.

The show itself was excellent. It was on a river cruise — I think the original venue was a boat named Lucille, with 100 tickets for sale, and it didn’t sell out. They moved us to a different boat that looked smaller. Of the people there, it seemed like about half were friends or family of the band. There was no opening band, and there was no space between the band and the crowd. The cruise was 3 hours, and they played the whole time (except for a ~20 minute break in the middle). I cannot name a single song they’ve ever released that they didn’t play. The singer would walk right into the dance floor and share the mike with audience members (including me). During the break, we talked to him for a bit and took the picture you see above (his name is Stephen Jackson). During the break, we also took some pictures of New York’s night time skylines. After the show, we talked to him again. We had already told him we flew in from Seattle; he asked us how long we were staying. “Uhh…just tonight. We’re going home tomorrow.” “You guys are crazy! I gotta get you some shirts or something!” So he gave us some shirts. It was the most fun I’ve ever had at a show. I just wish I had remembered to bring earplugs — my ears rang for days after.

The next morning…breakfast at Brooklyn Diner, which was very good. Then we went to Mamafuku Milk Bar and had sweets (KrisDi’s are better) and I got coffee. We walked around (probably past several dozen major tourist sites), then walked along the southwest edge of Central Park (I was surprised to discover how huge it is). We went to get bagels to bring with us on the plane. Then we checked out of the hotel and ubered to a liquor store in Newark to buy beer, and then to KrisDi’s internet mom friend’s daughter’s birthday party. We socialized awkwardly for a while, drank some beer, and then ubered to the airport.

The flight back was one of my worst flight experiences in my life. It was late to depart, which is annoying but not especially abnormal. The onboard entertainment system was broken, which is unusual but not an issue for me (since I never actually use it). The big problem came when I tried to sweep my bagel crumbs into the barf bag, and discovered by putting my hand in the bag to open it that someone had previously used it. I felt wetness, then I smelled vomit, and then I was in a big hurry to get to the bathroom to wash my hands and possibly vomit myself. “Please move, I need to get to the bathroom right now.” Dad experience helped me out — I felt hot and clammy, and while I was waiting for one of the bathrooms’ occupant to leave, I thought to myself, ‘When was the last time I had vomit on my hand? Oh yeah, that time Chilkat barfed right into my palm. This will be fine. It’ll wash off.’ And then I felt better. After I got into the bathroom and washed my hands, I talked to the flight attendants, who were suitably horrified by my story and gave me 10,000 miles and two whiskeys and told me to write to the airline — “This should never happen to anyone.” No shit!

All of this excitement was enabled by T’s willingness to watch the kids for ~48 hours. Thank you so much!

August marked the end of day care — forever. Chilkat and Chilkoot had to say goodbye for real to Miss K, the phenomenal teacher who has coincidentally followed Chilkat through every room in daycare, and is consequently closer to being family than acquaintance. We wanted to give her a more meaningful gift than a Starbucks gift card, so we put two things together and gave her a rather unusual gift (at least, probably unusual in terms of gifts from parents to a day care caretaker):
(1) Several years ago, after an unexpected and unpleasant breakup, the kids and I started telling Miss K, “Don’t worry, everything will be OK.” This continued ever since.
(2) She clearly likes tattoos. She has well over a dozen.

So we took her out to dinner on the last day, and offered to pay for a tattoo that said, “Everything will be OK” (or whatever she would like for a tattoo if she didn’t actually want that). She got the tattoo, and wouldn’t let us pay for it, but wants us to take her out for dinner again sometime. Which we definitely will.

KrisDi and I wanted to go to a Chinese dumpling place (Dough Zone), and we slyly got the kids to try new stuff. I was proud of them! And they liked it!

Then I went to Japan. This was an unusual trip for me, in that it actually interacted with Sales representatives (from around the world). I had a day of routine “what’s going on in the project and what do we need to do right now” discussions coupled with some unusual demos and topics. Then was planned a day of worldwide sales meetings about my system and systems like it, followed by a dinner/party for the whole group. After the party, I went out with two guys from the US sales group for more food and more beer, which turned out to be a terrible decision. We went back to the hotel about 2 AM, I slept through my alarm (4:30 AM) and missed the first 40 minutes of meetings the next day, felt horrible (physically and guilt-wise), and got much less out of the meetings on that day than I could have had I been a smart and responsible person and just gone back to the hotel after dinner. It’s hard to describe how terrible I felt and feel about this, even though that day was not of particular value to me, since it was all about systems and markets that are fundamentally pretty different than mine.

While I was in Japan, the kids had their piano recital. They dressed up nicely and looked especially cute. They also did pretty well, from the videos I saw.

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August, Part I

KrisDi and Chilkoot got haircuts. Both of them were cute before, and were still cute after. Chilkoot’s hair is a bit more manageable now. KrisDi and I had a chance to go to the Berliner Pub, a local German place. Their schnitzel was really good, but their schweinhaxe was disappointing. KrisDi went to Olympia to meet her internet friend for lunch and to hang out. I got Dad some some sweet socks for his birthday, and I got myself a matching pair.

KrisDi and I got to go see Weezer and the Pixies in White Center. We went to dinner at Geaux brewing’s new location, had a couple beers, filled a growler, and drank it in the parking lot outside the show. Once we got in, we paid $22 for a can of Sierra Nevada BFD ($2.29 retail). Both the Pixies and Weezer were cool. Weezer was more of a stage act, with set and costume changes and everything. It was a nice evening.

KrisDi went on a trip for work and left me with the kids. She ate barbecue and drank beer in Virginia, while I worked and watched kids. I took the kids to Chace’s Pancake Corral for breakfast one of the days, which was nice. On her way back, after she landed, she sat in the plane for an extra 1.5 hours or so due to the suicidal maniac that stole a plane.

The family’s big excitement for the first half of August was our camping trip to Steamboat Rock State Park. We learned on our drive out there that the park was under a burn ban, so the firewood and charcoal we packed for amusement and cooking were useless. We stopped at a hardware store on the way out and bought a little propane grill and some propane. When we got to the campsite, we had to set up our tent in a pretty stiff breeze, while smoke from nearby wildfires built up around us and KrisDi’s iPhone lit up with “emergency evacuation” notices. Camp hosts told us the fire was on the other side of the water, and if we really needed to leave, park rangers would come tell us. On the bright side, the smoke created pretty sunrises and provided a nice campfire smell since we weren’t allowed to actually burn anything.

This was our third annual attempt to watch the Perseid meteor shower. We finally succeeded — the kids each saw one or two meteors; the adults each saw 6-10. We also got to swim and play, and adopt Mr. Rocky, a rock I found underwater that Chilkat befriended and named. I refused to carry Mr. Rocky back to the campsite (very upsetting to Chilkat). Later, Chilkat convinced Chilkoot to help her bring it back — between the two of them, they rolled this ~30 pound rock ~0.5 miles (including up a sandy hill) back to the campsite. I agreed to take it home (it’s in our front yard now). I’m not terribly pleased with keeping the rock, but I’m proud of the kids for working together and persevering.

We had some camp food experiments that we had planned for the camp fire but had to figure out how to implement on a small grill instead. French toast (a whole loaf of bread with french toast liquid dumped on it, wrapped in tin foil, and put over heat), and grilled cheese / reuben sandwiches in sandwich presses.

Overall, it was a good camping trip. Overall, it was an exceptionally busy month.

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Blast from the Past

Arbitrarily decided to go back and upload pictures from March 2009.


  1. There are no pictures of kids.
  2. We looked so young.
  3. Our living room looks much more spacious without all of the extra crap.
  4. We apparently spent all of our time at Brouwer’s (I think we have pictures from three separate days).
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July Part II

The kids got Harry Potter pajamas. I’m not sure how necessary this was, but it happened and they like it.

We had a very busy day. Chilkat’s classmate / our neighbor R had his birthday party at Lake Sammamish in the morning. We swam in the lake, ate their food (including spam sushi, which was surprisingly tasty), walked around, got too much sun, etc. Then we drove straight to Tacoma for B False Alarm’s fifth birthday at Pump It Up. Then we went to Ruston and played in their fountain for a while, then straight home and to bed.

I worked on the new stove again, and I thought I tore my meniscus. I was lying on the floor on my left side, I stuck my right leg straight out, lifted up on my right foot and left hand, which was intended to be followed with bringing my left foot under my hip or thereabouts and coming to a standing position. Instead, there was an uncomfortable and unusual pop in my right (I have a variety of normal knee pops that are well known to me). Afterward, it hurt to put weight on my knee and it hurt more to take weight off my knee, and most forms of knee motion were uncomfortable or painful. Over the next few days, it wavered between hurting a lot and not hurting much at all. I got an MRI the next week, showing no damage. This didn’t make my knee stop hurting. About four weeks of limping later, it seemed to be fine.

We went to two of the White Sox games while they were in town (both of the games they lost). The first one was sans kids, which was nice. We drank beer and watched a game without being constantly annoyed by the kids. Plus there was fireworks afterward (not figurative). The second game was with the kids, and with E and A Dubs, and Big D. Chilkoot dragged me all around the park. “What’s that, Dad? Bum knee? Let’s exercise it on every god damn stair in the stadium!” Chilkat got a little science lesson — we sat down in the shade, and she was too cold (that’s why she’s wearing the four hats above). I showed her where on the field the edge of the shadow was, and told her the sunlight would move toward us, and when it got to us, she’d be nice and warm. So, she was marking positions and checking time against the earth’s rotation waiting for the sun to warm her up. After the game, Chilkoot got to run the bases, and I got to use my gigantic lens to take some cool pictures.

KrisDi got a sous vide device. Right now, we can’t remember exactly what it was, but it was probably a pork loin. It was delicious. Not sure how often she’ll use it, though.

For Chilkoot’s actual birthday, KrisDi took the day off and she and Big D took the kids to the zoo and to Gene Coulon Park. At the zoo, they picked up a big stuffed snake, which they then used to “scare” people by having it “hide” places where it would surprise people. “Hey Dad, go look by the couch…for no reason at all…” “Oh golly! A snake!” “HA HA HA HA”

Edit: Forgot to mention KrisDi’s and my work both had company picnics on the same day, basically back to back, with the same theme — luau. So KrisDi and the kids got dressed in themey clothes and went to hers, and then came up to mine. Did a little hula, ate some kahlua pork, played in the water. It was pretty amusing.

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July, Part I

I had guests in from my parent company for meetings over the week of the fourth of July. I took them to a brewery, and one of them split his head open on reentering my truck. Not serious, but bloody (scalp wounds). Got gauze from the brewery, and a bunch of paper towels. He used the paper towels to tie the gauze on the top of his head, and more paper towels to fashion something similar to a bandanna (this garnered some attention).

Independence Day occurred. My Japanese guests went to a Mariners game (they got free American flag cowboy hats, and not-free ballpark beers). We let the kids stay up late to try and see fireworks for the first time. They were exhausted (like a two minute dropoff to sleep when they finally went to bed). They got to see a tiny bit, and after we exhausted our supply of pop-its, we went to a neighbor’s, and the kids got sparklers for the first time.

Over the course of the day, KrisDi made ribs for dinner (surprisingly, so-so) and a pair of tarts for me to bring to my meetings. On the 5th, I went to more meetings and dinner with my guests, and KrisDi took the kids to the Family Fun Center.

The following weekend was rather busy. We went to a Polish festival on Saturday. It was busy, the food was good, but KrisDi could make any of it better (or P Dubs, in the case of poppy seed cake). The kids got their faces painted, and then we went and bought an expensive cooktop for a reasonable price, a new fridge for the garage, and a new dishwasher to replace the one that I expect to die soon. I spent the weekend removing old appliances and installing new ones.

Of course, Chilkat turned five this week. We had two birthday parties last weekend. KrisDi went overboard (oh my…such a surprise). She took the Thursday and Friday before as vacation days to prepare. For the most part, both of them went pretty well, except Chilkoot had a couple absolute meltdowns at his second one (at Pump It Up). He wanted to race Nana through an obstacle course first, but Chilkat got that honor. Consequently, Chilkoot screamed on the floor. I tried to reason with him (eyeroll). Basically, “So…it’s now impossible for you to do this first. Now, do you want to race Nana? Do something else fun? Or keep rolling around on the floor screaming.” Rolling around screaming on the floor it is.

I tapped out. Rather than creating a screaming spectacle in public, I told KrisDi that she could take over or I could take Chilkoot out of his own party. Later he also freaked out because his sister took off one of her layers of shirts (down to just a t-shirt). He didn’t wear layers, but he wanted to wear a t-shirt, too. Neglectfully, we had not brought one for him, so back on the floor screaming again it was. Of the ~40 minutes available to actually play on the pump it up stuff, he spent about 20 screaming instead of having fun. *shrug* Five year olds.

And finally…some media. First, a video. The Watermelons, Chilkat and Chilkoot’s new band, decided to “cover” (i.e. “lip sync”) the song Drinking the Night Away by the Mad Caddies.

And a story written by Chilkat. “The Weird, Sad Goldfish”

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