Lately I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, or very early in the morning (Depending on my intention) thinking it smells like something. Generally that something is hot garbage. Kamel things I’m having a stroke. Maybe my nose is dreaming? Either way it’s a little unsettling and rather frustrating to think you smell something that no one else does. No fair.
The SF Giants won the world series again yesterday and I don’t really care because been there, done that, saw the parade, and they really aren’t my team. But lots of people love them, so that is fun. What I really keep thinking is why that bearded man left the team, the team that made him, and then guess what they win another championship and you aren’t there anymore. The part of sports where it is less about teamwork and more about you getting paid and/or some other vanity thing is confusing to me. The success of team sports relies on how well everyone can play together. I guess sometimes there are break out stars that carry it, but for the most part if you can’t anticipate your teammate’s actions and react accordingly, then you won’t be a very good team. But in professional sports there doesn’t seem to be much loyalty. That’s a weird side note in sports. “So and so was the hero of [enter team name here] but he only played with them for X seasons.” I want the romance of the lifers, the people who never leave a franchise and represent 1 city till the end. A group of guys thrown together because of circumstance who become brothers and then support each other through every up and down. I want a sports movie in real life.
Gabe has been enjoying snippets of this cartoon about an octopus named Oswald. It is an old(er) show, and we found it on amazon instant play. It is super weird. There is a flower that is basically a really tall skinny girl who is always on some sort of contraption instead of walking. Like a pogo stick, or a unicycle or something. There is a penguin who is super particular, collects spoons and has a hot chocolate every afternoon with 2 marshmallows, no more, no less. There is a butterfly who has a baby who is a larvae or a caterpillar, can’t tell, that she pushes around in a baby carriage. And Oswald the octopus has a dog who looks like a hot dog. But I really really enjoy the show. Oswald is the most patient, kind
person octopus I have ever experienced and the show has this really lovely pacing to it that makes me want to take a really lovely nap whenever it is on. Anyway, we’ve greatly reduced our TV watching but Gabe often requests it by saying “Otto-puss!” and that makes me love the show extra.
I’m doing something super dorky and I am equal parts proud and shy about it. So, everyone is always complaining about the winter weather in Seattle and it drives me crazy. 1) there is winter everywhere except for a few places and those don’t count 2) the seasons keep things interesting and 3) everything is so green and sparkly here because of the rain, CA should be so lucky – drought is a terrible terrible reality and we are fortunate not to have that issue right now. I also just really don’t believe it is that bad. Days are shorter, it is colder, and the weather is worse than in the summer, but how is that abnormal? So I’m tallying days from October 20th to April 20th. They go either in the grey, sunny, or partly cloudy category. So far there is a pretty even split between grey and partly cloudy as we have had a string of very coastal-esque rain storms roll in, which are fairly thrilling in their own right. So we’ll see what the winter reality is next spring. Weather nerrrrrd!