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residual aches and pains - The Literary Exhibitionist
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Saturday, with it being the historic Women's March on Washington and Seattle and countless other cities across the nation and around the world, was a big day. Yesterday, not quite so much. I even only barely saw Ivan, very briefly, yesterday -- because I took myself to an early showing of a movie. I did see him for a few minutes on Saturday afternoon while I was in the middle of processing the photos of the march. He came home with some posters for his room that he was very excited to share. I even overheard him talking to Shobhit, asking where I was. When Shobhit said I was in the bedroom, Ivan said, "What's he doing in there? Playing with himself?" Sometimes his attempts at jokes are a little forced. Then -- and this is rather unusual -- he actually called out to me. Just because he wanted to show me his posters.

He'd gone to the U District to shop for them while Shobhit and I were marching. Ivan said he did think he should have been part of the march but then he slept in. I don't particularly blame him for that when he works swing shift and typically doesn't go to bed until at least 2 a.m. (Also: he never votes, which is irksome. And I find it doubly irksome when people march who didn't even fucking vote. His excuse to us was that the electoral college meant his vote made no difference anyway, which is not really an excuse I accept -- and people should fucking pay attention to local issues and people on their ballots as well anyway. Okay, off my soap box!)

The posters were pretty cool, in any case. Until this, he had only the stars and moon stickers that glow in the dark that he stuck all over his wall and ceiling a week or two ago -- they do look very cool in the dark -- and the upside-down dead rose hanging from the wall above the head of his bed, which was actually left there by Tommy. I mentioned it to Ivan when I was in his room looking at the posters on Saturday afternoon, and he said he actually liked it and that's why he hadn't taken it down. "It represents the pain in my heart," he said. He's fond of saying shit like that, which is an example of how he can be a walking set of contradictions. In his eagerness to share his new posters, I also said to him, "You seem to be in an unusually good mood today." His reply? "What do you mean? I'm always in a good mood!" Uh huh.

He'd gotten two somewhat thin, vertical posters to hang on both sides of his bedroom door, even asking if I was all right with him hanging the one on the outside. Of course it was fine. He mentioned the couple of things he'd hung up when he lived with me in 2014, but it wasn't nearly as much as this; this feels much more like him settling in and making the place his home, which actually pleases me. He had three other full-sized posters for the walls inside the room, two of them flanking that black rose.

He left later for most of the evening that day, perhaps on a date. Shobhit and I watched the final two episodes of the Netflix season of Lemony Snicket's a Series of Unfortunate Events. The actual author of the books on which they're based, Daniel Handler, actually wrote the scripts, I learned from his recent guest spot on Wait Wait Don't Tell Me. I did think the show did a pretty good job of capturing the tone of the books, although I still find Neil Patrick Harris's performance as Count Olaf a bit overdone and distracting. I do like the child actors. I never thought the books themselves were quite as special as others seemed to, though, and thus the series was about as good. It was an amusing enough distraction. Eight episodes felt about right, for now.

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Anyway, Ivan had picked up another extra shift yesterday, and I took myself to see The Founder downtown at the 10:40 showing. Shobhit came and met me when the movie ended and we had the rest of the day to ourselves.

Shobhit wanted to stop by Pike Place Market and walk home with me, to get himself another point on the next Social Review. I'm beginning to reach my limit with his obsession with that, and told him so. I'm seriously sick of hearing him mention it every fucking time we do anything, and continuing to try and find ways to cheat my long-established rules about it. Like, he'll try and convince me that just picking me up and driving me home from somewhere should count as social activity. Um, no. And besides, there has never been any good reason for him to obsess over it because now that he's moved back home he's guaranteed to be at the top of the next list by default.

The movie was okay. Fairly well made, except for the fact that it's about a douche bag who got ahead by being a douche bag. We just watched that play out in the last election cycle, which was frankly more than enough. I now know how McDonald's became the disgusting behemoth it is today, in any event.

Shobhit got to Pacific Place maybe five minutes before the movie ended, and we walked over to Beecher's at the Market to get our cheese curd samples. We walked over to Victor Steinbrueck Park, his favorite spot in Seattle; and to Cost Plus World Market, where we got some shot bottles of booze. We went to two or three other places just to look at menus because he remembered seeing them either in the Chinook Book or on the Groupon app -- his obsession with coupons being another thing I am quickly tiring of. We walked back home. I wrote my review. I had some dinner. When I realized the book I needed to pick up at the library was on its last day of pickup availability, we went on another walk: to the library.

My legs were very sore yesterday and continue to be today, thanks to all the walking I did in Saturday. Why my legs are so sore and Shobhit's aren't, when we walked the same amount on Saturday, escapes me. It's painful every time I just get out of my god damned chair.

Presumably it'll get better after my legs start getting used to the marches I'll inevitably be participating in again.

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positive energy please