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here comes the rain again - The Literary Exhibitionist
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here comes the rain again
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01172017-01


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You know how you can click and drag after highlighting several cells in excel, and then fill the next connecting cells with the same information? Sometimes I think that's what Pacific Northwest weather forecasters do for the last few days in any seven-day forecast.

When I looked at the extended forecast on my weather app at the beginning of the week, it showed all days as either partly sunny or cloudy and dry. This morning? Every single day for the next week now shows clouds and rain. They really should just stop doing forecast for more than, say, four or five days out. I swear that by the time the sixth and seventh -- or tenth! -- day of the extended forecast gets here, the forecast for those days is always wildly different.

So anyway. I had to use my umbrella on my way to work for the first time all week this morning. And according to my app now, I'll need my umbrella every day until at least two Sundays from now. Fifty bucks says it stops raining by Tuesday.

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I woke up at, like, 4:55 this morning. I stayed in bed until 5:05 just so the cats wouldn't get any ideas. They weren't even on the bed when I woke up, anyway. They stayed out on the couch with Shobhit when I went to bed, so I didn't see them when I fell asleep either. What the hell, cats! And here Shobhit's been bitching for weeks that they cling to me and not to him. Well, I guess the tides are changing!

I could hardly believe how chill they were both being this morning, actually. They did come in and sit on the counter with me while I got ready in the bathroom as usual, at least. But even when I was about to leave for work and fed them, they weren't as frazzled about it as they usually are. I don't know what their deal was. It's weird when you get annoyed by pets' behavior but when they suddenly start acting in what is an otherwise preferable way, it makes you suspicious. Is something wrong? It's like when you have kids and they're being weirdly quiet.

I wasn't able to read my library book on the bus I caught after walking downtown this morning. Bryan from the office was also early today, so even though I got there earlier than usual, he and I still wound up riding the same bus from Pine to Lower Queen Anne. I had to chat with him instead of reading. I suppose that wasn't so terrible.

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When Laney and Jessica were over for dinner last Saturday, I brought my base station that plays my iPod from the bathroom out into the living room so I could play music, and I put on The Very Best of Supertramp. And now I'm on this huge Supertramp kick this week, going through their entire catalog. I even discovered they put out an album called Free as a Bird in 1987, which I wasn't even aware of, even though I have the album they put out ten years after that, Some Things Never Change. How did I not know this? Free As a Bird is very eighties-pop as compared to all their other stuff so it does set apart in that way, but still, I found it online yesterday and rather like it.

I often think of Sherri when I listen to Supertramp. She told me back in the nineties that they were her favorite band when she was a teenager. "For me they were like Madonna is for you," she said. I've always liked them a lot but I don't listen to them often. And their lesser known albums, I'm finding this week, are each rather good even in their own right. It's not all about Crime of the Century and Breakfast in America, damn it! Although of course those two are still by a long shot their best.

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08282016-42


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Anyone ten years or more older than I am, no doubt, knows about the famous television miniseries Sybil, starring a 30-year-old (but looking much younger) Sally Field. It aired the year I was born, apparently: 1976. I remember Mom talking about it when I was a teenager. I had never seen it, and finally got it from Netflix. I watched it last night. I was a two-parter, so combined it was three hours and six minutes long.

Shobhit watched about five minutes of the beginning, which in my opinion is not near enough time to give something a real chance, and declared, "I have a feeling I'll find this boring." He proceeded to watch news show clips on his laptop using his headphones. But you know what? The pacing was not nearly as slow as you'd expect from a miniseries. I was really impressed, actually.

When it was over, Shobhit asked if it was good, and I said I liked it a lot. "So would you give it a B+ or an A-?" he asked. I said I wasn't sure. After further reflection, the only way I feel I can answer that is contextual: from the vantage point of 2017, I'd say B+. That's hugely impressive for a television miniseries from 1976. You would never expect a miniseries on regular network television today to be that good. But from the vantage point of 1976? Definitely an A-. In fact, I thought a lot about how the vast majority of the movie was just two female leads alone in a room together. Think about how seldom you see that today, and then consider this was done in 1976. And the performances were top notch. Sally Fields's Emmy was well deserved.

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Anyway. Watching that movie took up the bulk of my evening. And it was after doing a little bit of shopping right after work. Shobhit walked from home and we met at Pike Place Market, where we spontaneously decided to use one of my Chinook Book coupons for Honest Biscuits: free side and a free coffee or tea with the purchase of a sandwich. Shobhit ordered "the vegetarian" and I really thought we were getting biscuits and gravy. Instead, we got a sandwich. It was still surprisingly good, I thought.

And dense. Even having only half the sandwich, which was a lot of biscuit-y bread but far from huge, and having half the cheesy side dish we had ("Pimento Cheese" because they were out of the Three Cheese Grits), I never got hungry again. That sufficed as my dinner, although Shobhit had two more sandwiches later at home. That would be why his weight was up again this morning, but mine was down for the third day in a row. Yay me! Let's hope I can keep this trend going.

We felt a little bad because we walked up literally at 5:00, which was their closing time, it turned out. But they were still willing to let us order, although they said Shobhit's coffee would have to be "pour-over" as they weren't going to brew a new pot of coffee. Shobhit said that was fine. And we ate at the counter just outside their entrance so as not to dirty up their area while they were closing.

It counts as eating out, though, so Shobhit will get his point on the next Social Review for it, which made him happy. I wasn't going to give him one just for walking home from work with me after stopping at Target, which was where we went next. And he didn't want to walk home, but I did, so he took a bus and I did not.

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