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Not much of note to report on today—as per usual on a Tuesday.
I spent the evening at home last night, an hour of it on a Zoom call for the annual General Meeting of the Braeburn Condos homeowners association. This was the third year in a row they held it virtually, and we really could have done this one in person, but they probably scheduled it well before they knew for certain that would be the case. I do miss the refreshments we typically got from in-person meetings, but that's about all I miss from them. Those things tended to last two to three hours, and mercifully, the Zoom meeting last night lasted barely more than an hour. For once, we had a meeting that did not bore me to tears.
There was even hardly any residents present who irritated the shit out of me! There was just one guy who kept going on too long when the meeting needed to continue, but even that was relatively brief.
The meeting was at 6:00 and I took the Monorail and Light Rail home to get home in roughly forty minutes. That gave me time to make a quick dinner, for the second night in a row a cheese-bread-roll sandwich with Beecher's cheese curd and basil with an over-easy egg. I'm making things like this because otherwise the bread and the cheese will go bad; I've got stuff in the fridge that is largely past pull date. Even the regular milk Shobhit usually gets from Costco has a sell-by date of March 13, which means what's left will sour soon; it's the sole reason I also made myself chai last night, because I want to use as much of it up as I can before it goes bad.
The eggs probably will last longer more easily. But, rather than just forget about them before they also go bad, I now have only one of those left. I kind of forgot how challenging it can be to cook for only one rather than two, especially when I wind up with leftovers of one thing when I still haven't run out of leftovers of a previous thing. I should probably start working through some of the stuff in the freezer too, because Deep Indian Kitchen Naan Pizzas are on sale at PCC right now and I need to buy a bunch before the end of the month, and I'll need extra space in the freezer for them.
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After the meeting, I got online with Shobhit from Delhi for a bit. He had to get off for a minute because he was arguing with his mother, clearly deeply frustrated with her. He later told me about how she wants things just done her way and she keeps coming back and repeating the same thing over and over to her. I said, "Shobhit. That's
exactly what you do to me, all the time!" He chuckled and said, "I guess you know where I get it from then."
The battery got super low on my iPad so we disconnected. I worked on a playlist of songs that for one reason or another remind me of Sherri. This one was a challenge, and I managed to stretch it out to 12 tracks by filling it with at least three tracks by Supertramp—her favorite band when she was young. I also had texted her who the band was that sang the song she named Angel after, so if she ever happens to read this post, she'll now know why. It's called "You Are My Special Angel" by The Vogues, from 1968. There are others who sang the song but that's the one I put into my "Sherri" playlist. I wanted another song for Gina too, and there's not a lot of songs with "Gina" in the title. But, I found one called "Gina" by Johnny Mathis, from 1962.
I did try to find a song called "Sherri," but all the songs I found that could possibly find had the name spelled wrong. For instance, the 1962 song by The Four Seasons is spelled "Sherry," which as far as I'm concerned disqualifies it. I found this very annoying. There's a Billy Idol song from 2005 called "Sherri," with the correct spelling, but the song is dull. So, no song called "Sherri." I did find a lovely instrumental track called "The Back Road to Enumclaw," though, and I included that since she was born in Enumclaw.
I wonder if Sherri would ever be interested in hearing this playlist. It should be noted that it's all songs that remind me of her, and not necessarily songs she would like (although the vast majority of them, she would). I included the 1992 song "Good Stuff" by the B-52s because she bought that CD for me during my summer visit in Olympia that year. She never really cared much for the song though. Also, I never made a playlist for Mom until after she died, and Sherri is still alive, but I'm still including "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC because she joked she wants that played at her funeral and that always cracked me up.
Probably a few more tracks will get added over time. It only just occurred to me as I write this that I should see if there are any good songs about stepmothers. If there are, that could be a good addition.
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[posted 12:27 pm]
