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Looks like we're back to drizzly rain today. My weather app now shows rain in Seattle today, tomorrow, Sunday and Monday. I've been obsessively checking the forecast for Victoria, and at the very least, it's comforting to know that city gets far less rain on average than Seattle
or Vancouver, B.C.—probably due to the "rain shadow" from the Olympic Mountains. These things always change regularly, but today at least, my weather app shows rain in Victoria today and tomorrow—but merely partly or mostly cloudy from Saturday through Wednesday. Given that we're headed to Victoria Sunday through Wednesday, that works for me!
I've been continuing to maintain my excitement about this trip, which is fun. I love the very process of looking forward to a trip, as well as all the research on things to do. Even if it did rain, it would be slightly disappointing but I don't think I would care that much. I'm used to rain, of course, and I can make the most of it. It will be nice to have an outdoor Happy Hour with Laney at Volunteer Park without getting wet on Saturday, though.
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I rode my bike home yesterday—probably my last chance to bike to work this week—and after feeding the cats as well as Cassie next door, I then used my limited time to put the
Trans Pride socks from work into an envelope for Tess.
I actually thought I would look for the socks just to buy for her. I am delighted by this "Pride gift" PCC has given to all staff for Pride Month, and love the inclusion of the Trans Pride colors. (Amusingly, in our item maintenance system, their respective descriptions are "Gay Pride Pops" and "Trans Pops," because the pride flag colors are on pictures of popsicles.) As employees here at the office, we can each "sign out" just one pair each, with any unclaimed by July 1 being "donated."
I really wanted to send Tess a pair of the "Trans Pops," though. And I certainly didn't want to wait until July 1—but, movement in the system was showing them only at some stores, not including Central District, so I asked Tracy, who had been involved in this whole sock thing, about it. She thought they were supposed to be in all stores, and suggested I ask HBC Merchandiser Steven, but he had already left for the day. But, then Tracy did me a real solid: she signed out a pair of the Trans Pops socks for herself, and then just gave the pair to me. How nice of her!
So, once I got home, I stuffed the pair of socks into a letter sized envelope, wrapped in a sheet of paper with just "Happy Pride" written on it, and put Gabriel's address on the envelope. I was barely able to get it flat enough to fit in the outgoing mail slot when I left. I put five stamps on it, which I can only hope was enough. Presumably it will each their house sometime early next week, if not on Saturday. The post office is such a shit show I don't have much hope for anything happening quickly. But, next week is still early enough in Pride Month so whatever.
Now, just to get real for a moment: Tess is fourteen years old. I have no illusions about whether she'll be pleased with the random arrival of socks with "Trans Pride" popsicles on them. She might be delighted; she might think they're dumb. You truly never know with a fourteen-year-old, and with that understanding, I'm totally cool with any reaction. She doesn't have to like them. Although of course I hope she does.
Anyway, I dropped the socks in the outgoing mail on my way out to PCC Central District to meet with Shobhit, who drove straight from work so we could do a bit of shopping. We got a lot more than I expected, as I only went for a replacement bottle of Wellness pills and the member deal of a free pound of organic strawberries. Shobhit found the Chameleon Cold Brew coffee concentrate on sale, though, so he got four 32oz bottles. And three different cheeses from the Deli. And a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese which were also on sale. It wasn't that many things and still, even after the sales and deals, I spent $72.
Then we came home, baked pizza for dinner (which turned out fabulous), and I went to the bedroom to watch two episodes of
The Staircase on HBO Max. I'm pretty well convinced that Michael Peterson killed his wife, and that this "owl theory" is a symptom of desperation on the part of people who want to believe he was innocent. He clearly did not get a fair trial, that is something I can also agree with. But just because someone did not get a fair trial does not automatically mean they are innocent.
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[posted 12:19 pm]
