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Well, the movie I
thought I was going to see last night was shifted last minute to tonight . . . Shobhit texted me right before 4:30:
The Emmys are on tonight? Oh, shit! I totally spaced that. And I can't miss the Emmy Awards—any televised awards show for things involving acting (movies, television, or both), I'm going to want to see.
I was even thinking I would hang out a bit longer than usual at the office because the movie was at the nearby SIFF Cinema at the Uptown on Lower Queen Anne, and the showtime was not until 5:15. Had I realized earlier that the Emmys were to be on (starting at 5 pm PST), I'd have left a bit earlier. As it was, because I got out of the office just
after 4:30, there was too much time left until the next #8 bus, so I walked up to Seattle Center to catch the Monorail—which pulled away just as I walked up, leaving me waiting there for fully ten minutes. Luckily the Light Rail train pulled up right as I arrived at the platform there at Westlake Center, but I then still had to walk home from Capitol Hill Station and I didn't arrive until 5:20.
This proved to work out just fine, though, mostly because Shobhit thankfully set the DVR to record it for me. Bizarrely, the playback insisted on stretching the picture no matter what picture mode I put the TV in, even though once I caught up and switched it to live, the picture was fine. What the hell is that about? I need to see if I can dig deeper into that.
Shobhit also had a Braeburn Board meeting last night, which still happens virtually. He was very courteous to me last night, as he even moved the laptop to the bedroom so I could watch the Emmys, which he then caught up on DVR after the meeting was done.
The telecast was . . . fine. Some of Kenan Thompson's bits were pretty good and some of them fell flat. All pretty par for the course for awards shows. None of the wins upset me and a lot of them delighted me, particularly for Director and Actor that
Squid Game won, making it the first non-English-language series to do so.
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What else can I tell you, then? Shobhit heated up a couple of dishes for dinner, and while he was in his meeting I fried up the frozen parathas to eat with them. When his meeting was done we basically switched rooms, as he ate dinner, finished one of his news programs and then went to the recording of the Emmy Awards.
I spent the next hour writing up a post I plan to share on Christopher's birthday, a sort of "liner notes" background information for the 15-minute tribute video I'll be sharing on his birthday, September 24: two Saturdays from now.
Oh, and shortly before I went to bed, I spoke on the phone briefly with Gabriel. I shared with him the news that Shobhit's mom will be coming to stay for a month or two. His reaction really underscored how, for some reason, I'm just not as anxious about this as I was the last times she stayed with us.
There are many reasons for this, but one of them only just occurred to me just now: when Shashi Ji stayed with us in 2006 and in 2008, that was before I ever had any long term roommates. I have now had many, with varying personalities. So I think I'm just more equipped to have someone staying with us for as many as eight weeks than I was fourteen and sixteen years ago, just out of sheer experience. It's true that she will still be a guest and not nearly as independent as a roommate would be, a lot of the "hosting" responsibilities will fall to Shobhit as both her son and as the person with a shared native language. Plus, I know two months is far longer than most Americans regard as standard or reasonable for guests to stay, but objectively speaking, two months isn't
that long. Whatever inconveniences this poses won't be for a particularly intolerable amount of time.
Besides, I'll be enjoying almost three weeks of time to myself directly beforehand. It feels like a fair trade. And just as I keep obsessively looking up things to do on our trip to Australia next year, I'm having the same kind of fun coming up with ideas of things to do with Shashi Ji. I'd love to take her to the gondola at Crystal Mountain, with its apparently stunning views of Mt. Rainier—I've never been there myself. Gabriel suggested the Seattle Great Wheel, which actually is a great idea; it didn't exist when she was last here. I don't think she was ever taken to the observatory at the Columbia Tower either, come to think of it. Shobhit did take her to the Space Needle, although even that was before the renovation.
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[posted 12:27 pm]
