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Should I start with yesterday?
It snowed! I mean . . . sort of. It
did snow, and it even accumulated—for a couple of hours. The forecast high was 38° so when I noticed it snowing at 9:30 a.m., I knew to assume it would not last. I took the above video clip at 9:34. Laney texted me a couple of even briefer videos she took from her sixth-floor window facing west from Pride Place, but the video quality seriously degraded over text. She posted them both to Facebook and the video quality there was great; I managed to save them by doing screen-record on my phone.
It was with a few shots like these, from other people, that I slightly padded out my Flickr photo album for this "snow day." It currently has 13 shots, only 8 of them taken by me. I swiped a shot Susan posted to Bluesky from her window in Issaquah; and I saved two more shots, including
a cozy video of her cat, Cassie, snuggling into her cat bed in front of a snowy window, texted from Alexia—also from Issaquah.
I already have two more shots to add later, which will take the photo album count up to 15. It snowed briefly here on the waterfront this morning and I took a brief video clip; Gabby also messaged me a brief video clip from her house where she's working from home today in Edmonds.
I couldn't even tell you exactly how much accumulation we got yesterday. The best I can find is an official snow accumulatio of 1 inch yesteday at SeaTac Airport.
It actually snowed, kind of, twice yesterday—an additonal, light dusting was found on the ground when I returned from taking myself to see the incredible Iranian film
The Seed of the Sacred Fig at SIFF Cinema Uptown. It was just getting to be dusk when I got off the #8 bus at 15th & John, and I noticed
a light dusting in the grass at Williams Place Park right there. At first I was kind of marveling that snow had lasted unmelted all day, but when I got home, Shobhit had said it actually snowed for a bit while I was at my movie. That was after I first went up to the only open rooftop deck to take a picture from up there in our building; the others are closed because of the months-long re-siding project.
Anyway, Shobhit did not go to the movie with me, but he did walk there with me, thereby gaining himself another Social Review point—a smart strategic move (which I suggested), as otherwise Laney would have gotten another point ahead of him on Saturday. I'll get to that momentarily. At his suggestion, we walked straight to Pike Place Market first, then straight up Western Avenue to Queen Anne Ave N, where the Uptown is located. I took a couple of photos while walking, including one of
a tiny snowman at Bobby Morris Playfield, and another of
the demolished building across the street from Pride Place, and included them both in the photo album even though no snow is visible in the latter.
Once I was home after the movie, Shobhit and I made pizza for dinner. I should have had only a quarter of the pizza as usual, but threw caution to the wind and ate half just as Shobhit did, and also snacked on Goldfish crackers when Shobhit pulled them out of the cupboard. I should also confess having popcorn at the movie, which was free as my first punch on the card I get after renewing my annual SIFF membership, which has gone up $15 from the last time I renewed, in December 2023, when it was $60. Now it's $75, which was a big reason I postponed renewing for a month and a half after my membership expired—I had not gone to a SIFF Cinema theater for a movie since seeing
All We Imagine As Light on December 3. (That was favored to be nominated for Best International Feature at the Oscars, by the way, and it wasn't;
The Seed of the Sacred Fig, which
did get nominated, is a far better film in my opinion.) In any case, between all that
and having chai for, like, the third day in a row, I was up a pound and a half this morning. Shobhit loves to blame it on my alcohol consumption when this happens, but I had a cocktail two days ago with no weight gain, and no cocktail yesterday but a pound and a half of weight gain—because of straight up caloric intake.
Not that I have any good reason to obsess over this, but I do anyway.
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As for the rest of the weekend, I saw one movie with Laney, on Saturday: the noon showing at Pacific Place, of
Dog Man, which she in particular had been really excited to see. It was cute, but not great. It was fine. Laney and I bascially agreed on that.
We met at her corner at 11:30 and then walked the rest of the way. Actually I made it to her building before she came out, so I witnessed a brief argument between two other residents. One of them, who I later learned was a trans man, got mad at someone else, I think because of where he flicked a cigarette or something, and shouted, "Fucking pig!" The other person turned back through the entrance doorway to shout, "Fucking uterus!" Yikes. Talk about transphobic and rude. Laney has an interesting attitude about this, because it's a community of old(er) people, some of them straight who have very little education or understanding of the LGBT spectrum. Still, I saw that and I kind of thought:
Jesus Christ. To the trans man's credit, that guy clearly doesn't live there in discomfort or fear, but I can't speak for other residents of the building.
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The rest of the weekend was largely spent watching TV shows with Shobhit. On Saturday evening, when I had no other plans, we watched four episodes of his SAG Awards screener of the Peacock series
The Day of the Jackal, which is excellent, if a bit illogical in some of its character choices (giving the title character a wife and child "humanises" him as explicitly stated as the intention, I suppose, but a hardcore-focused hitman for hire having a family holds no logic; hence the lack of one in the original novel). We watched another two episodes yesterday before leaving for our walk, and thus we have four left. Frustratingly, we are forced to watch any digital screeners on his laptop because they have blocks on screen sharing, but we make do.
I had no plans on Friday evening either, and when I got home that evening, Shobhit was not far into watching
Call Me By Your Name, which was playing live on HBO. I really love that movie, and so I watched the rest of it with him—and was shocked to realize I had never rewatched it since Shobhit and I saw it in theaters in 2017, even though it was my #1 movie that year. And by the way: it holds up spectacularly well, all the subsequent controversy about Armie Hammer (and hand-wringing about a romance between a 17-year-old and a 24-year-old) notwithstanding. I still
really love that movie, and I should watch it again before another seven years go by.
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