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sanpaku_backupRight now the Mrs. and I are both on the Internet, updating our journals like a couple of geeks. This is possible thanks to the magic of the router I bought for just 40 bucks today. She is unimpressed, but to my mind the mere ability to noodle around on the Net while she is writing is worth quite a bit. Even if we are doing it four feet away from each other.
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Her uninterested response was one of the day's disappointments. Another was the insane five-mile ice water hike we took through Warwick City Park. It didn't start out as an ice water hike; the trails were in good shape most of the way. But then, in that way that they do, they slowly got worse and worse until we were slogging through huge lakes of runoff puddles. Then the dark clouds rolled in and I was sure we were in for another Bataan Death March like the one we had last summer, only this time with the baby actually born and in 45-degree weather. But we were lucky and things cleared up.
Another thing, maybe not a disappointment, but an unpleasantness, was one of those periodic feelings I get about my job. I read a user email and realize, whoa shit, they're referring to this thing that we were supposed to have posted in October but didn't... and I'm not sure whether the fuckup is my fault or whether my boss decided to shelve the project and it's not something I have to worry about... but just one of those things that I have to wait until tomorrow to resolve. Ugh.
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Went to the the yacht club down the street from us today for one of their open houses. They have a nifty building that we wanted to see. Inside there was a fireplace, a bar with high-water marks from the floods of 1938 and 1954, and bumper pool. They were really trying to get people to join the yacht club. For only $770 the Mrs. and I could become "social members" and be able to watch the boat races on the Bay from special rocking chairs on the upstairs veranda. We enjoyed touring around and eating their dip. "But I feel like we're being frauds," I tell the Mrs. as we are strolling down the pier. "We're not going to join here. We're not even Republicans." So that's out.
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Not everything in the weekend was fraudulence and disappointment. For one thing, the last outstanding revision of bills from the health insurance company from the pregnancy finally came in. This was like waiting for a big $500 shoe to drop for most of four months, but it finally did. Oh, they're nailing us for $34 for the pediatrician, but if that's all there is I will pay and leave well enough alone, compared to the thousands of dollars I was afraid of. There are definitely worse ways to learn about the catastrophe that is the American medical system. Just some good nightmare material, in the end.
Also continuing the quest for some decent Mexican food here to rival the fondly remembered heaven that was Holy Frijoles in Baltimore. Went to Mexico Garibaldi on Atwells Ave. in Providence. Pretty authentic place, in the sense that the decor was pretty bare-bones and you didn't see margaritas on the menu. Unfortunately, it was also authentic in that there were not signs all over the place saying "we use 100% vegetable shortening in our food." I couldn't taste any lard, but we should probably not go there again. However, they had a flan worth killing for -- texture almost like a sweet bonbel cheese.
On Saturday the Mrs. completed her first ever Haftarah -- the reading from the prophets that comes after the Torah reading in the service. This is something that kids tend to learn when they are 13, but it is far from easy, and she really learned most of it on her own, and was virtually flawless. It was a beautiful moment.
Speaking of things Jewish, I have gone to the trouble of creating![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cons_judaism as some sort of forum for my religious peregrinations. (I thought it might be a good idea after I caught myself repeatedly spouting off in weirdjews. Like here, here, and here, and most particularly here. Geez, what do you have to do to get a flame war out of people?) I will still post here if I feel I am writing something that really reflects on me, but the fact is that most of what I am learning about and following is kind of technical, so as I've said in the past I don't think it will be that thrilling for people who don't know me. But, well, there it is.
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Her uninterested response was one of the day's disappointments. Another was the insane five-mile ice water hike we took through Warwick City Park. It didn't start out as an ice water hike; the trails were in good shape most of the way. But then, in that way that they do, they slowly got worse and worse until we were slogging through huge lakes of runoff puddles. Then the dark clouds rolled in and I was sure we were in for another Bataan Death March like the one we had last summer, only this time with the baby actually born and in 45-degree weather. But we were lucky and things cleared up.
Another thing, maybe not a disappointment, but an unpleasantness, was one of those periodic feelings I get about my job. I read a user email and realize, whoa shit, they're referring to this thing that we were supposed to have posted in October but didn't... and I'm not sure whether the fuckup is my fault or whether my boss decided to shelve the project and it's not something I have to worry about... but just one of those things that I have to wait until tomorrow to resolve. Ugh.
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Went to the the yacht club down the street from us today for one of their open houses. They have a nifty building that we wanted to see. Inside there was a fireplace, a bar with high-water marks from the floods of 1938 and 1954, and bumper pool. They were really trying to get people to join the yacht club. For only $770 the Mrs. and I could become "social members" and be able to watch the boat races on the Bay from special rocking chairs on the upstairs veranda. We enjoyed touring around and eating their dip. "But I feel like we're being frauds," I tell the Mrs. as we are strolling down the pier. "We're not going to join here. We're not even Republicans." So that's out.
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Not everything in the weekend was fraudulence and disappointment. For one thing, the last outstanding revision of bills from the health insurance company from the pregnancy finally came in. This was like waiting for a big $500 shoe to drop for most of four months, but it finally did. Oh, they're nailing us for $34 for the pediatrician, but if that's all there is I will pay and leave well enough alone, compared to the thousands of dollars I was afraid of. There are definitely worse ways to learn about the catastrophe that is the American medical system. Just some good nightmare material, in the end.
Also continuing the quest for some decent Mexican food here to rival the fondly remembered heaven that was Holy Frijoles in Baltimore. Went to Mexico Garibaldi on Atwells Ave. in Providence. Pretty authentic place, in the sense that the decor was pretty bare-bones and you didn't see margaritas on the menu. Unfortunately, it was also authentic in that there were not signs all over the place saying "we use 100% vegetable shortening in our food." I couldn't taste any lard, but we should probably not go there again. However, they had a flan worth killing for -- texture almost like a sweet bonbel cheese.
On Saturday the Mrs. completed her first ever Haftarah -- the reading from the prophets that comes after the Torah reading in the service. This is something that kids tend to learn when they are 13, but it is far from easy, and she really learned most of it on her own, and was virtually flawless. It was a beautiful moment.
Speaking of things Jewish, I have gone to the trouble of creating
cons_judaism as some sort of forum for my religious peregrinations. (I thought it might be a good idea after I caught myself repeatedly spouting off in weirdjews. Like here, here, and here, and most particularly here. Geez, what do you have to do to get a flame war out of people?) I will still post here if I feel I am writing something that really reflects on me, but the fact is that most of what I am learning about and following is kind of technical, so as I've said in the past I don't think it will be that thrilling for people who don't know me. But, well, there it is.
