All I am doing to celebrate Halloween today is eating a few more Dove dark chocolates than usual. A normal day I have 3 or 4. Today it’s been maybe 7? I know. The wildness.
I guess I liked Halloween enough as a kid; I dressed up in different years as Raggedy Ann, a princess, a “fifties girl” wearing a poodle skirt and my dad’s high school letter jacket – that one I recycled at least twice, I loved it so much. In college I did the slutty thing, one year as a French maid and one year as a “sexy gangster” – although looking back at the photos, honestly, neither costume was terribly risqué and I have no regrets.
But since then I’ve only dressed up and/or gone to a party a couple of times. And now that we’re firmly in our 30s, it’s obviously more about people’s kids now. Halloween is one of the few days a year that parenting looks genuinely fun. Of course I know a lot of work goes into some of those elaborate costumes, but really, you can put a cute kid in anything and people will gush. So, I don’t know, I guess Halloween is a little sad for me lately. I haven’t said much in recent months about our infertility issues because well, duh, we’ve kind of had some other shit to deal with. But now that we’re somewhat “settled in” here, we’re going to check out some of the Seattle-area fertility clinics and talk about maybe doing (yet another – like the 4th or maybe 5th) IUI or perhaps starting in vitro. IVF is so scary. I don’t want to do it. But maybe that’s what it’s going to take.
We are developing our new routines. Once a week we take the bus to eat breakfast at the Belltown Biscuit Bitch and have ourselves each an egg cheese & vegetarian sausage Bitchwich. V usually can’t finish his so I kindly help him out. Every Saturday we try to go for a walk around Green Lake, which is a beautifully peaceful 2.8 miles populated with a truly insane number of adorable doggos. (Seriously, Seattle has a TON of dogs, but at Green Lake it is on another level.) I’ve been exploring different neighborhoods on foot and via public transit, including the very nice (and simple) light rail. I go to coffee shops a lot and order Diet Cokes (though today I tried a delicious blood orange and hibiscus tea) and attempt to write.
Speaking of coffee, after agreeing we were both feeling pretty lonely, on Monday V and I joined a Meetup group that does trivia all over the city. It was us and three other dudes, very friendly and cool guys. One of the trivia rounds was “coffee” and wouldn’t you know, we’d somehow managed to assemble the only five people in the city of Seattle who do not drink coffee. We bombed that round, but actually ended up winning the night and leaving Mama’s Kitchen $11 richer. So maybe Meetup is all right.
What I’m Reading:
- Just started “Calypso” by David Sedaris. I used to read his books as soon as they came out but I’m quite late on this one. It’s predictably great thus far.
What I’m Watching:
- V keeps saying we’ll start Man In the High Castle soon. Tonight we watched the pilot of Bodyguard on Netflix, and I can’t say I hate Richard Madden (Robb Stark!) in a suit, but I’m hoping more happens in the next episode.
What I’m Listening To:
- I made a playlist specifically for the hills and sets of stairs I must climb whenever I leave the apartment. Highlights include “Apes***” by Beyoncé and Jay-Z, some Cardi B, some of The Donnas, and “Cupid Shuffle” because damn if that bop doesn’t get you moving.
What I’m Fuming About:
- White Nationalists. People who don’t vote. Writer’s block. Isis’s incessant overgrooming for which we are seeing a vet on Friday and for which maybe we will try curing with some CBD oil or something. And maybe Isis will share.
Sconnie Molly 