Today is my last day alone. I feel like it's my last day of vacation. I'm cleaning up the house a little bit, but mostly I'm loafing; watching TV, eating crap food playing with the computer. I'm enjoying this time off with no expectations and no strings.

This week I've slept soundly every night. I haven't done that in months.

I did fix the drain in the fridge.

RO arrives back at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Back to reality then.

RO is away shopping for the store. My parents have left. For the first time in a long time, I'm spending my evengings alone. I'm enjoying it very much.

Last night I watched lots of TV and only my favourite shows. No negotiating over what shows to watch.

I found that I'm a little nervous in the dark. Any unexpected creak or groan makes me jump out of bed to investigate.

Aside from that, I am sleeping well. RO frequently wakes up in the middle of the night. If he gets out of bed, or fidgets, or turns over, it often wakes me up. With RO gone, I am sleeping through the night.

I do miss RO. I'm glad he'll be back soon.

My parents are back in town. Last week they left for a tour around the Olympic Peninsula. They spent five days seeing the sights.

My parents traveled with my uncle and aunt who brought along their dog-- a little shih tzu. They dog is very well behaved, but it prohibited them from traveling deep into the park.

Dogs are not allowed in Olympic National Park, not because of what dogs do to the park, but because of what the park can do to the dogs. My uncle and aunt tried to sneak the dog into the park in a little puppie bag, however the wild life did not take kindly to the dog. The elk were very aggresive around the dog. They act as if they are around lone coyoties or wolves.

Aside from that, the spent a few days in at Port Townsend and Port Angeles and a day along the Ocean proper.

My parents stumbled uppon what they described as a "welfare" RV park. Usually when you go to an RV park, the park is clean and full of nice RV's and trailers. People with RV's and trailers are generally not poor (because the can afford the RV in the first place) so they have high expectations of their parks.

This park was different. The manager at the gate told them so. "You probably don't want to stay here. There is another park two miles down the road." My parents had to drive through the park to turn around. The trailers were covered with moss and mold and looked poorly maintained as if they had been there for years.

This is not the first time they've run into these types of parks. I'd like to learn more about them. I don't understand the thinking. If you are poor, why would you choose to live in the middle of nowhere? There are services, no place to get cheap food, no way to get a day job. Maybe they live off the land. If that is the case, then why would they live in an RV park?

I see that Red Bricks is enjoying his new career. I hope he keeps writing about it. I can learn from him.

Yesterday he wrote how, in management, the big dogs hang out with the big dogs. They don't go to the puppy pen. I've vaguely known that for a while. But I haven't heard it expressed so clearly before.

My boss likes to say it a different, less eloquent way-- dealing with the leaf nodes (puppies) doesn't scale. There are too many of them. And what then are their bosses paid for?

Anyways, I hope to read more of Red Brick's take on his new job.

My day job took us white water rafting. I think RO is a little jealous.

While the trip was very fun, the day was long and I now feel that I've done enough white water rafting to last me a few years.

One of my co-workers injured him self. He probably broke his foot though I don't know the details. I saw it happen. It was one of those fluke accidents where you twist something wrong and pop!

My parents are still here. My uncle and aunt just left. Over the weekend a cousin and his wife were over. It's been a very family week.

I love them all very much, but I am looking forward to getting back to my routine.

We've been keeping busy seeing the sights and attractions of Seattle; the water front, the Smith Tower, the Underground Tour, Snoqualmie Falls, The Hyak Tunnel, Tweedys.. The list goes on.

This past weekend was Kent Cornucopia Days-- the local street fair. It was a *very* busy weekend for our store because it is located right in the middle activities.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday RO put, me and my parents to work around the store. The days were long. Hell, RO and I slept over at the store Friday and Saturday night. Why did we do that? Security. The store is on the path between the rides and the street fair. Many rowdy teenagers show up during the evening so RO and I like to stay around to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Though it's not always under our control. Saturday night a teenager was shot about three blocks from the store.

Aside from that, it was a very successfull weekend for the store. Sales were significatly up over last year.

I have my bear skin rug. My parents brought it along for their trip accross the country to my place. It is beautiful. It sits on the floor in front of the fireplace.

The fur is excellent quality. This bear was very healthy when it died.

My parents and an uncle and aunt of mine will be in town soon. So, RO and I are cleaning up the place. We hired a gardener to clean up the front yard and a carpet cleaner to deep clean the carpets.

It's soo much work to make your family think you always live in a clean and beautiful home.

It was a busy weekend for RO and I.

Friday and Saturday, we dug a hole for a new pond.

Saturday evening we went to Bear & Behr's place for a BBQ. It was a big event.

Sunday evening we went to Steven's for dinner. He invited about a dozen people over. Steven is still on the rebound from his last relationship. Also, it looks like RO and he have patched things up. This is good as we'll be able to spend more time together.

Last night RO and I saw Cyndi Lauper, the B-52's, Rosie O'Donnel and a few other... uh... up and comming artists whose names escape me. Let me look... Joan Armatrading and some guy who used to be on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

I was surpised how good the B-52's were. Especially since I've never been a fan. Yeah they had a couple of fun songs back in the 80's, but, now, twenty years later, they sound and perform great.

Cyndi Lauper was also excellent. She is a great musician, but not the best speaker. Her stories between songs tended to ramble on. Her performance was almost perfect. Although at one point she screwed up the lyrics to "Time after Time." The band had a good laugh at that and Cyndi apologized to the audience, especially to anyone who was proposing marrage at the time.

RO and Steven had lunch. Steven is going through a tough time right now. He and his boy friend have split. He is very shaken.

This past year has been tumultous for him His Father died. A great friend died. He ended his five year relationship with Vic. He was laid off from work. Found a nother job at the same company, then quit and decided to work for himself.

I'm going to rave about the Roomba a little more.

I'm supprised how much dirt the Roomba picks up considering how small it is.

The Roomba has forced RO and I to pick up a bit more. The Roomba really can't vacuum a floor that is covered with dirty laundry-- no one can. So, to help the Roomba along, RO and I had to pick the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom... you get the picture.

It returns to it's charging station after it's finished with a room. That's very nice.

It's short enough to vacuum under beds.

I bought a Roomba; a vacuuming robot. So far it's very nice. Just set it down and hit clean. Thirty minutes later that room has been vacuumed.

This house isn't the most Roomba friendly. There are three or four paces where the Roomba can be trapped. But, you can program the Roomba to stay away from those.

That and any other complaints are offset by the fact it does the vacuuming for me.

C2 said I'm getting very domestic. He's right.

My boss and I talked about the recent calibration. We discused the fact that it is easier to be promited as a manager than it is as an individual contributor. I'm not confortuable with that and for good reason-- the work gets done because people do it, not because managers manage them.

The reality isn't so fair. A weak manger with a good team will look great. Any manager with a bad team gets to blame the problems on the team-- for a year at least. So a manager with a weak team gets to blame and fire someone else.

Also, rewards trickle down from the top. My VP will give his direct employees the most money. What's left over goes to the next layer of management. What's left over after that goes to next layer. Finally what's left over after that goes to the individual contributors.

More rewards trickle down from the top. Less blame purcolates up from the bottom. It makes management a gravy train.

At least I'm on that train.

Some good news. Our rent at the store is going down by $1500.00 a month.

We currently have a sublease and pay rent to the original lease holder who pays rent to the building owner. The original lease owner is charging us $1500.00 per month more than he pays the building owner. We didn't know this when we signed our sublease but found out much later.

The sublease is expiring soon. We are negiotiating directly with the owners. The owners only want their current rent plus a small increase.

This week has started out stressful, but is ending up OK. I had two important deadlines. I couldn't miss either without major consequence.

The first was calibration. I, and all the other managers at my day job get together and compare employees-- rank them and bucket them. Who did a good job? Who is too helpful, but never gets their regular job done? Who is a super star?

The discussions have consequences. Words are chosen carefully.

"This projects shows that..."
"You don't get promoted for doing projects."
"Did I say project? I meant completed scenario."

"I've heard lots of good things about this employee, but nothing bad. Are they being insulated from the day to day realities of the job?"

"He helps so many people and is always willing to answer questions."
"Our product doesn't ship because we answer questions. Our product ships because everyone does the work and carries their own weight. Perhaps he should be writing a book or document about this so that he never has to answer a question again."

All in all, the debate is fare and thorough. The two most senior people in the room keep it that way. I still have lots to learn. I feel personaly responsible for my employee's evaluations. I have to distance my self abit. I'm not a bad manager if all my employees don't get gold stars.

Gold stars. That's what it comes down to. I am not giving out gold stars. I'm giving out stock and cash. And that is what makes calibration so stressful.

Yesterday was a yard work day. We pressure washed the house; the roof, the eves, the walks, the driveway. The house looks great now. The gardens are still weedy, but everything else is clean.

RO found a wasps nest in a bush along side of the drive way. He spent a lot of time blasting the nest to oblivion. The wasps kept coming back, searching for the nests. A few times they tried to attack RO, but he used the power washer to find them off.

I found a big hole in the metal roof. It's at least 1''x3''! Last winter, during a wind storm, a large branch fell on the roof. I guess the branch punctured the roof. I checked for water damage but didn't find any.

Today, for no particular reason, I made a list of all that managers that I've had at my day job. In the past eleven years, I've had nine managers. Five of those managers have left the the division, or company for somewhat murky reasons.

One for sexual harrasment.
One for never saying no to any request, but never delivering anything. That one got away with it for years before someone realized his team was a black hole of work.
One for promsing to fix an important problem, but never fixing it for years. That one was the guy who promoted me to manager.
Two left for having a bad relationship with their boss and being on the loosing end of the argument.

Last night RO and I stayed up late, until 9:30, to play a game of Scrabble. The winner got to be called "The Scrabble Master." The loser, "The Scrabble bitch."

RO is the Scrabble Master. He's milking his victory for all it's worth.

RO and I have started getting up at 5:30am and going to bed at 9:00pm. It's a fresh change, though it makes me feel... not old, but adult-- getting up at the crack of dawn and working hard till the end of the day. It may sound odd that a 38yo man has only just accepted that fact that he is an adult, but hey, sometimes I'm a slow learner.

I have also accepted into my role as "The man that runs the system that youth rebels against." I kind of like it. Not that I think of my self as "the man" It's just that I have goals that don't allow me to give opportunities or money to people that don't work hard and smart. Money is tight and I there is no room for me to be a sugar daddy.

Getting up early allows me to do chores and exercies each morning before I go to work. So, even though I go to bed at 9:00pm, my evenings are extra relaxing. My day is done when I get home. There is no laundry to do, no cleaning, no maintenace. I can cook a great dinner, relax with a glass of wine, then hit the hay.

RO called and told my co-worker, J, about me hiding the good TP from him.

J came to my office and scolded me for being so selfish. I told her I did so because I had an allergy to the bad TP. She acted like she had a little more sympathy then. I'm not sure if she really believes me.

I do have an allergy to the bad TP. I really do. You believe me, don't you?

I guess the moral of the following story is that I can sometimes be selfish. But not that selfish. And only in a funny way.

I have an allergy to some brands of toilet paper. I don't always know which brand until it's too late, so I didn't find out I was allergic to the Costco house brand of TP until after we bought a case.

Since using TP I'm allergic to is a bad idea, I went out and got myself some allergy free TP; thick, soft and infused with aloe.

I put my TP on the shelf next to the toilet, but RO start using it. I didn't want him to use it because I didn't want to be wasteful. We had a case full of the Costco TP and my TP was expensive.

So, I put the TP in the cupboard across from the toilet. My arms are longer than RO's and the cupboard is just out of his reach when he is sitting on the toilet. So, I could count on my easy access to the allergy-free TP and his continued use of the Costco TP.

This went on for weeks. RO used the Costco TP and I used the allergy-free TP.

Yesterday he figured out what I was doing. He was looking for a towel. He looked in the cupboard opposite the toilet. He saw the case of the allergy free TP and a half used roll. He put two and two together and figured out that I was hiding the nice, allergy free TP from him.

He told me what he thought of the situation last night. He accused me of being selfish, of hiding the nice TP from him. He had a big smile on his face the whole time.

I don't that bad for what I did. But I do need to make amends with RO. This morning I put a roll of the nice TP out for RO to use.

I'm not sure how well RO's new diet is going. He doesn't want to give up the good stuff.

We have to have steak, because we have steaks in the freezer and he's not going to throw anything out.

We have to have whipped cream, because he's been good all day and he wants chocolate and whipped cream.

We can't eat vegetarian tonight because he doesn't want any more beans. Why was the last time he had beans? He's not certain. A few days ago.

RO went to the doctor for a checkup, his first in years. RO has been suffering from a few persistant aliments-- he has problems sleeping though the nights-- joint pain, back pain-- stuff like that. The checkup was the first step to deal with that.

At the appointment, the doctor gave RO a some advice and suggestions. At first RO didn't want to tell me what the doctor said. He said "You might make me do it." Over the evening, he told me the advice.

The big suggestion offered by the doctor was was to give up coffee. Yes, I made RO do that. I'm doing it as well. We stopped cold turkey on Wednesday. By Wednesday afternoon we both had headaches. Now we are trying a more gradule approach. Today we only coffee in the morning at breakfast. A few days from now we will switch to half caf. No caffine will come a few days after that.

The doctor called RO today. His blood work is back. RO's bad cholesterol is 280. High risk is 240. Less than 200 is lower risk. 120 is normal.

The doctor was already worried that RO was working himself into an early grave. Now they now both know the truth. RO will see the doctor again tomorrow. I hope RO follows the doctors advice.

I hired a plumber to fix all the drips, quirks, breaks and leaks that my plumbing as accumulted over the years. My shower head was dripping, kitchen drain was leaking, garbage disposal was dieing and the instant-hot was dead.

I tried to do some of the fixing my self, but as I got deeper into the project I realized that it would take me two days and half a dozen trips to Home-Depot to do a job that I couldn't be trusted to do right.

The plumber did a great job. Over the years, a succession of amature plumbers has worked under my kitchen sink. He cleaned all that up-- moving the drain and the connections so that I now have more space under the sink.

For the first time in months the space under the sink is dry.

Also, I now have an instant-hot that doesn't make funny tasting hot water. It's very nice.

The carpenter ants are still be in the house. We can hear them russling the the ceiling.

I'm giving the house a second treatment with different chemicals.

The first thing I did was to tape the vacuum cleaner house up to the crack that the ants use as an entrance. I vacuumed the crack for a few minutes.

Next, I saturated the area with different, hopefully more powerful, chemicals.

If that doesn't work, I'll call in the profesionals.

Last night we had a small party at the store. It was on the quiet side for store parties, though, it being memorial day weekend, I'd expect many people to be out of town.

There is a lot of left over dessert-- cakes, cupcakes, cheese cake. Bleah.

It was my birthday yesterday.

Matt and Sandy gave me a bottle of Absente, the safe American stuff, not Absinthe of the olde days.

Two of my employees gave me a pressure cooker. We had a good laugh at that. They did not give it to me so that I would hurt myself. They both regularly use pressure cookers. A couple of weeks ago we talked about presure cooking and I off-handedly said I wanted one.

After dinner we headed over to Bates and Clem for drinks.

All in all I had fun.

The ants apper to be dead. I'm still going to squirt more chemicals around the house though.

RO and I now frequently walk into a room, and listen to the silence, trying to track down any traces of noise.

Ants and Mice.

Saturday was a beautiful day. Warm, sunny, gentle breeze. There are blooms everywhere-- the rhodie across the street, the apple trees in the back yard, the rosemary in the front. RO and I were going to go to a street fair, but when we walked outside, everything smelt and felt so wonderful that we decided to work in the yard, weading and landscaping. It was worth it our yard is finally coming together.

By late afternoon it got so hot that stopped working, sat by the pond and drank pino collatas.

Later on we had a wonder full dinner. Watched some TV. Then went to bed.

While I was laying in bed, I heard a gentle scratching noise. I couldn't tell where it was from. I walked around the room, listening to the walls and roof. Finally I spotted it. It was coming from the north east ceiling.

I walked outside to take a look. I took a flashlight and looked around the eves. That's when I saw it-- flakes coming down from a crack in the boards under the eves. I pointed a flashlight at the crack and looked in-- carpenter ants.

Not good. I live in a log cabin. Wood eating bugs are bad news.

There wasn't much I could do in the middle of night. RO and I turned up the music to down out the sound of the ants. Then we went to sleep.

Bright and early next morning I went to local home supply store and invested in chemicals; bug foggers, ant and termite sprays and spikes. RO built a plastic tent around the crack, put a couple of foggers in and then sealed it up.

I placed the trap all around the house. The sprayed all the eves and the house perimeter

I heard once that a mixture of borax and sugar can kill ants. I went for the borax and poured a cup out. It was full of mouse shit. A good cup of mouse turds was on top of the borax.

That really confused me. Maybe the mice were hiding in the borax box.

Now I have to lay out mouse traps.

Bleah.

Last night we had drinks at the neighbors, Bates & Clem. It was good to see them.

Bates is a train engineer. He told us that so far this year there have been two cellphone/train deaths in this state-- people walking on the train track, talking on the cell, not realizing that an 80mph train is about to run over them.

We also talked about gardening, the maple blight, and summer plans. We are havinging beautiful weather right now. It was good to sit out side with a glass of wine and friends.

Since Mulligan's dog has cancer, C2 wants me to offer Mulligan a 'sympathy cat.' I like the idea but will not offer up my cat.

I am trying to teach my cat to use the toilet. It may just work. Right now the litter box is next to the toilet and about six inches below the level of the seat. If I slowly elevate the litter box, say an inch a week, he continues to use the box. If I move the box much more than that, the cat abandons the box and shits on the floor.

Once that box is at toilet level, I will move the box over to the toilet. Once on top of the toilet, I will cut a hole in the bottom of the box, then slowly enlarge the hole over a period of weeks.

What could possible go wrong?

"'Collectible' like 'eatable' or 'drinkable' is not high praise."-- Roger Ebert

RO spent a thousand dollars at an estate sale on Royal Daulton figurines. I am a bit annoyed with him because money is tight. But, I've looked through eBay, and he is probably right in that we can sell them quickly for a profit.

At first he tried to keep the figurine purchase a secret. He has many boxes of treasures and collectibles. A few days ago he told me he found a box of figurines and decided that it was time to sell them. I was kind of happy with that decision. I would love to have fewer of his collectibles They just sit there, get dusty, take up space and make me feel bad when one becomes chipped.

Today while I was doing the books for the store I found the cheque used to pay for them. When I asked him what it was for it broke out in his "I'm busted" grin and fessed up to the purchase.

The business. The business. What about our business....

We have an opportunity. There is a new mall opening up in more upscale part of town. We are talking with them about opening up a second store in this new mall.

It has risks. The rent is two and a half times our current rent-- sales will have to be big from the start otherwise there will be trouble. That is a big leap of faith, especially in a recession.

It also has an opportunity-- the mall is offering us six figures to build out for our space. We can have a great store for that amount.

I think that by this time next year we will either by very successfull, or very broke. There is no middle ground.

I have a well paying day job. With our current store, the budget is such that I can affort to loan some extra money when the store needs cash. The new store will require so much money that it must pay for its self from the start.

Mulligan's dog is very sick. C2 told me about this. I sent Mulligan a symathy email...

From: Barry
Sent: Wednesday, May 07, 2008 9:39 AM
To: Mulligan
Subject: Your dog...

Hi Mulligan. I understand that your dog is not well. I hope
things work out. You have my sympathies.

Mulligan replied...

From: Mulligan
Sent: Wednesday, May 07, 2008 12:49 PM
To: Barry
Subject: RE: Your dog...

Thanks, she is not in any pain
because of the morphine, but the cancer is spreading – our main worry is that
her leg bone will fracture because it is so weakened and she runs on it normally
because she can’t feel any pain.

Thanks for your
concern.

Mulligan

It was a nice day yesterday. RO and I worked at the store. There was a Cinqo De Mayo celebration at the park just down the street. All the parking lots around us filled up People were parking in our lot and walking away, so I had to go on parking duty.

It was kind of fun to chase these people away. Most of the time all I had to do was to stand near their car and watch. When they saw me, they would pull out of our parking lot and drive away. A few people would ask permission, which I had to deny. By that time we only had three empty spaces.

One guy tried twice! He pulled into a space, saw me, then pulled out his cell phone and started talking on it, watching me the whole time. When I didn't go away, he pulled out of our lot. Then, five minutes later, he pulled back into our lot! When he saw me he immediately pulled a U turn and left.

Last night was Sandy's birthday. We had dinner at Benihana and then drank and sang at the Crescent, a karaoke bar on Capitol Hill.

Today RO and Sandy are both hung over.

RO was exceptionally drunk. He sang several songs. He danced wildly. Then at last call, he just left without saying good bye to anyone. When I caught up to him, he was linked arm in arm with two strangers who were walking him up the hill.

The next morning RO realized that he hadn't said good bye to anyone. He said that he was too drunk to think. He knew he had to leave, so he did.

Matt said that Sandy had puked in the car on the ride home. Sandy spent most of the night worshiping the porcelain god

How do Matt and I feel? Fine! We limited our selves to three drinks. Matt and I are both over six feet and two hundred pounds-- three drinks is nothing.

The fun thing about not being hung over after a night out is that it feels good to torment those who are. By the time you reach mid life, you should know your alcohol tolerance and either not drink that much, or not need to work the next day. If you can't manage that, then you are fair game. You need to be taught a life lesson.

Hmmm. I'm getting the eurge to crank up Iron Maden on the stereo. Gotta go!

I could have written that entry much better than he did.:)
-It's all grand, like.

Very ironic since it comes from someone who updates their blog every three months! Are you still in Athens? How are things?

Last night was Stacey's galery opening. Last year she and three other photographers took a trip to India. The four of them pooled and polished their best photos.

The photos where good. Although I found myself often thinking "I could take photos like that!" I guess that's the difference between an arm chair quaterback and the real thing-- you don't get the credit unless you actually do the work.

C2 wrote me, asking me what he should write on his blog. I told him that he should blog about him self, and what he wants to remember. That if he hasn't done something worth remembering every couple of days, then he should thick twice about how he is spending his time.

Now that I've said that, I find it's hard to apply that advice to myself. Most of my life is day-to-day stuff. Entertaining but not important.

I've re-read all my "May" entries going back to 2001. And that's confirmed my suspicians. Most of the stuff I write about is entertaining. I rarely write about my work.

Good things have happened in May though...

I got to meet Tommy Boy in May.

I bought the cabin in May.

And my brithday is in May. On the 20th.

Matt and Sandy came over for dinner last night. We haven't seen them in a long time. Their house was flooded a while back and they have been dealing with the repairs and construction.

Most of the evening was a good ol' fashioned bitch session-- who thinks they are A-list but are not, who is playing with who on bear 411, who has a big penis, who has small, who was seen at a cruisy park and who has diseases, syph, HIV, hepatitis, etc.

I stay quiet during these conversations. Seattle is small and word gets around. RO, Matt and Sandy all spend a fair amount of time chatting on bear 411. They don't have to intentionally say anything for word to spread. All it will take is for one of them to say "Oh yeah, I heard that" to someone who is fishing and a rumors will spread. In someones mind the little tidbits will add up to a story that is only remotely fact based.

The big maple is dead. Long life the maple.

Well, it's not fully dead. A couple of branches have sprouted stunted leaves. The rest of the tree is barren.

A soil fungus is going around killing maples. Most of the maples in my neighborhood are gone. My big maple was fine until last year. Then one day in mid summer the leaves turned brown and fell off. This year, with the exception of a few small branches, the maple didn't bud.

We've asked around. The soil fungus is a death sentence for maples. All you can do is cut them down, which helps stops spreading the disease.

The big maple was holding up the hill in the back yard. To replace the maple, RO and I planted three trees -- two cherry and a plum.

I'm looking forward to the fruit.

Steven is becomming a real estate agent. I guess he's left his job and is starting over. I wish him the best. These are uncertain times for the real estate market, but I think he has the skills, personality and energy to see it through.

Last night we saw McKay's film. Two years ago McKay filmed a team that participated in Race Across America. The four man team bicycled across the U.S. in just under eight days-- From California, over the Rockies, the Great Plain, the Appalachians, to Atlantic city. McKay filmed the whole experience.

It was a good film. It did have a few faults-- it wasn't always easy to tell who was who especially since the cyclists dressed the same, wore helmets, sunglasses and had the same build. But nothing that couldn't be fixed with a bit of narration or subtitles.

Friday night RO and I went to Anne's wine party. We had fun.

Wend was at the party. Wend and I had an interesting conversation. We are both managers at the same company. Recently one of his employees left his group to work for me. We talked about the transfer and why our boss allowed it. It puts an important project of his at risk and it makes my group a bit top heavy-- the engineer who moved is a star performer. Neither of us are sure. It may be as simple as our director wanting to keep his star performers happy.

On the way home from Anne's party, RO and I had a fight. We were discussing possibilities about the store and RO asked me, hypothetically, about closing the store for good.

I told RO that as long as the store was closed professionally, that would be OK.

RO asked me what "Closing the store professionally" meant. I said it meant liquidating the inventory and paying off our debts.

That scared RO. It scared him because he didn't realize that I had though through closing the store. And he wondered how solid my support for him was if those were the sort of things I was thinking about.

He didn't want to talk about it. RO left me at home and he drove off to think. He returned about 4am.

He apologized the next morning and so did I, though we didn't really talk more about the incident.

He was hung over the next day. He spent most of it in bed.

Finding a balance in our relationship his hard. RO wants me to be open and tell him everything that I am thinking. At the same time often he can only stomach neutral and positive thoughts and praise. I have learnt to hide my darker thoughts from him. Not that I often have dark thoughts. It's just that there is no point in discussing them if I am only going to depress RO.

Such is life.

RO and I are at the store today. It's quiet. Very quiet. There is definitely a recession going on. Sales are down at least 15%.

It is hard to discuss this with RO. He needs to run the store a certain way to achieve the pop and polish that we are known for. That costs though, more than the store earns.

I had lunch with Steven. He is going through very uncertain times. He regrets leaving Vic and has ended things with the man he started dating post Vic.

He is also taking a leave of absense from his work. He wants a month or two to sort things out with him self, and maybe reconcile with Vic. He is not under the impression that Vic will trust him again, but he feels that a big apology is in order.

We took a walk after lunch. The cherry trees are in bloom. The sun was out. It's a good day.

My organization, in particular my boss, sometimes flexes or breaks company policy. My boss always gets away with it. The reason is he gets away with is that he breaks company policy to make things better-- to cut through red tape, to hire better people or to get more work done.

Every now and then HR will reprimand him for his actions. Publicly our VP will do the same. But, then, behind close doors, he will be congratulated for getting the work done, for hiring better people.

He also has a 'chicken' philosophy to resources. You know chicken, the game where two people drive straight towards each other and the driver who doesn't swerve wins? Another way of saying it is "Try to use opportunities that others don't grab."

He knows that most teams won't fully consume their budget for new hires or computers or patents. So he always has a few extra requests in the queue. "Oh, I'd like to patent such-and-such, but I'm out of patent budget for the year. What's that? Another team hasn't used up their patent budget? If I had that budget we'd have another patent..."

Thanks to him, I personally have earned two patents and landed two new-hires.

Is it politics of I use these tactics to get more work done?

Last night RO and I went to "Taste Washington", a large all-you-can-drink wine tasting. There was much good food there as well.

I had a great time, but RO's evening didn't go over so well. RO had to go back to our truck to get his cell phone. However, the event has a "no re-rentry" policy. It took RO and hour to get permission to leave and reenter. When we finally met up again he was very angry.

I've been going through the photos from Palm Springs. As much as I loved the sun and the partying, the photos remind me how much those vise's can age you. The locals all have bags under their eyes and deeply wrinkled skin.

RO and I took a photo of Andy and touched it up in photo shop-- made Andy look ten years younger. We printed the picture as a post card and mailed it off to Andy as a thank you note.

I'm back to work again. Much is happening here. It looks like I have hired two new people for my team. There is still some paperwork and HR review that needs to happen. And, of course, the new people can change their minds any time up until they start workinging for me.

lol, RO and I were actually good in Palm Springs. We talked about playing around, but never followed through with it. We saw the petty jealousies start so we didn't follow through.

Now the rest of the sights and sounds... Palm Springs has a great factory outlet mall-- the kind that has Gucci and Dolce & Gabbana factory outlet stores. We bought a lot of clothing there.

We also spent a lot of time at the art galleries.

We spent a day at Joshua Tree Park. The landscape is beautiful and otherwordly. Andy called it "Seussian"

We ate at many great restaurants. I was a little dissapointed though. Great food and service costs about double what it costs here in Seattle. Thankfully the rest of the vacation was not as expensive.

And we drank. Palm Springs is a drinking town. People go there to party and drink. Cocktail parities happy every day. The bars are hopping every night.

RO and I have stopped drinking for a while. We want to let our livers rest for a few days.

Finally, we spent much time laying in the sun by the pool, listening to music or playing with Andy's dogs.

RO and I are back from Palm Springs. It was wonderful. Sunny and 80's every day. Andy was a great host.

We ate wonderfully, drank heavily, and saw the sights and sounds.

C2 was over last night. He spend the day looking for property on the Hood Canal. He has a lot of money saved up from three years of working in Iraq and he wants to invest it in real estate.

Tomorrow RO and I are heading to Palm Springs for a week of vacation. We are spending it at Andy's. I am very much looking forward to it.

There was another late night car crash Friday night, next door. RO heard it all-- the screeching breaks and the smash into the trees. I only woke up after the big crunch.

When RO went outside he said he saw two people run away. A few minutes later a truck drove by asking if we saw anyone. Then the truck drove off.

The cops showed up a few minutes later.

The car was very smashed up and had flipped around 180. Yet the surroundings looked barely disturbed.

C2 is visiting from Iraq. He's only in Seattle for four days. After that he's off to Chicago. Then a few days in Germany. Ahhh...the life of an international jet setter.

All is going well with him.

Friday night we had dinner with C2 at Siam's.

Matt and Sandy's had a large aquarium upstairs. Overnight it leaked through the ceiling and into the dinning room. From the photos Sandy sent us, it appears that there is a lot of water damage.

Clem came over for dinner last night. It was impromptu. He had to pick up his jacket which he left at our house last week. Our dinner was ready so we invited him in.

I'm back at work today. I'm still stiff but feeling much better. At one point I leaned back in my chair and streteched. My back let out a very loud crack. For a few minutest the pain went away.

My back is almost better. I'm still having problems looking down.

I have hurt my back again. I did it in the most stupid way. While I was brushing my teeth, I bent over to rinse my mouth and spit. Pop! Now my back hurts.

Last night we had our neighbors, Bates & Clem over for dinner. Clem just got back from a two month, half way around the world, cruise.

Clem had some good stories to tell... There was a small, rich, gay contingent on one leg of the cruise. One of the couples got into an argument whereupon the daddy in the relationship cut the boy off of his allowance. The boy complained "If so and so can have a boy friend, then I don't see why I can't!" Clem estimated that the daddy was in his 60's and the boy was in his 40's.

Dinner was fun. Of course RO and Clem got to horsing around. RO also came on to Bates-- cuddling him in the hot tub. RO knows that Bates and I had sex (with RO's permission!) while both RO and Clem were out of town. I hope things don't slowly and gradually get weird between us. I enjoy their company very much.

Although, I really can't blame anyone but myself.

RO had a bad nightmare last night. Looking back, it was funny. At the time it was scary.

I wolk up in the middle of the night when RO started screaming at the top of his lungs. I jumped out of bed. It took me a few seconds to find the light switch. RO was shouting the whole time.

After I turned the light on, RO calmed down. He pointed to a sweater hanging in the window.

He told me I was talking to him, perhaps I was talking in my sleep, when he opened his eyes he assumed the sweater was me. But, my voice was coming from somewhere else. That freaked him out so he started screaming.

He was shaking for a good fifteen minutes afterwards. We slept wit the light on for the rest of the night.

Since my brother never returns my calls, my mother and I co-ordinate things so that I could talk directly to him. Basically, when he got home, my monter called me and passed the phone to him.

My brother promised me that he would ship the rug the next day, last Monday, and if he couldn't, he would make sure mom could do it for him.

Well, he got up and left at 4am the next morning. Mom han't seen him since.

My brother has conned me out of $1000.00. I'm pissed off at him, and amused. I don't think he intentionally took the $1000.00-- I gave him the money for something else. I am sure he intended to do the right thing, but somewhere along the line, bills and alcohol got in the way.

The full story.

About a year and a half ago My brother asked me if I wanted a bear skin rug. He was hunting and had killed a bear. If I would pay for the tanning, $500 down, $500 at pickup, then I could get the rug.

I said yes and sent my brother the first $500.00.

Last fall, about a year later, I asked my brother where my rug was. He said he called the tanner and it was ready to pick up. All I had to do was send him another $500.00. I sent him that and asked him to courier the rug to me.

The rug never arrived. I asked my mom to look into it. Mom visited me last week and is now spending a week with my brother his wife and and their kids.

Mom called me this morning. She said my brother didn't have the rug. She is not even certain that the bear ever made it to the tanner.

I am vdissapointed, but I'm not suprized or angry. I'm trying to figure out who to out-think my brother. The possibility of revenge, or justice, kind of amuses me.

Oh yeah. This slipped my mind.

RO and I had a threesome last night.

When I got home, I half jokingly suggested that RO and I have a threesome with the neighbor, Bates. I really just wanted to invite Bates over for dinner, but I let my mouth rattle on too long.

Bates wasn't available, but RO found a guy on Bear411, a guy he'd been chatting with for a while.

The guy came over and we did it. It was fun, but unemotional.

We cuddled. We kissed. It felt a little dirty, but not in a good way. I don't think RO was overjoyed with the way it turned out as well.

"You are not being proactive with your health."
"It's not my fault that I'm not being proactive. It's the doctor's"

RO's arm still is not healthy. He broke it last December. It was in a cast for weeks, but he never went easy on it-- frequently lifting and moving furniture at the store.

His arm was still in pain so he went to the doctor yesterday. One of the bones has not yet healed. He is annoyed that the doctor didn't give him more detailed instructions on what he could and could not do with his arm.

I know that after four weeks the doctor clearly told RO that RO shouldn't even be wiggling his fingers. That didn't stop RO from lifting furniture.

It irriates me that RO doesn't take his health more seriously. Too many things are more important than his arm.

I talked to RedBricks on Sunday. I like him. I wish I could spend more time with him.

Mom is gone. She has left to spend a week with my brother in Alberta. I enjoyed her visit very much, but I'm glad to get my routine back to normal.

RO fawned over my mom the whole time. I almost felt like I was a neglectful son.

RO, Mom and I saw "Late Nite Catechism." Basically a very smart nun talks with, educates and insults her audience. It's very funny.

I've been learning a bit about our family history. Mom was born in the Netherlands during World War Two. She left when she was five, so she doesn't remember much.

I've often wondered about my family's war stories. Very little is said about it. No one fought during the war, which is a good thing since the Netherlands was one of the first countries to fall to the Nazis and we would have fought for Germany.

Rather than join the Nazis, my grandfather hid. Mom said he spent his time in the attic, knitting or spinning wool. One time, one of my uncles fell into a dike and was drowning. My grandfather ran from the attic and rescued him. It was one of the few times he came out from hiding.

Nazi sympathizers frequently ran into bad luck. Their barns or homes would catch on fire and no one would be around to help.

After the war many sympathizers were quietly forgiven. For example, a neighboring family, had half a dozen sons all old enough to fight. This family couldn't possibly hide all their children from the Nazis since the alternative was to starve to death. Of course some of them had to fight. That family was forgiven since their burdon was larger. Such is Dutch practicality.

Two of my uncles managed to kill a pig without making the pig squeal. They butchered the pig and salted the meat then hid the meat under the potatoes. My uncles both would have been under twelve years old.

One of my uncles was too underweight. For a period the Germans sent him to a children's camp in Denmark where the food was better.

I love Coconut Lemon Grass Soup. It tastes better the next day.

My mother is in town for a week. She had a long flight out-- bad weather delayed her takeoff by a day.

But, all is well now. RO loves fawning over her. RO spent hours setting up her bedroom. Make sure the bed was made just so, with linen spray in the right spots, feature mattress topper plumped just so, new floral and polished artwork.

Yesterday I took mom shopping. She is Canadian and the Canadian dollar is strong now, so everything is a bargin.

I also cooked a good meal for her. She eats very plain-- meat, potatoes and boiled veggies every day-- so I worry a little when I cook fancy for her. I made coconut and lemon grass soup with chicken and mushrooms. Fortunatly she liked it. I think her plain diet is mostly because of my dad and that she would eat more adventurusly if it weren't for him.

Yeserday was the store's anniversary sale. It was a great success. In fact, we sold more yesterday than we did in all of January.

How did we manage that? Mass mailings, expensive signs and steep discounts. So from a profit standpoint yesterday was probably a wash. Still, it gives us a good chuck of cash that we can use to ride out the quiet winter months. It also gives the store a sense of drama. People will yak and yak about the great sale at the beautiful store, where they served wine, and people waited in line for an hour to buy things at 40% off.

We had one bad customer. She was very admiment about not paying the sales tax. Her reason was that she was shipping the gift to another state. We charged her the sales tax anways-- this took much arguing. About an hour later she called us up and accused her of ripping her off. This resulted in a long windy arguement over the phone. We still won't refund her the tax.

I'm not sure the story won't end there.

An old FB left his business card on our front porch. I saw it first and pointed it out to RO who picked it up. On the back was written "Drink?" as the FB was as much a drinking buddy as anything.

It took me a few moments to remember who it was. And I think RO is a bit suspicious. I'm not sure what's going to happen here. Maybe I'll call him up and introduce him to RO. He's a nice guy and RO and I could use more friends.

Yesterday the managers at my day job did the mid year reviews-- we call it a calibration. We try to compare all the employees at a level with each other to see who is the strongest, the weakest, who deserves a promotion, and who diserves the boot.

It's very stressfull. I can't help but feeling that I am also beeing judged.

"Why isn't so-and-so shining? They have so many opportunities and a green field. Yet they are just doing a bit above average." That's a hard question to respond to.

It is competative. We all can't be above average. There are only so many dollars to go around and everytime you give one employee a bonus, you are taking away from another.

Should we give a few employees big bonuses and everyone else one nothing? This would show the star performers that we really value their work. It would also send out the message that we only value star performers and that if you want a little more, you should leave our team.

Should we give a little bit to everyone? Then what's the point of working hard? The stars are less interested, but on a team of sixty people, we all can't be stars.

Of course the answer is a balance between the two, a balance achieved through hours of debate.

I talked to my Toronot friends. They are so mid-30's and married.

One couple is about to have twins

Another's fifth child is on the way.

MD's mother in law is moving in. They bought a new house to make sure everyone has enough room.

C2 sent us "I am Legend" It's a half decent movie. Essentially a virus takes over the world, killing everyone except a handfull of immune people.

The pacing of the move is excellent. There are plot holes, but the story develops fast enough that you don't have time to think about them.

Why would a virus turn everyone into identical pasty white super fast and super strong zombies? Where are the kids? The obese? The short?

Somehow a kid and a slight woman can haul a bleeding and injured Will Smith into the safe house, at night, without the zombies noticing. A day later, the zombies find the safe house by smelling the left over blood.

All the bridges to Manhatten were blown up. How did the kid and the woman get onto, and off of, the island in that big SUV?

The store had a very bad day-- two huge refunds. RO felt very bad.

In some ways the refunds are good for our relationship. He understands that our sex my not be as hot as vacation sex with strangers, but, when things go bad, I'm still there.

Of course it would come back to haunt us. Mark had such a good time playing around in Vegas that he told me there is no passion in our relatinship. He thinks I'm only with him because I'm trapped-- I'm the major invester in the store, and if he leaves, if the store tanks, then I'm the one that gets screwed.

Yes, the store does affect our relationship, but not in the way fears. It's just more stress and more responsibility in my life. I now understand why mixing business with relationships is bad. I can't look at RO without somepart of the business popping into my mind.

"Any thing you can do, you and a bean counter can do more profitably!"

This is a silly milestone, but I feel like noting it anyways. For the first time in my life, I am writing a document, a manul & specification that the public will see and use, that has subheadings seven levels deep.

You know, sections as in.
Section 1. Introduction
Section 1.1 Overview
Section 1.1.1 External Assumptions

I keep imagining some pour soul actually trying to read and discuss this document.

"Hey, take a look at section 2.2.2.1.1.2.1.2. I'll admit I was a little bored after reading section 2.2.2.1.1.1.1.3, but section 2.2.2.1.1.2.1.2 really livened things up! "

I feel as if I have no soul. I don't care at all about this document or the people who read it. If it gives readers as much pain reading it as I feel writing it, then that's fine by me.

Contractual obligation writing at its finest.

RO is back from Vegas. He joked. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, except for the cigarette smoke." About a year ago Washington State banned smoking in bars and restaurants. I'm suprized how spoiled it has made us. RO and Boone complained that everything in Las Vegas smells like an ashtray.

Now, RO did play around in Vegas. He told me about it when he got back. He met a couple of guys there on vacation and they had a threesome.

I hope this is out of our system. I do not want to be one of those couples that's always out and looking for sex. It's so tiring and such a waste of time. I've got more importand things to do. And it feels shallow as well.

We'll see.

Oh yeah. Bates is about 50yo. gray hair and fit, about 5'10'' and one the thin side.

I am eating peanut butter on angel food cake. It is amazingly good. It also points to how frivolusly I am spending my time while RO is away.

Bates came over last night. We had a good dinner together. RO called half way through and we chatted for a while. RO gave Bates permission to have sex with me.

Bates and I did have sex. Not immediatly. At first we talked about how my relationship was important to me, and his relationship was important to him, and how sex could not affect our friendship. Then we had sex.

It was nice but not grand.

After Bates left, I called RO and told him. RO was very relieved. Now he believes I am open enough to tell him when I play around. He also believes my judgement is good enough that won't go to bathhouses or truck stops.

I'm not going to capitalize on this new found openness. I suspect RO will have his own little fling. But, after that everything can quiet down.

Anyways, it's time for some more peanut butter on angle food cake. RO gets back tomorrow. So I have to become the good and hard working husband again.

Since RO has been away, I have been amazingly lazy. I almost feel bad about. I'm not even cooking. If it wasn't for leftovers and cold cereal, my belly would be empty.

Tonight I am having a neighbour, Bates, over for dinner. His partner is away on a two month cruise (long story) So we are going to keep each other company.

RO is speculating that Bates and I will have sex. He thinks my type-- handsome, older & mature. RO isn't too far off the mark, but it's more complicated than that. I can't think sexually about Bates without thinking "What will RO say?" or "How would Bates's partner react?" or "Will this affect our friendship?"

On top of that, RO and I don't really have an open relationship. We have an understanding that it's OK if something happens while the other is away, provided we are open and honest about it. We haven't used that option yet and it's a big can of worms that I don't want to open.

RO is away in Las Vegas. He's shopping for the store at the Las Vegas World Market.

I never travel with him on these trip. I don't enjoy shopping for the store.

RO has to keep his cast on for at least two more weeks. His break hasn't healed at all. RO has been lifthing things with his broken arm. Now RO's doctor has has said that RO shouldn't even be wiggling his fingers.

RO keeps taking a dremel to his cast. When the cast itches too much, he takes a sliver off the lower part and little off the fingers.

I hope this doesn't slow down the heeling. His arm is now much more mobile.

I had lunch with Steven.

Steven has found a new job at his company. A promotion in fact. Steven is happy with that.

We talked about our boy friends, our friends, trust and friendshp and how hard those are to maintain.

Steven had me witness signing his divorce papers. It made me melancholy. I hoped Steven and Vic would reconcile. But, that is not to be. Their house has sold. The divorce papers are signed. Soon Vic will move on to the list of people I once knew-- people I'd like to keep in touch with, but never do, because time and distance keep us apart.

Saturday night, we had dinner at Matt and Sandy's. It was nice to see them. Though, to some extent, I am feeling a bit distant from them.

One thing that has occured to me over the past few months, is that I desire friends that are more upwardly mobile.

"Upwardly Mobile." That sounds too yuppie. What I mean is that I want friends who have long term goals. People who want to do more than earn money that they can spend goofing off, shopping, vacationing or entertaining themselves.

It's hard to find those people.

So, it's back to the grind for me. I'll admit, Sunday evening, after three weeks of vacation, that I didn't want to go back to my day job.

This week has been ok. I have enough work to keep me busy. Plus, a re-org is underway so no one is cracking the whip to make sure deadlines are being met. The higher ups have more important things to worry about.

Saturday night was QueenJ's birthday. C4 got his friends together and we all had dinner at a restaurant. Many of the A-list bears where there.

Many months ago RO confessed to me that a guy cruised him at our store. He met up with the guy in a parking lot and had a hand job. RO told me the guy was married and that he never saw him again.

The married guy was at QueenJ's birthday. RO pointed him out to me. I know him. He's not really married, but he is partnered.

I think RO is proud that guys cruise him. For me "guy plays around behind his partner's back" is a tired story. I think, one evening when RO and I go out, I'll flirt with the men-- just to let RO know he's not the only sexy man in Seattle.

At Two AM in the morning, RO and I woke to the sounds of a car engine revving, wheels spinning and smashing-- over and over again. We got up and saw a car stuck in the bushes below us. The driver freed it but then smashed into some trees. It veered down the hill and hit a parked car before it came to its final resting spot in some mud next to the ravine.

The neighbors were all out to watch the commotion. The police, ambulance and firemen showed up with in minutes.

The police said it was an older man in a diabetic shock. I'd still like to know more. This neighborhood is off the beaten path. It's weird to have a stranger show up and smash into half a dozen different things.

The nice part of the new years. Last night, the trio up the hill had a New Years Eve party. It was nice to see them. I had a fun evening, though RO cut lose a bit too much.

When we are announcing our New Years resolutions, RO said that his was to have sex with one of the guests-- a handsome barber. I told RO that that may be considered rude. RO then asked the barber "Would it be rude if it was my resolution to do you?"

The barber said "No"

RO turned me to me and said "It's OK, the barber doesn't think I'm rude."

I said "I consider that resolution to be rude."

When RO realized what he got himself into, he apologized profusely.

I'm still on vacation and trying to enjoy it. I have a bit of year end paper work to do at the store, but other than that I'm tring to organize and fix the house, relax and have some fun.

RO's arm is getting better. Sometimes it itches badly and he'll bang his cast or shove a coat hanger down it. But, mostly he's doing fine.

Christmas Day is over. The store is busy. RO and I are planning for the future. We want to get a great sign for the store, but those cost as much as a good new car. On the flip side, it may just be the thing we need to attract more business. Customers have told us that we don't look open.

Christmas Day its self was good. We had dinner with RO's extended family. For me, a day with RO's family is never relaxing. They love arguing and fighting.

The family has a gift grab where you bring a gift and place it under the tree. Then names are drawn. When your name comes up you have the choice of picking a gift from under the tree or stealing a gift from someone else.

Or, at least that's the way it's supposed to work. In reality the gift grab involves a half an hour of arguing over the rules-- how often and under what circumstances gifts can be stolen, how long the game goes on, stuff like that. The game starts when everyone is tired of arguing over the rules. Notice I said "tired of arguing over the rules" and not "agrees on the rules." The gift grab then proceeds until someone figures out how to game the system. All hell breaks loose. Gifts are given out, taken back. Turns are undone. The rules are corrected. This proceeds for hours until all the gifts are gone and everyone is through arguing.

After RO's family, RO and I went over to our neighbors for drinks. It was good to see them. They live a much more calm life.

On Thursday, RO broke his arm in three places. He is doing well. His ego was hurt more than his body.

Thursday, morning we had breakfast at Andrea's. Then I took RO snowboarding for his first time.

I feel a little responsible for his accident. When I teach someone how to snowboard, I usually spend an hour with them on the bunny hill, so they can learn important but frustrating things like how to fall.

RO didn't want to spend time on the bunny hill. He felt the shallow decent and the slow speeds would frustrate him and that he would learn faster on a real hill. I made him promise that he wouldn't stick out his arms when he fell.

The first few times down the bigger hill went well. He fell often, but that is to be expected for a beginner. By the fourth time down, he only fell once.

We had dinner and beer. Then we hit the hill again. RO decided to go fast. Half way down he faltered and instinctively stuck out his arm. He said that the moment he stuck out his arm, he knew it was the wrong thing to do. Before he could pull his arm in, he hit the snow. He heard his arm crack.

At first he hoped it was just a sprain. So we went home and he tried to sleep it off. His arm throbbed all night and he slept poorly.

The next morning he went to his doctor who confirmed his arm was broken. Fortunately, the bones were properly set.

RO's arm is now in a cast. We are still going to the store. I think he's having fun telling customers how he broke it.

RO has regained contact with one of his kids.

Many years ago, RO went through a very bad divorce. I'm not sure of the details, but he lost everything including permission to see his children.

Months ago he ran across his eldest daughter on MySpace. He emailed her. Last week she responded. They are exchanging emails.

She is a bit confused and doesn't understand why RO never kept in touch. From what I understand RO's ex-wife was very well connected to various judges in the Family Court Circut. Every time RO had custody of the kids, his wife would haul him back into court and accuse him of violating some detail of their divorce agreement. Eventually RO ran out money and could no longer defend himself.

I am about to take off for three weeks of vacation. I am looking forward to this. I haven't taken enough time off this year. I will still help around the store, but I won't need to attend to my day job.

The cards did arrive, but two days late. Yes, we used the internet mailing service, but I think we submitted the order too late. It's hard to judge how long mail will take to be delivered. In this case we tried to time it so that the cards would arrive on a Friday, but we misjudged.

The rain has subsided here. Don't get me wrong, it's still raining, after all this is Seattle. But we are back to the regular drizzle, not the four-inches-in-one-day down pour.

On December 3rd, Bremerton, a city accross the sound from Seattle, received between seven and ten inches of rain.

We had a stressful/bad weekend at the store. We brought two jewelry designers in and we spend a few thousand dollars sending out a mailer to promote the event.

The postcards didn't get to our customers.

We feel so stupid. Sales were ok, but they should have been spectacular.

We got a In-This-Year-Of-My-Life Christmas letter from our neighbor, Bates.

One of the low-lightes---

Bates is a train engineer. This year his train rain over two people, making a career total of eight. He's said that suicide by train is not uncommon. It's easy and it can be carried out by fence-sitters. I'm not commiting suicide. I'm walking down a train track with my tunes cranked up.

One case was more tragic. Two sets of train tracks were next to each other. A lady put pennies on the right most tracks. She then walked back to the left most tracks to watch the train squash the pennies.

The train was actually on the left set of tracks tracks.