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Thursday, June 15, 2000
Two years ago: Fool Serious Dinner
Three years ago: By Craft and Violence
Jack was still feeling crappy this morning. I thought to myself that if I didn't see improvement by the end of the day, I'd be staying here Friday also! We woke up around seven, and Jack took the anti-inflammatory prescribed for him, and also more vicodin. We both then slept again, me for a few hours, and Jack most of the morning.
Things were better in the afternoon. I badgered Jack into getting up and walking across the parking lot to pick up his mail. I thought this was a short enough distance that it would be doable for him. He took the pressure in good spirits. He knew that he'd feel better if he moved around.
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By the evening Jack wanted to go to his weekly science fiction club meeting, at least for part of it. I'd never been to the actual meeting before, though I've met most of the regular attendees. It was certainly a good thing that we saw a notice about the group in the "every other weekly" alternative paper, when Jack first moved up here! He's met a lot of congenial folks through the group.
I drove to the Teriyaki Bar downtown. My good parking karma meant that I got a space very close, so Jack didn't have to walk far (otherwise I'd have dropped him off). This was the first time the club was meeting at this restaurant. I hope they don't drive it out of business! Their former home was a nice cafe that had to close (not really because of the club, of course). The meetings they held on campus in between the old and new places didn't get that good of a turnout.
The waitress guided us to the meeting room in the back. I was amused by the bicycle that an employee had parked in this "banquet room." There was also a large chest freezer, but we didn't help ourselves to the frozen meat inside. Jack and I shared a garlic chicken bowl -- very tasty, with diced tomato added to the usual chicken, and a bit of parmesan cheese on top. That sounds Italian, but it wasn't; it was its own thing entirely.
There was a good turnout of other club members. Jack showed almost all of them the polaroid of his gall bladder (taken by his request since hospital regs forbid taking your removed organs home in a jar these days). He also showed people his incisions, and didn't wait to be asked, which made me giggle. Luckily no one was too shocked or horrified by the small dressings, though some didn't seem overjoyed.
We left after an hour or so, when Jack felt himself starting to fade.
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On the way back to the house, we stopped at the park overlooking Bellingham Bay and watched the sunset. So nice! Jack with his arm around me, and finally feeling better (though still very tired). He told me how much he appreciated how good I've been to him, and how glad he is that I'm in his life. That's always good to hear! He's concerned that he isn't bringing good things into my life, but more problems -- I disagreed. I like that he appreciates me and thinks I'm cool! The distance from Bellingham to Seattle is an inconvenience, but I think it's handle-able.
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Cheerfulness, sir, is the principle ingredient in the composition of health.
-- Arthur Murphy
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