Ninth Day of Evermore Fridays

I didn’t end up getting to bed until after 6am. That’s just how I roll.

Dana woke me up at about 2pm so we could go down to the City Clerk’s office to apply for our marriage license. After being told the clerk’s office wouldn’t take checks, and there would be a three dollar surcharge for using a debit/credit card, the lady said, “Is that okay? Well, I mean. I guess it’s not okay. It just is. I mean….”

“Nah. It’s alright,” I told her. I nodded my head toward Dana. “She’s worth the extra $3.”

Came home. Ate some more brats while watching another episoimagede of Superstore. Finished setting up the home gym. If I don’t lose 30 pounds by next summer, I’m going to have some ‘splaining to do.

Dana continued to organize her bedroom.

We ended the day by watching London Has Fallen. The movie got me in a tizzy. First, while watching, I decided to visualize President Ascher as President Trump. It made the movie more of a horror movie. Way too much ‘Murica… and having the hero be as much of an aggressor as a protector left a bad taste in my mouth. Twenty years ago, I’m sure I wouldn’t have given the movie a second thought beyond “cool explosions!” But, in light of the current state of affairs: a gung-ho, kill ’em where they stand presidential candidate, mass shootings triggered by the thought that, “dem fuckbags iz different than me,” and the mind boggling meme war that erupts on social media as a reaction, it’s not too hard to see the movie reflecting our culture.

No way would I ever argue that movies like it shouldn’t be made. I’d just prefer that the attitudes presented were hyperbolic and satirical rather than common enough to make a champion of those beliefs a legitimate presidential candidate.

We put on one more movie for Dana to fall asleep to: Total Recall (the remake, not the original). Dana has drifted off, and I’m finishing this entry while watching the rest of it. I got up to the scene where a chick shows off her three breasts, and started getting into a mental loop… something along the lines of, “Sheesh, just like the original. Classic movie moment, glad they included it again.”

I remember seeing remakes of older movies when I was younger. Movies that were made before I was born: Ocean’s 11, The Italian Job, Frankenstein, Dracula, The Fly, Invasion of the Body Snatchers… others. My thinking then was it was great to see these movies for the first time in a cinematic form that was more in line with my movie expectations.

Watching that scene in Total Recall, I thought, why bother making a remake? The first one is fine just the way it is. It’s not that old. It’s in color… crap… no… I’m just old enough that state-of-the-art that I’ve experienced is just old shit now.

I only have one minor thing on my todo list for tomorrow — restring some cords running around the basement workout area. That’s basically nothing. Oh, the paperwork routine needs doing. After that… we’ll just have to see which part of the chaos is irritating me the most.





Seventh Day

Just a real quick one this evening (although it’s nearing 1:00am again):

I didn’t get nearly as much accomplished as I wanted to. The floor mats were laid out in the basement. The home gym bottom stabilizer was put in place along with the treadmill, bike, and shaking machine. The shaking machine was the only thing that got reassembled. The rest can wait until tomorrow… or the next day.

Dana and I got caught up with Gotham and watched an episode of Stitchers. Dana fell asleep while I watched Airplane! — a classic that’s requires re-watching every so often.


Day 3

Commence sleep cycle shift. I really didn’t accomplish much today: organized paperwork and moved a dresser from the basement to Dana’s room. Watched a bit of the second season of Daredevil on Netflix; took a long nap.

These entries aren’t going to be a blast to follow. And, chances are life is going to become so routine that it won’t seem there’s much use to saying the same thing over and over again. But, I’d like to try to make this a daily habit if for no other reason than to force myself to reflect on the day’s accomplishments or lack thereof.

Dana headed to German Valley to spend time with her family. She should be back on Sunday. I’m going to force myself to set aside “work” tomorrow and just absorb myself in Fallout 4. Goal.

My tenant has posted some nice pictures of her settling into the Racine house. That makes me glad. Of course, it’ll take some getting used to seeing pictures of my house that’s not my home.

Looking ahead, I’m hoping to finish moving stuff out of the Racine basement on Monday/Tuesday and putting all that split living to rest (except for the garage, which is just going to wait for awhile). While it would be nice to completely de-clutter moved stuff from the living areas of the first floor next week, I wouldn’t mind getting out in the kayaks with Dana. In fact, I think we should make that a priority. The first floor de-clutter will get done, and I’ve got to transition from the “get it done asap” mentality to “sorting and organizing is going to be your job when Dana goes back to work. Start taking it easy.”

We’ve also got to get our marriage license applied for this upcoming week.

Two years and one month to the day. That’s how long it took to get under one roof. It took fourteen months and eight days to sort through 99% of the stuff in my parents house (there’s still one drawer in my father’s bedroom I need to work through).

I’m not feeling highly motivated at the moment. But, for the first time in a long time, that doesn’t bother me. With the weight of working in RUSD off my shoulders, I can handle the rest of what I’m carrying.

Oh, and I uncovered my chin. Dana wants me to shave the rest of it off, but I’m kind of digging the look. I’m going for the civil war era mutton chop at the moment.

Now for a couple more episodes of Daredevil (and beading. Although I say I’m watching TV, I’m really working on some sort of project.)