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Getting-ready-for-Thanksgiving playlist:

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"I don't have a turkey costume, one; and two, where the hell did that come from?" -- Mr. Galore to Mrs. Galore

work

What I've been up to at my job:

1. I was interviewed in Running Times and deemed to not be "puritanical and preachy" as the interviewer had feared.

2. I narrated this video, which is now being shown at some college film festival somewhere.

3. In researching the second item for this column, I learned that it is possible to play Lemmings on the internet.

4. There's a picture of me in this slideshow.

5. I, along with the rest of my building, was mooned at length and with great enthusiasm by a woman in a hotel room across the street.

By the by, I'll be shifting job responsibilities starting next week, moving from the editorial department for a time to concentrate on becoming intimately knowledgeable about the new website we plan to launch in February.

hot hot heat

We recently had a bit of a water heater mishap. It involved much wetness. We spent five days in the company of fans and a dehumidifier, which were very noisy. And we were told to keep the heat up to speed up the drying. So we turned the thermostat on the lower level to 72 degrees. And the middle level turned into Florida.

Kudos to Friend Jon B., who uncomplainingly spent a night in the tropics.

father knows best

Father Galore escaped left Indiana and came to visit us a few weeks ago!

First we met him in Portland, where he joined us in dining with many of our favorite Portland people (who also happen to be some of our favorite people, period).

Then he came up to Seattle, where the first order of business was to sample the most delightful of its many delights.



Father Galore was there to comfort us following the sad demise of Jack.


The loss of Jack was the sort of difficult time wherein the only consolation is a new day planner.


Then it was down to Tacoma for Friend Katie's volleyball game. Her team was very much the underdog, and then they won, and then I was hoarse the whole next day. Here she is serving faster than the speed of light.


Victory beer!


Oh yes, and Brother Galore joined us for a voting party, which seems to have turned out quite well.


I unfortunately don't have pictorial evidence of the evening that Father Galore walked a mile back to our place in the pouring rain wearing his scooter helmet, but I'm sure it was a sight to behold.

We miss Father Galore already and can't wait to see him, as well as Mom and Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles and Cousins Galore, at Christmas.

contentment

We talked last Sunday about busyness, and saying yes and no to things, and how fulfillment can come from choosing what you say yes to, instead of letting your priorities be driven by what you feel forced to say no to. So I thought about the things that I say yes to:

• relationships -- especially the one with Mr. Galore
• community -- especially the Mennonite one
• living lightly on the earth
  

... and was pleased to discover that I do in fact tend to arrange my priorities around these things, and this may explain why I feel satisfied and content with my life right now.

I'm so content, in fact, that I could just hug a rack of feather boas.

qooc

There is a lot going on, a lot to blog. So, uh, look for that soon. In the meantime, some quotes out of context:

"I had a good idea while I was tipsy. Which means it has an asterisk. Which means it's like two good ideas." -- Mr. Galore

"That was very wise, and very unlike you." -- Mrs. Galore to her father

Yes We Can

reasons i love ballard, #2188

If it's good enough for the New York Times, it's good enough for us.