I guess you could say it's our one minute, forty-five seconds of fame. King 5 News in Seattle came by the house this morning to do a quick story about the trip, this web site and the gadgetry we're using to document our travels. The story will run at noon today in Seattle on King 5 News (and possibly at 5). Our friend and star King 5 reporter Ray Lane came to do the story, which is happening at the last possible moment for us.
Sachi did an awesome job. She says she fears speaking in public, but man she's eloquent.
I got to talk about gadgetry and web site- something I never tire of discussing.
We both can't wait to see what actually makes it into the story. We're hoping some shots of Amos make it. :)
I know this is late notice, but Sachi and I will be on The Chris Pirillo Show tonight, which is a live audio show on the Web. You can listen to the live stream of the show starting at 6pm tonight (PST). I think we'll be on 7:30-ish.
Get involved if you wish by calling 877-414-5856 to ask questions, etc. If you miss it, you'll be able to listen for a while here. I wonder what Chris is going to ask?
As Sachi mentioned earlier, our full days in Seattle are almost up. Tomorrow morning we leave for Banff, Canada for a workshop and we return on December 8th, and then leave home for the trip (New York City) on the 11th. So, we have today, and next Friday and Saturday as "normal" days.
The question is, what can you do in 3 days to feel like you've taken advantage of what home has to offer? From talking to people, it's the small and seemingly insignificant things that you miss most. So, we're taking some time to have a normal Saturday morning. This involves getting up and making coffee eating breakfast, turning on the Dub-Reggae KEXP show "Positive Vibrations" and relaxing with the dog. Soon enough we'll get in gear and get to work, but for now, home feels really, really good.
Leaving this mutt is not going to be fun. We're trying to enjoy the time we have, which often includes full access to nap-time on the couch and bed.
So, for these last couple of weeks, I think the monetorium is slipping a bit. We used to be concerned with the question of whether to maximize and take advantage of home, eating, drinking and experiencing all we can, or minimizing and prepare for a different lifestyle.
I’d say we’re switching into a maximalist mode as things seem to have this use-it-or-lose it quality. We’re constrained of course, but much more likely to join friends for dinner, have a cocktail at our favorite places and take advantage of what home has to offer.
In some ways, with work mostly behind us, the trip has begun and is currently focused on experiencing the people and places of our home is
Sachi's brother Mark, also-known-as my brother-in-law, current roommate, future house-sitter, Amos care-taker and all around great guy, ran the Seattle half-marathon this morning and finished in just over two hours. Nice work Mark!
Even more impressive, he went almost directly from the half-marathon to the tailgate party for the Seahawks game today. Oh, the kids today. ;)
I really wish I could tell this story and have it be true...
Over the weekend I was kayaking and went over a 20 foot waterfall and dislocated my left shoulder.
The problem is that the actual story of dislocating my shoulder is much much less glamorous. Our house has a backyard and in that backyard is a shed and within that shed are various bags of fertilizer, peat moss, soil, etc. Evidently, we have critters that enjoy scratching open the bags and spilling the innards out onto the floor, in search of food I suppose. It bugs the hell out of me.
I recently discovered, in said shed, giant mouse traps (rat traps) left by the previous owner and spent a little while figuring out how to set it. Upon setting it and scoping out the perfect location to place it, I bent over and carefully placed the trap onto the floor using my left arm. Just as I let go of the trap, which could easily break a finger, SNAP!, it went off. I must have jumped a foot into the air with my arm recoiling.
It happened instantaneously but long enough for me to hear IT happen- the removal of my humerus from the shoulder socket.
6 months ago, when looking forward to the weeks before the trip, I would have guessed that the excitement and anticipation would be overwhelming. My Mom wondered recently in an email if I’ve been losing sleep (which seems completely plausible at this point).
Here at the 2 week marker, we are incredibly excited, let there be no doubt. But, are we as excited as we would have guessed? No. Are we losing sleep? No. Are we at peace? Sort of. It's like the trip is something so different and life altering compared to what we've experienced previously that the normal excitement doesn't apply.
We’ve been talking about how it feels right now and the basic idea is that the trip is too big to be excited about in the way that we would look forward to a 2 week vacation. We’ve been planning and mentally preparing for so long that we’re in a kind of a “zone” where we are intently focused on finishing the long list of tasks that will finally enable us to leave our home with a clear conscience. I don’t think that we can allow ourselves the euphoric excitement that we expect until we’re done preparing, or perhaps the moment we step on the first plane and leave it all behind.
Until then we’ll just keep counting the days, tying the loose ends and awaiting the arrival of the biggest adventure of our lives so far. Then, I think you'll be reading about excitement.
Tonight is a Wednesday night, but not just any Wednesday night, it’s the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. So, it’s like a Friday, but one on the verge of a 4 day weekend for most people in the
On a week like this, the weekend starts early. The normal cycle of the week where we work, work, work for 5 days and play for two suddenly changes. We do love our weekends and look forward to them with great anticipation. Two extra days- that’s a good reason to party.
Something’s missing now though. With the trip starting in just days, the work/play schedule is losing traction. What we call “school nights” are bleeding into weekends and the cause for weekly celebration is just not as exciting.
Of course, this is a pretty great problem to have, but one that feels strange nonetheless. I think we’re going to have to adjust to a new schedule and one that doesn’t recognize the work week. Wow, that does sound pretty damn good and we are very, very thankful.
We figure that less hair means less things we have to keep clean. You might enjoy this set of pictures of my haircut.