I Am a Terrible Communicator

This bit of awsomeness is Meadhall, in Cambridge, Mass.

My God, people. I'm alive. You can stop your worried emails and posts on Facebook. I'm here. I don't have knee cancer. I'm alive and writing.

This is not an incremental blog. You won't often read about the mundane goings on of one's life. But I've been lax about entertaining you lately. So here's what you've been missing out on.

CAMBRIDGE
I took the bus down to visit TW (also known as T-Dubs. Eight Ball and I think it's an awesome nickname). Of course, I waited until it was in the upper 80s to visit her air conditioning-less apartment. I lost 2 pounds in water weight. That's a good thing, because I've put on seven pounds of non-water weight since the knee flared up in May.

We did nothing. Well, next to nothing. Tuesday night, we went to a bar after her shift at work, to a place called The Thirsty Scholar. It's a well-known Ivy League bar. I had a Diet Coke, T-Dubs went for a margarita on the rocks. It was a cute place.

Wednesday we walked to MIT and checked out their student union. T-Dubs noticed the largest routers we have ever seen. With good reason: the student union at MIT is named for William H. Gates. It was a lovely, obtuse building. It was also difficult to photograph.

Naturally, we ended up at a bar with 100 beers on tap. T-Dubs tried (and drank!) about half of a milk stout. The fish and the fries and the burger were quite good.

It sounds like nothing, but it gets our wheels spinning. Believe it or not, we're tired of moving. T-Dubs likes Cambridge. She likes Boston. We window shopped for condos in the area. Fortunately, I'll be returning to Cambridge soon. As in about 12 hours from now. I was going to try to clean out T-Dubs' apartment as her rotation ends tomorrow. The plan was to bring all her stuff back to Portland on the bus with me.

Have you ever tried to lift a suitcase that contains a 30-pound medical textbook? That's why I'm driving back tomorrow morning.

THE FOURTH
I really just wanted to insert this picture.
They got Lobby the Lobster and his sea pals, the Mussels!
It was decided at around 1:30 p.m. on the afternoon of Sunday, July 3, that we were going to have a lobster bake. I was not in charge of the lobster cooking, for some reason.

The advantage of having a chef for a roommate — and of having his chef brother visiting — is we could turn over the mussel preparation to the experts. The boys went nuts, providing some kind of white wine and butter sauce. I don't like seafood. This was good stuff.

And then we ate a lot. That's really all I've got for you. I don't lead an exciting life.

HOME LIFE
Awwww.
I'm pretty sure she is being submissive to oxygen in the air.
Just a quick update on the leg. Surgery was two weeks ago. I'm capable of running and biking (though I should not). There has been virtually no pain. I plan on starting bikram yoga very soon. Mostly for your entertainment on this blog.

There are more Daisy shenanigans to report, but we'll save that for tomorrow. That's right. Tomorrow. I'm back on the daily blogging train. Woooot. I'll try to take pictures as I drive to and from Cambridge. I'll try to run over something for you.

Comments

  1. JillJuly 6, 2011 at 5:33 PM

    Hey. You started it with the P90X blog experiment, which by the way, is most likely over. So when you don't blog, Denmark is concerned. 54-5-6.

    I'm glad to hear the knee is doing well. I was on crutches four weeks after both of my surgeries. Just saying.

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  2. JPJuly 6, 2011 at 7:52 PM

    You're saying I'm a fast healer?

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  3. JillJuly 7, 2011 at 8:07 AM

    That, or, the surgery wasn't as intense as mine and you are lucky. :)

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  4. CatherineJuly 7, 2011 at 1:46 PM

    I am so dying to hear about the Bikram yoga experiment. I mean, I know you went (at least) that one time in SLC, but this'll be different. Mostly because you won't have Jimmy to hold your hand. If you have questions, please ASK! (But here's a pre-emptive, "Yes, that's normal.")

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