Let me preface the following vent session by saying that Spokane’s a pretty neat town so far. Much like Reno it has a hidden charm; it’s a comfortable place with a very outdoor-oriented culture and nice down-to-earth people. But, something in the stars is directing its sick sense of humor in our direction lately. For instance,
The fridge in the apartment broke and spoiled a good portion of the food I just bought. Thanks the gods we are living in an apartment and I had a new fridge the next day.
Towhead has had a delayed reaction to the move. Albeit in spurts, my sweet affectionate and eager-to-please daughter has become an obnoxious and defiant monster who seems determined to slam her tiny fist down on every button I possess. She’s getting better, slowly. But man is it hard to cope with difficult situations when someone spends all day pissing you off. But hell, would things really be all that different if I was working all day? Not really.
After pulling an 18-inch long thing out of the dog’s bum, I discovered she had tapeworms. (I know, too much information, but it lets you share a little bit of the shock and disgust that still makes my skin crawl.) Thank the gods for Mr. A’s boss who recommended a great vet where we got the problem taken care of the next morning.
The truck needs to be serviced ($$$) and when we got it back Wednesday night, the problem is still not completely fixed.
The Civic also sounds like it needs a tune up.
The fantabulous plans I had for Mr. A and my Valentine’s Day dinner went to hell. The restaurant I wanted to go to (and still do) is a fancy medieval pub-type place set underground in downtown. However, they had over 1 ½ hour wait when we showed up at 6:30 and Towhead was hungry. After visiting four other restaurants we ended up at a Texas BBQ that, while not half bad, was really not what we had in mind.
I can’t seem to get the mailman to deliver my mail.
The obsessive compulsive part of me is chomping at the bit. I can’t seem to make efficient use of my time because some detail, large or small, is always going wrong. And, neo-Luddite though Mr. A and I may be, functioning without internet for over a week has been really difficult. But enough of the vent session. Things are getting better, slowly. But slow progress is still progress. And the side bonus is that I have been writing more. That, and running, usually help rid me of most of my buried frustrations. Oddly enough, it helps with the loneliness too.
Mr. A has been busy, and though overwhelmed by all the new information and gear that’s been thrown at him, he seems to be getting to do some cool things. He spent two days last week at a training session for rocket-netting birds and checked out a few restoration project sites. And how unreal is it that he’s been able to chase moose through town, observe them in some forested areas around town, and dispose of a dead sow and her calf? However, between the moose drool and the dead deer he had to retrieve off someone’s property I may need in invest in some better stain removers.
All joking aside, Spokane has some pretty cool things going for it, like the Centennial Trail, a roughly 50-mile paved running/bike trail that runs through the center of town. Much of it runs right next to the river and the scenery is absolutely beautiful, even in the snowy gray that blankets the city most days.
Other cool things I’ve found so far:
Manito Park is right in the middle of one of Spokane’s older neighborhoods. There’s a lilac garden (Spokane is actually known as the “Lilac City”), a rose garden reminiscent of the one in Portland, large trees, and several ponds.
Huckleberry’s is your standard natural foods store but they have all the bulk items I crave plus some. It’s not a place where I want to shop regularly, but it definitely provides many of the organic, local, and specialty items I go looking for sometimes.
Riverfront Park has an indoor carousel, a sky gondola, cool views of the river, and an Irish pub with great food right across the street.
Well, there’s the update for those of you who’ve been waiting for it. By the way, if anyone knows of a good place to bury a mailman, I may need that information soon.