There is nothing useful about remembering what happened on 9/11, so I won’t do it.
My refusal to participate is not a denial of the event, or a political statement, or a kind of commentary on the worth of the people whose lives were affected by the events of that day. I simply don’t need a day like this to remember that I’m American, especially one that commemorates the successful killing of thousands of Americans by people who do not share my beliefs.
I wrote this entry on June 20, 2006, but did not post it until today.
After a nice evening dinner and playtime in the park - spawned by yet another evening of a completely uninhabitable eating area at home - we returned home to prep the kids for bed and another day’s cycle of painters-gone-wild self-inflicted eviction.
In this hotel in Akihabara, Japan, you sleep inside a coffin-sized capsule.
I find myself driving a lot more often than I would like. During those times, I am usually listening to my XM radio. The XM tuner uses an FM modulator that allows me to tune my radio to an otherwise empty channel and listen to satellite radio.
I also have a Creative Zen Micro that I use on longer trips to listen to audiobooks. I’m using some Belkin-brand FM modulator to listen to the Zen playback on channel 107.3.
The funny thing is that these two devices don’t always work as intended, and I think it’s the fault of the iPod.
Friday night, while the remains of Ernesto howled through Twin Hills, Abby and Riley hung out at Pop-Pop’s house and Berta and I spent the night alone.
Having recently watched a Food Network show, “Good Eats”, where the host explains how to make your own sushi at home, we decided that we would rather have someone make it for us. We dined at Aoki, and sat at the sushi bar. We didn’t get to order anything fancy, instead opting to eat off the menu. I don’t think the chefs at the bar were too enthusiastic to be creative with their food construction, and have become a bit too Americanized with an expectation that if it’s not on the menu, then it’s not available. In any case, the food was tasty.
We considered going to see a movie, but the next showing of the movie we wanted to see was not until late, so instead we went over to the mall to shop for a bed. Yes, I know movies and beds are not even close to the same thing.
We came to the Sleep Number store in the mall, and waited for the sales guy to free up from these two daft ladies who weren’t going to buy anything. We asked a few questions, tried out the beds. I think my sleep number is 35, but that might change with the arrival of our own bed.
The Sleep Number bed is basically a mattress with several air chambers that inflate to provide support. The mattress is fully inflated at 100, and gets softer the lower the number goes. There is a remote-operated pump that puts air into the mattress and lets it out. Each side of the bed can be inflated or deflated separately, so we can both sleep in comfort on our own side of the bed.
The bed we picked has a kind of cushion built into the mattress top. It’s not that temper-foam stuff, but it’s squishy and nice. It’s a king size, so it should fill the room a bit more (our bedroom is big and looks really empty) than our current queen. The bed will also come with a wireless remote rather than two wired remotes. Our bedroom is going to have more remotes than the family room soon. One for the TV, one for the light/fan, and one for the bed. Crazy.