How could I have forgotten to post a picture of this fine rolling metal cabinet? This is now my desktop pic, an artifact from an otherwise disappointing expedition that Kristen and I took to Boeing Surplus a couple weeks ago:
Please don't tell anybody I took this or I'll get sent to airplane jail. Apparently -- because this wet, rust-encrusted swap meet down in Kent is still an official Boeing facility -- you're not allowed to take pictures. Hence the stealthy crotch shot. (Sorry, Kristen.)
So for the promised post-holiday post, I meant to take a picture of my favorite Xmas present -- a cool industrial lamp from my sister's work, made out of half-inch steel and some weird aerospace composite fiber stuff -- but waiting to do that will delay this entry further. So you'll just have to come over and see it. When my grandmother watched me testing it on Christmas Day, she said to my sister (it's sort of a reddish light), "That's what he turns on for his seduction scene."(!) Heidi's in town, I told her that, and she said, "Ooh, I want to see it."
The other remarkable Xmas gifts included some great old reproduced photos, a shredder (classic Dad gift), a printed-out copy of my dad's Christmas sermon at the VA hospital (he does pretty much the same one every year, which I love -- I've tried to master his delivery of "Eee-MAN-you-el... God WITH us!"), and... a bunch of money.
Personally, I've had it with the money. Now that I've pretty much completed the grownup transition from Xmas partaker to Xmas provider, the urge to just pocket the Xmas money is overwhelming. I think it's just a weird teenage holdover -- like we're kids (my sister and I) and they can't possibly know what we want, so money's just the best possible gift. But, of course, we're grownups and we have our own money to buy the things we want, and if you don't know what we like, the solution is to get to know us better -- not write us a check. But maybe I should be careful what I wish for. (And just write checks myself next year.)
Now it's New Year's and people are coming over to inhale anthrax under the Space Needle with Heidi and me. I keep seeing all these pictures today --
-- and I'm wondering, what exactly are these people planning to shoot at? Hijacked planes? Viet Cong?