KAP + CRK (2002-2022)
Mostly sunny today, some clouds. Hot again. Our high was 93˚F, with a hat index of 105˚F.
I was up at 5:30 a.m., after going to bed about 11 p.m., and by 6 or so I was working on the new plioplatecarpine paper. That is, the paper describing a new plioplatecarpine mosasaur. But I ran out of steam about 8:30. I mostly worked on the sections about the jugals and dentaries.
Anyway, today is mine and Kathryns' 20th anniversary. No, not of marriage. It is the anniversary of the beginning of our choosing to be in a monogamous, marriage-like relationship, every bit as committed to one another as any married couple. Twenty long, weird, wonderful, often hard years. Since then, I've left Birmingham, spent five years in Atlanta, then ten in Providence, the, it turns out unwisely, returned to Birmingham. Most of what I have written was written after 2002. It has been a huge chunk of my life, and I am grateful that Kathryn was here with me for the whole sordid mess, through the good and the bad. It is no joke when I say that, oftentimes, I do not know how she endured me. I would be lost without her. I doubt I would have lived past 2005. She's a hell of a lot more than I deserve.
We may survive another ten. We shall see.
Last night, we watched the last episode of Season Four of Stranger Things. It isn't perfect. There are really too many characters now, and the sense of place has been blown. But it still quite good, and the last hour or so of the final episode was gold. And yeah, Kate Bush, for all those kiddos who were not listening to her in 1983, and last night, a well-timed drop of Moby. We also tried, a couple of nights ago, to watch Season Three of The Umbrella Academy, but it's kinda godawful and lost. I think all they had was two seasons worth of story, at best. We watched three episodes, and I doubt we'll watch more.
That's all for now.
Later Tater Bean,
Aunt Beast
3:29 p.m.
I was up at 5:30 a.m., after going to bed about 11 p.m., and by 6 or so I was working on the new plioplatecarpine paper. That is, the paper describing a new plioplatecarpine mosasaur. But I ran out of steam about 8:30. I mostly worked on the sections about the jugals and dentaries.
Anyway, today is mine and Kathryns' 20th anniversary. No, not of marriage. It is the anniversary of the beginning of our choosing to be in a monogamous, marriage-like relationship, every bit as committed to one another as any married couple. Twenty long, weird, wonderful, often hard years. Since then, I've left Birmingham, spent five years in Atlanta, then ten in Providence, the, it turns out unwisely, returned to Birmingham. Most of what I have written was written after 2002. It has been a huge chunk of my life, and I am grateful that Kathryn was here with me for the whole sordid mess, through the good and the bad. It is no joke when I say that, oftentimes, I do not know how she endured me. I would be lost without her. I doubt I would have lived past 2005. She's a hell of a lot more than I deserve.
We may survive another ten. We shall see.
Last night, we watched the last episode of Season Four of Stranger Things. It isn't perfect. There are really too many characters now, and the sense of place has been blown. But it still quite good, and the last hour or so of the final episode was gold. And yeah, Kate Bush, for all those kiddos who were not listening to her in 1983, and last night, a well-timed drop of Moby. We also tried, a couple of nights ago, to watch Season Three of The Umbrella Academy, but it's kinda godawful and lost. I think all they had was two seasons worth of story, at best. We watched three episodes, and I doubt we'll watch more.
That's all for now.
Later Tater Bean,
Aunt Beast
3:29 p.m.