a walk in the park

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Shobhit and Laney are currently tied for the top spot on the next Social Review rankings. Or at least, they were before last night. Historically I haven't been this invested in whether he retains the number one spot, but with Laney being retired and living only six weeks away, we are hanging out nearly every weekend. It's giving her an unfair advantage. So I'm rooting for him!

Shobhit is also currently on Weight Watchers. He's not only obsessively tracking Weight Watchers "points," but he's obsessively trying to meet steps goals each day, and each week. He wasn't quite at his daily goal yesterday, so after he attended a meeting regarding windows for our building and their part in the eventual project re-siding the entire building, he wanted to go for a walk. I happily joined him. And, as long as we weren't merely walking somewhere to run an errand, I have always given Social Review points for just going for a walk.

At first he suggested we walk to the QFC on Broadway and Pike and back, which was all he needed to reach his steps goal. I decided that was boring and suggested we walk to the north end of Cal Anderson Park and back. So that's what we did.

Cal Anderson's green space has been fenced off for rejuvenation. Not too long ago the police department did their latest sweep of the homeless people setting up camp there, which of course they did when the weather was incredibly cold. I'm very ambialent about it all, in spite of the idea that I should just straight up be on the side of the homeless people. The more people set up camp there with tents, though, even with toilets and garbage cans available, the more they just trash the place. And I want a nice, neighborhood park as much as anyone who lives near there.

I have no solution as to where those people were supposed to go, except this: the city needs to provide more housing. It really doesn't matter what the opposing argument is (they're drug addicts, they're mentally unwell), the only immediate solution is to provide housing. And I'm not talking about shelters with restrictions on hours, pets, and sometimes family separation.

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Anyway! A fair amount of the walk was frustrating to me because Shobhit talked and talked, almost exclusively about money. He wants me to care about money in an intricate way that I almost certainly never will. He wants me to learn how to manage investments, and I truly could not be bothered to care. To him, just saving money isn't enough. Honestly, it truly wouldn't matter how much more interest I managed, it would never be enough for him anyway. When it comes to this sort of stuff there's never any satisfying him, until we've spent the entirety of our lives amassing wealth that we never bothered to enjoy by the time we die. How fun!

While Shobhit was at his meeting, I watched a show on Max that I am so, so glad Laney recommended. It's called Sort Of, and it stars nonbinary first-generation Pakistani-Canadian Muslim Bilal Baig as Sabi, a nonbinary first-generation Pakistani-Canadian Muslim living in Toronto and working as a nanny. I finished season one last night while Shobhit was out and it was so, so good.

I guess the third season is just out, but I just learned that's it for the show, which has apparently been canceled. Evidently that's how Baig wanted it anyway, so there's that.

After we got back from our walk, Shobhit did some fiddling with how my IRA funds are invested. Eventually we watched the third episode of Fellow Travelers, an incredibly hot show about two insanely hot gay men, portrayed by two insanely hot gay men. I'd have loved to watch more but I needed to go to bed.

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[posted 12:30 pm]