It
is a glorious day in Pacifica. The
weather back here in the valley is always different than the rest of the
town. While we benefit from the
insulating coolness of a morning marine layer, we’re also just one mountain
away from Millbrae, which is 20 degrees hotter than the rest of the
Peninsula. It’s a lazy Saturday, too,
almost 4 p.m. as I write this, and no one is dressed. We really need the downtime. Since I’ve started a 40 hour work week, it
feels like someone pushed the fast forward on my life.
Putting
the Bart strike aside, it’s been good. Despite
being tired, we’re relaxing in a way that only financial security can provide.
Elizabeth’s
schedule is crazy and demanding, and has been all junior year. She has college
prep and honors classes, and college prep and honors homework, as well as
rehearsals for the Fall play she’s in at school. She has voice lessons on Tuesdays, and
rehearsals on Monday, Wednesday and Friday until 6 p.m. When she gets home in the early evening,
she’s starving, and has two hours of homework that she can’t even look at until
she’s had dinner.
Elizabeth’s
girlfriend called last night wanting to go to a football game. Elizabeth finds them intensely boring and
hasn’t been to one since her first as a freshman. She asked, “What do you do
when you’re there?” to which her friend replied, “Oh just walk around and talk
to people.” When Elizabeth got off the
phone, her secret answer, the one she shared with us was, “Why does she want to
talk to a bunch of people she doesn’t care about?”
Leslie
is doing well after weight loss surgery in September. She had the same procedure I did by the same
surgeon, and she’s doing much better than I ever did. She takes in more than enough water, eats a
wide variety of foods, and is more active than I was. She finds the new schedule difficult, but no
more than I do, and only because she’s in that awkward fatigued stage that
comes right after surgery. Her body is adjusting to radically less calories
(read about my experience here). Still,
she gets up early every morning to drive us to our destination.
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| My own perfect zombies! |
Lately,
the three of us spend much anticipated Friday evenings and other available
evening time glued to the television and “The Walking Dead”. We didn’t know it
existed until Elizabeth discovered a latent love for zombies watching “Warm
Bodies” on Pay-per-View. By then,
however, “The Walking Dead” was three seasons in, much too far for us to catch
up. Suddenly, as a build-up to season
four, there was a zombiepocalypse-a-thon, and I could tape all three
seasons.
“The
Walking Dead” is a lot like “Downton Abbey”.
It’s one big soap opera gloriously punctuated by cleaved in and/or crushed
skulls, severed limbs, gnashing teeth, and black oozing and suppurating undead
brains. We talk through most of it,
express our disdain for certain characters, shriek our hope that the right
person will be gruesomely assassinated, and holler “Eeeeewwww” as a steel bar
or hunting knife is pushed through a walker’s forehead. Leslie doesn’t typically watch any kind of
horror of science fiction, but once she got beyond the gross parts, the drama
pulled her right in.
“The
Walking Dead” is perfectly disgusting, and we love it. But, the best part is that Elizabeth doesn’t
want us watching it without her. After
an exhausting 40 hour work week, getting up super early every day, and dealing
with a ridiculously demanding junior year schedule, zombies are a soothing
balm.
Watching
them together, however, is the perfect prescription.
