Artstuff
Why the Tuesday Night Party Club? Other than because I’m posting these on Tuesday evenings?
Back in the day, when I was young and immortal and found sleep more annoying than desirable, I spent a lot of partying with friends. One of those friends had a job in a liquor store. If I remember correctly, his weekend started on Tuesday night. So he’d get a bottle from the store and few of us would head out to the beach and help him drink it. We named ourselves the Tuesday Night Party Club and continued our meetings for a few months until he headed off to college.
I’m still friends with most of the folks in the Club though I live in Seattle and most of them still live in northern California. This week’s artwork is a portrait I did of the Club’s founder for his 50th birthday. He’s the madman behind Evil Genius Racing, a race car builder/tuner and metal fabrication shop in northern California. I’ve done portraits of some of the other members but, unfortunately I don’t have scans of any of those.
That didn’t answer the question, did it?
Story Seed #27
Your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match up.
You’re looking in the mirror. Maybe you’re shaving. Maybe you’re putting on makeup. You notice that your reflection is different in small ways than you are. Maybe it has a mole that you don’t. Or it doesn’t have one that you do. Or it has a tattoo on its shoulder and you’ve never gotten a tattoo.
You check other mirrors in the house. In your car. Yes, your reflection consistently doesn’t match you. It does the same things you’re doing. It has the same baffled expression that you know you’re making. But it doesn’t match.
What do you do?
Lifestuff
The snowpocalypse threatened last week was a pleasant(ish) disappointment, at least in my neighborhood. Other parts of Seattle did get enough snow to cause complaints and inconveniences. Heck, some other routes from my station required chains on their trucks in order to deliver them. The snow and ice was minimal on my route and I left off the chains. On Wednesday the snow gave us a lovely afternoon show of fluffy flakes for about an hour and then stepped aside for more familiar wind and rain.
Rain I’m used to. Rain is one of the reasons I moved to Seattle. It keeps this place green. I grew up in northern California. That place would get brown in April. The last few years the brown has been red (and then black) from rampant wildfires.
The biggest complaint I have about the rain, in relation to delivering mail, is that, after decades of service, USPS hasn’t figured out a way to keep mail dry while delivering a walking route. A carrier delivers each swing (generally up one side of a block and down the other) by balancing a bundle of flats (magazines, catalogs and other miscellania) in the crook of their left arm while holding a bundle of letters in left hand. That method doesn’t protect the mail from rain. Our official waterproof pith helmets provide a little cover but not much. By the end of a swing a lot of the mail is embarrassingly soggy.
Rain can arrive at any part of the year. Snow has usually only made a brief annual appearance. Hopefully this was it for Winter 2019/2020.
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Stay warm. Toast your loved ones with whatever makes your taste buds happy. See you next week!
