DJ's Detritus

A Creative Writing Class Dropout's Last Refuge

Tuesday, August 09, 2022

DJ Goes to Tahoe

Really!  More on that later.

I’m heading down to San Carlos today to get my chi aligned.  You should try it.  I decided to give acupuncture a go for some neck and back discomfort. Does it work? Who the hell knows?

The girl is in town this week, so I told her I’d treat her to lunch after my session.  The wife may join us as well.  San Mateo has a ton of good Japanese restaurants so that’s the way I’m leaning.  Those two will be hosting a wedding shower for the Banker’s daughter this Saturday, so I need to figure out if I’m getting out of Dodge or hiding in my bedroom.

Guess who I heard from?  My elusive friend JB, that’s who.  I’ve mentioned her here several times. She disappears periodically but has now turned up in Florida and has allegedly put a link to my blog on her desktop.  She is retired now, but I’m sure she will become restless and seek a productive outlet, like joining the DeSantis campaign.

There has been a Kardashian news lollapalooza recently. Kim and Pete just broke up, which cynical folk like my readers might say was predictable, but I held out hopes for a high-profile marriage and several more children.  It was said that the spark between them had gone out, which I guess is better than a continued conflagration.  The gossip rags also mentioned her focus on the kids - I’m buying it - as well as her business interests and their varying travel schedules. The fact that both of them could be certifiably insane was not brought up.

And Khloe, dear Khloe. It looks like she and some unnamed private equity criminal have broken up. That saddens me but the upside is that just had a second kid, via surrogate, with her ex-romantic partner Tristan Thompson.  She is committed to a co-parenting relationship with him and a dozen or so nannies.  As I believe I’ve mentioned previously, this is the guy that she got involved in when his other girlfriend was pregnant, but I’m sure it came as a shock to her when he started cheating on her. The word on the street is that they’ll be naming the new kid False.

I let you guys know on my last post that the wife had a Cayman holiday. She was there to get scuba certified but also wanted to spend a little time with our money down there.  My daughter dutifully checked in with me.  I let her know that it was tough getting out of bed each day, but when I did the party started in earnest. The girl did cause me concern when she mentioned a possible blog boycott.  She sent me a note that she had not read the two most recent blog posts that had arrived in her inbox.  She is one of the lucky ones that gets the posts via mail. She said she was pissed because I had not written about our Portland trip. But then she went to the website and saw that I had indeed memorialized the event. I hate it when lapses in technology threaten my family relationships.

We headed to Tahoe last week with Unc and Mashie.  We were hosted by TCG and Katie and had big fun. #2, who lives up the street, joined us for dinners as well as one of the two days out on the boat. He also generously bought us all lunch at Chambers. Katie was at the helm both days while I hung out under the bimini. I was one of the few that did not jump in the water after we anchored, since I’m a slug.

The first night there Unc BBQ’d us a pile of meats and we hung out on their deck.  We did a picnic down at the beach the second night, which was our night to cook.  My wife refers to her recipe as oven fried chicken.  I refer to is as Shake ‘n Bake, and I helped. Thursday was Katie’s turn to shine with macadamia crusted ahi and a kickass peach upside down cake she hit out of the park on her first try.

So, do you want to hear what we did as opposed to what we ate? Do you ingrates think I have unlimited blog bandwidth? We actually had a pleasant surprise when my wife discovered via Insta that our old roomie, The Wig’s younger daughter, was in town just a stone’s throw from us. She was with her beau and his family and came over to visit one afternoon.  As the Wig has not yet met the boyfriend, I stepped in to grill him. After I got his social security number and a few other details, things mellowed out and we offered them a drink and had a nice chat.

That’s all folks.  If you have any topics you’d like to hear about on my next post, feel free to put them in the comments so I can ignore them.