what a difference a leap day makes

I was reflecting this leap day on how weird and awesome leap days are. They exist just to keep the seasons from shifting around the calendar, which is what used to happen when we didn’t adjust for how the year isn’t exactly 365 days long. But it’s remarkable to me how simple it is to implement them nowadays: since the year is almost exactly one quarter of a day longer than 365, we just need an extra day about every four years to count that extra time.

I don’t think it’s widely known, but the year is actually just a little less than a quarter day longer than 365 days. Adding an extra day every four years is a slight overcorrection, and the drift accumulating since its inception in the Julian calendar in 46 BCE became intolerable by the 15th century because by then Easter was coming ten days early.

The solution in the Gregorian calendar was to skip leap day three times in 400 years: years divisible by 100 aren’t leap years unless they’re also divisible by 400. Since it was adopted in 1582, that meant the first skipped leap year in the Catholic world wasn’t until 1700 (and protestant England refused to adopt a Catholic innovation at all until 1752). We millennials didn’t get to enjoy any of this fun since 2000 was still a leap year, but that year was remarkable in that it was only the first business-as-usual leap year observed in a century year since we started occasionally skipping them. I only know about any of this because it’s intro programming practice to compute whether a given year is a leap year or not.

That got me thinking about how much the world has changed since the last leap day. On February 29th, 2020, China was already in full meltdown from a novel coronavirus, but Italy was still more than a week away from its own first-in-the-west nationwide lockdown. Since then, we’ve also had a riot in the Capitol, Elon Musk nearly killed Twitter, and there have been not one but two world-changing invasions ostensibly over ancient claims to land in the east. But in happier developments, the finest space telescope in history got born without a hitch, there’s new American hardware on the moon for the first time since Apollo 17, and we’ve hit a real cultural turning point with rapid advancements in generative AI.

Closer to home, the last four years have seen huge changes for the Brewsalas, too. We doubled our number with Zelda and Felix, I changed jobs twice, and we moved 650 miles to the south in between all that! But the more things change, the more they stay the same: I was astounded to notice that our house in California is virtually due south from our house in Washington, further east by less than one fortieth of one degree of longitude.

Here’s to another four years before we get another extra day! Something tells me the pace isn’t going to slacken.

Welcome Felix Apollo!

The mood when Felix joined us.

Felix Apollo brings the Brewsala May baby count up to two! He was born in Berkeley at 20.5 inches long and weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce.

Happy mama!
Zelda helps tell the block about her baby brother!
pack ‘n play erryday
Felix is facing Mama in our fancy new tandy!
Brewsalas!

the Brewsalas move to California!

It was for a lot of reasons. After Mark took a new job at Seesaw in April that’s fully remote, we got to thinking about whether Seattle was the best place to raise Zelda. The frequent rain makes it a real indoor town; with under-fives still not eligible for covid vaccination, it had stayed for us an at-home town. With Seesaw HQ in San Francisco, Yana’s sister and nephews in Napa, and the Stanford alumni network radiating out from Palo Alto, the sunnier, foggier, but most importantly drier Bay Area was calling!

Our plan was to first get down there and AirBnB while househunting. Yana arranged for a POD to be delivered in June and reserved an eight-foot UHaul trailer for the Fourth of July weekend. But watching listings on Redfin turned serious in May when we fell for a great place in southwest Berkeley. It had been deviously underpriced — a practice we’d soon see was common for the Bay. We placed a distant eighth place among two dozen offers, ultimately losing to twice the list price in cash. Yes, we’d been warned the market down here is nuts!

Despite that loss, we decided to keep momentum with a serious search from Seattle. Mark had already flown down for the open house for that Berkeley heartbreaker and saw eight other homes that day too. But we finally became victorious — after literally rolling up all our spare change — with a bungalow in Albany. An “urban village by the bay”, Wikipedia has it that the tiny city of Ocean View was partitioned from Berkeley in 1908 after local women protested at gunpoint the dumping of Berkeley garbage there. The next year it was renamed after the New York capital in honor of the hometown of its first mayor in order to distinguish it from the Berkeley neighborhood of the same name. Today, Albany boasts great schools and parks, a quaint downtown shopping and restaurant strip, and Brewsala Love Nest 3!

So we had a house earlier than planned but wanted to stick to the Independence Day road trip. We moved some things on craigslist, held a garage sale, and packed most everything else into the pod. One snag: UHaul called us with about 36 hours to go to tell us our trailer was missing. So much for the great Seattle immigration: it turns out everyone’s moving south! Our option now (if we wanted it) was a six hour round trip to pick one up in Chelan. We briefly explored going with a 12-foot trailer, but it was a double axle that Trinity wasn’t rated to tow. Miraculously, a different agent claimed to find us an eight-footer in Bellevue, but it too turned up missing Friday morning.

After a few more calls, our best hope now was a four-foot trailer confirmed to exist just south of Olympia. Mark’s good friend James was kind enough to ride along to beat the morning I-5 traffic in the hover lane. Sweating how much cargo we’d have to jettison with the significantly smaller four-foot trailer, Mark asked conversationally in the UHaul office whether they happened to have a five-footer. Astoundingly, one had come in just that morning! Maybe there’s room for disruption in the one-way rental industry. Now several hours behind schedule, we had just enough room for everything in the trailer and completed our planned three-day drive without any more surprises.

Now we’re putting the finishing touches on BLN 3 to make it our own and settling into life in Albany. The community here seems strong: there was a great concert in the park one sunny Saturday and last month we made it out to the largest annual outdoor street festival in the East Bay. Even closer to home, we met a lot of our neighbors at the annual block party a few weekends ago and signed up to shut off the block again next summer. The weather is a little more nuanced than we were expecting, but we’ve definitely reached an outdoor town!

Zelda’s First Winter

After one of the coldest Aprils on record in Seattle, it feels like we might finally be solidly into a PNW spring! Let’s have a look back at Zelda’s first winter.

What luck — my very first Christmas was a white one!
Three generations together for the holidays!
All bundled up — don’t slip now!
Zelda takes a shift on our first roadtrip across the Sound.
This is called being IN THE ZONE!
Mark thinks Zelda looks like some kind of sorcerer here. He’s under her spell anyway!
First visit to UW’s famed cherry blossom quad! Spring is coming…
The trees are quite tall!