Rob and I start the cross-country drive to NY on June 20th and plan to arrive on June 30th.
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I had forgotten that one of my favorite cousins was getting married this weekend. I landed safely and on time, went by the house, showered and went to a wedding. (I had wanted to attend, but was afraid to make plans because of our ever fluctuating move date.) It was a lovely ceremony and they are so clearly deeply in love that I got all weepy.
Coming back to the house, it was so clear that being here for the funeral tomorrow was the right decision. These people, my family, are all wonderful and funny. We can’t help laughing when we get together. I helped put the program for the service together today and as part of it pulled out a picture of Walter that was taken right before he shipped out for WWII. Such a handsome young man. Then, of course, because I was going through the box of photos, I also had to pull out his old v-mail letters to my grandmother. Those were wonderful to go through and read as a group.
Thank you to everyone who expressed their support. It meant a lot to me to open my email en route and see your notes.
We just returned from the winebar Vino, run by Rob’s old chum Chuck Furuya. May I say, that if you are in Honolulu and want to have a nice range of wines and a pleasant evening, go to Vino. We’re hoping to take Rob’s folks back to the main restaurant, Hiroshi’s on Saturday.
We also went to the Honolulu Academy of the Arts today, which is always gratifying. They had an exhibit on Wearing Propaganda which dealt with the textiles surrounding WWII in Japan, Britain and the US. Very interesting stuff which will doubtless turn up in a story at some point. I mean, I don’t think I’d ever thought about how the textile designs of a region would be affected in a time of war.
It was particularly intersting because we had gone to see the USS Arizona Memorial yesterday. We can see the memorial from Rob’s folks’ window, but I knew embarrasingly little about it. I knew it was a memorial to a battleship that went down during the attack on Pearl Harbor, but I didn’t realize that it was the final resting place for over 1000 people. Learning this during a film right before going out to the ship was, um, a little unsettling. My expectations had been based on my previous experience with touring a battleship in Wilmington. To say the least that visiting a battleship which has been decommisioned is nothing like visiting one that sank under fire with her crew. I was not prepared. Nor was I prepared for the film with footage of the ship exploding. Definitely go when you visit Oahu, but just know that you are visiting a graveyard.
I think that catches you up on the past two days.
Our flight out was utterly uneventful. We both napped some. Rob read the NY Times. I wrote and got about 2000 words in.
And then we waited for our baggage to arrive. The staff seemed to be engaged in a slow motion Laurel and Hardy film, which anywhere else would have involved much running around trying to fix the multiple baggage carousels as they broke. But this is paradise, so they ambled from the first carousel to die. Then they ambled away. Sometime later, without an announcement the carousel next to us began revolving and lo! our flight number was now on the sign above it. En masse the passengers flocked to the new carousel. Four bags emerged.
The staff ambled back. They examined. Pondered. Then ambled away. We waited and then felt some relief when the buzzer over the carousel began to make its noise and flash. But as the minutes passed and nothing happened there was some question of whether they would move us to a different carousel.
The staff ambled back. One of them disappeared into the nether regions of the machinery, which would have given Hardy his cue to turn the belt back on, sending Laurel scrambling. In this case, we waited until he slowly emerged and ambled away. The buzzer began, slowly, and then built tempo like a diesel engine turning over on a cold day. It kept going for about a minute before the carousel started moving again this time with an added high squeal.
But no bags. The staff ambled back, stopped the machine and disappeared. Sometime later the buzzer began again, slowly revving up, and then it started to fail, doing half-buzzes or flickering. When the belt finally started moving again, bags came out packed tightly together, piled on top of one another. Rob’s bag tumbled down the ramp and slid toward us. And the carousel stopped again.
We waited for the staff to amble back. Once they arrived, they began manually extracting the bags from the conveyor. Mine was not far down the stack and so we were able to make our escape. I don’t know how much longer the other people had to wait.
Rob and I ambled outside to meet momk, who greeted us with leis.
So, I’ve added two new things to the website, plus some back end and minor revamping. First, you might notice little “Share This” buttons at the bottom of posts. These are for those of you who use things like technorati or like to email articles to other folks. I think they are fairly self explanatory once you click on them.
The other is that I can now group posts in a series, for instance, my Shades of Milk and Honey posts are all collected together now. At the end of each chapter, you’ll see a table of contents showing all the other chapters. Handy, eh? (By the way, While I was at it, I un-protected the first three chapters. If you want to read the rest, it’s not too late to ask me for the password.)
Are there any other things that you really wish the site had or did?
Look at these shiny, shiny Rayguns.
The Rayguns: Dr. Grordborts Infallible Aether Oscillators, are a line of immensely dangerous yet simple to operate wave oscillation weapons.
Meticulously built to the exacting standards and plans of Dr. Grordbort, these weapons, bespangled in fine detail and with various (most likely quite dangerous) moving parts are the perfect addition to a gentleman’s study or a deterring centerpiece for a lady’s powder room or chiffonier.
Is anyone else having an intense session of coveting right now?
I woke up during the night with a toothache, which was Just Not Fair. At all. I tried sleeping anyway, I tried taking ibuprofen. Nada. In fact, it got worse, radiating through my ear and sending shafts of steel straight through my brain and out the top of my head. Visions of root canal opened in my head.
So, I got up around four and called my dentist’s office, leaving a fairly pathetic voicemail asking them to call me when they got in and make the pain go away.
At 8:05, five minutes after they opened, Angela called and sounded so sympathetic on the phone that I knew I was doomed. They got me in with an immediate appointment. Definitely doomed.
I walked in and apologized for being ill and the technician’s eyes lit up. “Sinuses?” she said.
I nodded, “And a cough. Sorry about that.”
“I have three kids, it’s not a problem.” She went to the computer screen. “So tell me what’s going on.”
“Well, about three days ago, I woke up and my jaw hurt. I thought ‘Jeez, have I been clenching my jaw.’ But then last night it got worse and woke me up.” I proceeded to describe those symptoms. “It hasn’t been as bad since I got up.”
“But the pain medication didn’t do anything?”
“It kept getting worse.”
She worked really fast, remembering that I have a hair-trigger gag reflex, and got the image up on their nifty computer screen. Then the doctor came in. She was quickly caught up on my symptoms and then looked at the x-ray.
“See that thin white line dipping down across the roots of your teeth?” When I nodded, she continued. “That’s your sinus cavity. It’s pressing down on your nerves. We’ll go ahead and test to make sure that it’s not a dental issue, but I think you’re looking at a sinus infection.”
She poked, prodded, stuck cold things on my teeth and everything was normal. Yay! No root canal. (By the way, thank you to Angela and Brandi at Laurelhurst Dentistry who sent me my xray.)
So then I trotted off to the doctor and repeated my symptoms. He shook his head, “I am exactly the right doctor for you to see because I am three weeks ahead of you with these symptoms. So I know that the first line antibiotic does nothing on this particular strain. Which means that you don’t have to spend five days wondering why you aren’t getting any better. What you have is the flu that’s going around plus a secondary infection.”
I somehow got to this point in my life without ever having had a sinus infection, ear ache or toothache. At the moment it feels like I have all of them.
I now have antibiotics. I’m armed with the knowledge that lying down will make the pain worse. That part of the symptoms with this is that it doesn’t respond to pain medicine, so I won’t bother trying. And, that the antibiotics will have no affect the flu portion of the illness, but in a couple of days my head won’t hurt.
The important thing is that I don’t have to have a root canal. On the whole, that alone makes it a good day.
Mr. B– arrived safely last night. We stayed up talking until much too late. He and Rob are out exploring the neighborhood and I’m hunkered down with a relapse. I started going downhill yesterday afternoon, sadly.
Today it is occurring to me that it might be that my cold is being compounded by allergies. It’s been awhile since I had to deal with them.
But who’s counting. Look how beautiful the view of our back yard is from the dining room window. We are engaged in deep cleaning of the house, because tonight, Mr. B– arrives. This is the man with whom we are doing the house swap beginning in May. I suspect that it will rain while he’s here, but at least there will be flowers in abundance.
Last week the snowbells were still in bloom, and the grape hyacinth are just starting. The daffodils and forsythia make up for their lack.
WRW is happy to prove the cynics wrong and present four of our original audio experiments free of charge to the listening public. All are from writers who have participated in our Writerâ€™s On the Air Workshop. lt broadcasts on Stage and Studio with Dmae Roberts on our local station, KBOO 90.7 FM in Portland Oregon. I am very proud of all these pieces and I think they show the ever restless range of audio expression that makes â€œworkshopâ€ more than just a slogan or idle phraseology. We continue to experiment and explore the storytelling possibilties of the audio medium and welcome you on our voyage of discovery.
We have a Wedgewood stove from the 40s or 50s which is built like a Packard. It’s heavy, solid metal and the best stove I’ve ever cooked on. Look at that–double ovens, a griddle and the burners. Oh my. They each have two sets of flame, so you can turn the heat way down low for a nice slow simmer.
One of the oven regulators stopped working about two years ago and Rob fixed it. It stopped again. Most of the time, a single oven is fine, but when I’m having a dinner party, I really want that second oven.
Then my beloved found another Wedgewood. It’s not the deluxe chrome model that ours is, but all the internal stuff is exactly the same. So he bought it and in our newly empty living room, Rob is disassembling our parts stove to restore our real stove.
Look at him. T-shirt. Tools. Oh, and latex gloves… My, my my. This distracting vision has been next to my computer for the past several days. I don’t know how to express my satisfaction that my oven is being serviced. I’ll just say that you should see the way he handles his screwdriver.
I had dinner with Jay Lake tonight, which was fun. It’s nice to catch up with someone, like, in real life, instead of just existing online. I love you guys, but it’s nice to see facial expression beyond an emoticon. That and Jay is funny.
Afterwards, I went to see The Curse of the Golden Flower with Rob. My comment upon the films end was, “Wow. I never expected something so lavishly produced to make Phantom Menace look good.”
I have loved every one of Zhang Yimou’s films so far and this one was unredeemably awful in almost every respect. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to leave a film. Also, one of the worst choices for end credit designs ever. Bad from beginning to end? Sadly, yes. We were trying to decide when we turned on the film, and I think it might have been when the prince arrived at the palace a full day before Chan, despite the fact that they left ten minutes apart, both riding horses at full gallops. And yet, Chan’s mother arrives a mere two minutes after she does, despite leaving considerably after her and having to battle what appear to be ninjas–several times–on her way to the palace. Yeah. Ninjas in the T’ang dynasty. I’m not worried about spoilers, because really, you should not see this film.
Have I mentioned how much I enjoyed dinner with Jay?
A friend of mine sent this to me and it made me chuckle.
I now understand why there are always lines in the morning for early flights.
- America West’s staff does not go on duty until 3:45.
- The airport screening does not open until 4:15.
- Coffee People does not open until 4:45.
So if you get here early, you have to wait for people to show up. If you wait until later, you have to wait in the lines that built up while other people waited. Neither is pleasant.
Plus Gate C17 at PDX is right in front of the children’s play area. It shows the Cartoon Network twenty four hours a day. Apparently the four o’clock hour is devoted to the Smurfs.
Oh, the day is off to a very smurfy start.