‘Travel’ Category

  1. March 2010 (ish) Recap

    June 22, 2010 :: 3:39 pm

    Oops and OMG. I have had this written for like 2-1/2 months now and it’s been sitting patiently in my drafts folder, waiting for me to notice it and post it!!

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    Joel and Valerie’s son, Alec Ian, was born on February 24. He’s adorable! He weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces at birth, which was a complete shock to everyone, especially tiny petite Valerie. I think they were expecting a baby in the 6 pound range! We visited them a couple of weeks ago. It’s amazing how tiny they are when they’re that young! It seemed like Jamie was never that small. Of course he was, for a week or so. Alec was very quiet and sweet, and now he is the proud owner of Jamie’s old side-to-side swing. I’m so excited for him to get a little older and be able to play with Jamie.

    We have struggled throughout the month to get Jamie to eat more than a few bites at a time. He’s mostly seemed uninterested in food. Until now! The last five days or so (knock on wood) his appetite has picked up. Not so much at breakfast, but better at lunch and by dinnertime he seems really hungry. He’s eating turkey, hot dogs, beans, peas, corn, carrots, applesauce, strawberries, banana, fruit rollups. And of course, his crunchy corn and rice snacks. I’m super pleased that he’s accepting food off of a spoon or fork again. For a few weeks he refused being spoon-fed, which pretty much eliminated veggie or fruit purees from his diet.

    He still wakes up twice a night wanting a bottle, and he still gets pediatric soy drink at those times. We have switched his daytime formula from Nutramigen to a soy-based toddler formula. During the day, he’s drinking from a sippy cup almost 100% of the time instead of a bottle, and he’s quickly learning to handle a regular cup without spilling.

    Tonight I may try cooking rice or corn/quinoa pasta and see if he’ll eat it.

    Overall, he seems to be feeling a lot better, but definitely not 100%. He’s had some bad nights this past month where he wakes 5-6 times per night, crying. Certainly not every night, but enough to make us think that there’s still something going on with his digestive system. His allergist wants to put him on medication. We want to talk to his gastroenterologist before we go that route.

    We got Jamie a professional haircut in late February. He had a lot of longer hair up on top, and curly flyaways on the sides. Baby haircuts aren’t particularly cheap, so I closely watched the stylist’s moves so I can try to do it myself next time. Jamie was extremely cooperative, and looks very cute with trimmed hair.

    Sickness has been tearing through our house in rounds. I caught a cold in late February, which I passed on to Jamie. He then managed to catch another cold that turned into croup in mid-March. Doc developed a bad cough at the same time (adult croup?), and then as soon as they both seemed better, I got a sore throat and stuffy head. A few days later, Doc got a sore throat and stuffy head. At the moment, we all seem relatively healthy, but clearly we are a family that shares germs amongst ourselves freely!

    In early March we drove to Wichita for a few days. Doc’s great-aunt Patty had died after years of illness, and we wanted to see the family and attend the funeral. Jamie was, of course, too fidgety to sit through the service so he and I played outside the funeral home for the duration. At the reception afterwards, he had a good time chasing the ducks around the pond. It was great to see the aunts and uncles, some of the cousins, and of course Grandma Kerry. And later we went with Grandma Kerry to the Sedgwick County Zoo, where Jamie got to pet some sheep and goats at the petting zoo. Those goats were damned aggressive; if they saw you putting change in the goat-food dispenser, they immediately had you surrounded, loudly bleating and pawing at you with their dirty little cloven hooves. In the big cat area, one of the lions was relaxing right up against the plexiglass wall, and he had eyes only for Jamie. Check out the video below. It was kind of unnerving.

    It turns out that Jamie likes brooms. It’s tough to sweep the kitchen or the deck because he’s right there, wanting to “help.” Doc got him his own child-sized broom and dustpan, as well as a small toilet plunger (another fascination, LOL). He’ll pick up the deck broom and the outdoor broom and carry them around forever. It’s cute! And he also likes to take rags or paper towels and pretend to wipe surfaces. We think he might be practicing for a future career in the janitorial arts.

    In mid-March, we had a weekend where it was 72 degrees on both Friday and Monday, but on Saturday and Sunday we had six inches of snow on the ground. Just when I think that Texas weather can’t surprise me anymore, it does. We’ve had more snow this winter than we have had in, well, ever.

    Jamie can now point to many of his body parts when asked, including one we did not specifically teach him. Can you guess which one? Hint: It starts with a W and ends with an IENER. In addition to that one very important part, he knows his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, teeth, mouth, belly, toes, hands, and feet. We’re trying to teach him knees and bottom. And the proper words for everything (no “wee wee” or “bobo”).

    And his vocabulary is expanding. In addition to “mama”, “daddy”, “ham”, and  ”hi”, he now can say “up”, “yeah”, “diaper”, and (new this morning!) “nine.” He still doesn’t really use the words in context of his own accord, but we can ask him to say them and he will.


  2. Washington State vacation

    October 6, 2009 :: 8:55 pm

    We just returned from a two week vacation to the Pacific Northwest. We stayed with my parents most of the time, except for two days near Portland, Oregon (all five of us went) and two days in Victoria, BC (just me and Doc). My brother Bob came in from Boston for four days, and I actually got to see my ever-elusive brother Mike one afternoon.

    Vacationing with a nine month old is wonderful and exhausting.

    The weather was cool, sometimes rainy, sometimes crisp and sunny. I had to go buy a pair of fuzzy socks to keep my feet warm at night. We lit a fire in the soapstone stove one night, and had a wienie roast (and s’mores!) by the fire pit another night.

    It was absolutely marvelous to have two extra adults to help keep Jamieson entertained. He seemed to hit some developmental milestones while at Gramma and Grandpa’s (more about that in another post). Jamie had a tough time adjusting to the time change and for the first several days he was awake and ready to begin his day by 4 a.m. or before. My mom saved my sanity by letting me wake her then to take Jamieson so that I could go back to bed for a few more hours. He got a tooth while we were there (his top left front tooth) so there were quite a few dicey days and nights.

    Jamie was the best-behaved baby on the plane, both on the way there and the way back. He slept for about half of each flight. He was hard to handle the rest of the time but Doc and I are experts at it by now and I think other passengers noticed and appreciated how hard we were working to keep him calm and quiet; several of them mentioned to us how well-behaved he was.

    Doc and I spent our first significant amount of time away from Jamie. We’d only ever been apart from him for a few hours at a time before, so last weekend my parents babysat while we went to Victoria, BC for about two days. We missed Jamie, but it was also wonderful to have a little break, to sleep in, to not get up in the night, to do what we wanted when we wanted. Actually I hadn’t realized how much we probably NEEDED that time by ourselves until we did it. I think that all new parents (and old ones too!) need to get away from the kids on a regular basis. It’s good for the marriage and your sanity. And I think it’s good for the kids, too.

    Here are a few photos from the trip:


  3. Jamie, 8-1/2 months

    August 30, 2009 :: 3:18 pm

    In early August, we drove to Wichita, Kansas, to visit Doc’s mom, great-aunt, and sisters and their families. Great-Aunt Patty is in poor health and so it was especially nice to get to see her.

    The long car ride (7+ hours each way) taught Jamie an important lesson: the car seat is not so bad. The first half of the trip up was pretty bad; he screamed and cried for about two hours straight, until he fell asleep out of exhaustion. And then when he woke up an hour later, he was STILL in the car seat. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head: Hmmm. I’m still here. Crying did not get me what I wanted.

    And on the way home, although he didn’t scream the whole way, we got tired of acting like clowns on crack and so we eventually just let him cry for a while. I think that those are important lessons for him: he doesn’t always get what he wants, and we can’t entertain him 24/7.

    He still isn’t a huge fan of riding in the car, but since that trip, he seems to be a little more content with it.

    On this trip, I learned that it is very difficult for me to share a room with Jamie at night now. I hear every little noise he makes and I wake up. I guess that’s my “mom ears.” Also, I have a hard time getting to sleep in the first place for fear that my snoring will wake him up.

    On our last day, we took Jamie to the Sedgwick County Zoo. Normally I don’t like zoos, what with all the animals in little cages and all, but the Sedgwick Zoo is a very nice place, built from the ground up as a natural habitat zoo. Very few parts of it made me feel squicky and sad. A rainstorm blew through just before we got there, so the temperature dropped about 20 degrees into the mid 70s. Jamie seemed to enjoy being out in nature and he liked riding in the zoo stroller.

    Next time, Jamie will be older and have a better attention span; hopefully we’ll get to stay longer and see more exhibits.

    We picked up this recipe from Doc’s mom and Aunt Patty while in Wichita. I think it will become one of our weekly staple vegetarian meals.

    PASTA SOFIA
    Serves 4

    8 ounces angel hair pasta
    2 large ripe heirloom tomatoes
    2 cloves garlic, finely minced
    2 tablespoons capers
    1 small can sliced black olives (or use Kalamatas)
    1/2 cup sliced red onion
    Olive oil
    Salt
    Pepper
    Parmesan cheese (optional)

    Cook pasta to al dente. Drain, place in serving bowl, and drizzle with a little olive oil.

    Meanwhile, dice the tomatoes and place into another serving bowl along with any juices that the tomatoes release. Add the garlic, capers, black olives, onion, and olive oil (about 3-4 tablespoons, or to taste). Toss to combine, and season to taste with salt and pepper.

    Serve tomato mixture over warm pasta. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese, if desired.

    We’re taking it slow with the progression of Jamie’s diet. After running through a bunch of different fruits and veggies to make sure he didn’t have bad reactions to them, we have sort of “started over” again. Currently he is eating only brown rice cereal, oatmeal, yellow squash, avocado, and applesauce. All of those seem to work just fine with his system. We learned a couple of weeks ago that yams do not agree with him, and an encounter with some pieces of banana in early August left him with a bad rash on his face and arm that is still visible, even now. (But then, we rubbed some banana on his neck about a week later and he had no reaction at all.)

    He’s eating really decent quantities now, too. He has three meals a day, consisting of at least one veggie or fruit and a grain. He typically eats about 1/4 cup each of grains and veggies/fruits at each meal. He has watered-down apple juice every morning, and water from his sippy cup as well as formula throughout the day.

    I’m hoping that we’ll soon be able to stop feeding him Nutramigen AA. It’s insanely expensive. Even regular Nutramigen is expensive, but at least it’s available in stores and about 1/2 to 1/3 the cost of AA. I also think that he’s ready to start eating finger foods. Since the banana incident, though, we’re just not sure what to give him. We tried peaches but they’re a bit slippery and he wasn’t fond of the texture. Maybe super-ripe pear? Grape halves? Pasta spirals? And I know he ought to have some protein soon; I just don’t know where to start with that. I probably need to call his doctor to get some advice.

    Here are some photos of me and Jamie, goofing off, from a few days ago:

    Yesterday, we took advantage of the less-boiling-than-normal weather and went to the Arboretum in the afternoon. We have a membership (thanks, mom and dad!) and so can go whenever we like and stay as long (or as short) as we want to. We planted ourselves and Jamie on the grass under a big shady tree and hung out for a while. There’s a fountain plaza with four giant frog sculptures that spit water into the middle of the plaza. Next time we’ll be sure to bring along Jamie’s swimsuit!


  4. Summer Vacation, part 2

    July 10, 2008 :: 3:25 pm

    So we got off the train, drove to Mom’s house in Sequim, Washington, and got a good night’s sleep after a long day of travelling. We spent the next week hanging out with Mom and Dad, seeing Bob for a few days, working (Doc has a huge job right now and worked all day every day and half the nights too… when you own your own business, the work is unpredictable), taking the dog for long walks in the forest, snoozing on the patio in the 65 degree sunshine, picking strawberries (44 pounds, from Cameron Berry Farm!), going in to town, going to the beach with the dog, buying fireworks from the Indian reservation down the road and shooting them off on the driveway on the 4th of July, eating lots and lots of Mom’s delicious cooking and Dad’s smoked brisket, seeing aunts and uncles and cousins and old family friends, shopping (thanks, Mom, for the new maternity clothes!), playing endless fetch with the dog, watching Jonny Quest with Doc and Bob, sitting wrapped in a blanket in front of the fireplace (yes, in July!), enjoying the smell of fresh fir trees and sweet grasses, and generally having a wonderful, relaxing time.

    The weather was absolutely fabulous. We had a few days of rain and/or mist but the rest of the time was sunshine almost all day long. The temperature stayed around 60 or so on the rainy days, and might have reached 70 on the sunny days. Cool enough to need long sleeves in the shade!

    I discovered that nonalcoholic wine tastes like grape juice that something has gone terribly wrong with. Lesson learned. 

    We got home late last night, and it was great to see our kitties but I really didn’t want to come home.  Why do I still live in Texas? Sigh.

    Bay

    The Driveway

    Good Dog

    Water Dog

    Doc and Katy at the Beach

    My Family at Discovery Bay

    Strawberries

    Kitchen

    Vista


  5. Summer Vacation!

    July 5, 2008 :: 10:41 pm

    I have been on VACATION!

    Yay, vacation!!

    Doc and I flew to San Jose, where we stayed with Arushi and Shyamal for a few days at their place in Mountain View. The fires in Big Sur were still burning and there was a lot of smoke in the air. It hung like a pink-brown cloud over everything, and made our eyes sting. We visited the redwood forest in Big Basin State Park in the Santa Cruz Mountains, went into San Francisco one afternoon, swam in her pool, did a little shopping, and went out to Napa County and ate at a fantastic place called Greystone Restaurant, run by the Culinary Institute of America, where i had the best piece of fish I have ever eaten in my entire life. It was halibut, pan-fried in olive oil with just a bit of salt and pepper, and probably caught mere hours prior. It was the most amazingly perfect texture all the way through, and served on a bed of morel mushrooms and tiny baby squash, sauteed in butter.

    The weather in northern California is fantastic in the summer. I’m afraid that I underpacked for this trip, bringing along mostly tank tops and capri pants, when what I apparently really needed was long pants and sweatshirts!

    We hopped aboard an Amtrak train, the “Coast Starlight,” to head up north to Seattle. Train travel is quite enjoyable. It takes longer to get to your destination, but is cheaper and much more scenic, relaxed, roomy, and social than flying. Doc and I rented a small sleeper cabin instead of coach seats, and it was a huge improvement over our last train trip ten years ago, when Doc had a severe case of the flu in coach. The room was tiny, barely wider than the width of a seat, but we could shut the doors and fold down two beds and the privacy was worth every penny. Plus, all meals are included in the price of the room, and although the food was not awful (certainly better than you might expect on a train), the a la carte meal prices were quite inflated. We would have easily spent more than the cost of the room upgrade on meals alone, had we traveled in coach!

    The route along the coast is very scenic and beautiful, especially through Oregon. The train huffs and puffs its way along the side of mountains through all this gorgeous countryside. You really can’t beat morning sunlight sparkling down on a glittering mountain stream hundreds of yards below, and rocky rapids surrounded by tall fir trees.

    The train was three hours late getting into the station in Seattle (11:30 at night!) because, sadly, someone had a heart attack on board the night before and the train had to stop in the middle of nowhere in California to wait for the Careflight helicopters to arrive. We also had numerous electrical problems onboard that resulted in the lights going out every now and again — this is especially inconvenient when you are using the tiny airplane-style bathroom, which has no windows.

    A late train wouldn’t normally be that big of a problem, except that my mom and dad had arranged to pick us up at the station and drive us back to their house… two and a half hours away. By the time we got to their place it was nearly 2 a.m. I was so tired from having barely slept on the train the night before, I just fell right into bed and don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow.

    I’m really tired now, in fact… I’m going to post some photos and then write more about the vacation later!

    Doc & Katy at Big Basin State Park

    Burnt Out Redwood

    Katy on Train

    Doc on Train

    Fountain 2

    Fountain 4


  6. Beautiful rocky beach

    March 31, 2008 :: 3:54 pm

    Mom sent me some photos she took of a beach near their house in Washington. They took the dog and visited some friends out there last weekend. I grew up playing on beaches like this. Sand beaches are kind of weird to me!

    Those are mountains in the distance, not just clouds!


  7. Love Lou, Verene, & Mickie

    March 17, 2008 :: 8:06 pm

    Grandma lived on Johnson Point, a little peninsula of land north of Olympia. All the waterfront houses sat on a bank high above a rocky beach, with about 5 acres or so of woods behind them. It was a beautiful community of cute older hand-built houses, gardens, apple orchards, forest and beach. And when I say hand-built I do mean that. Grandpa (who I never met; he died in 1948) built the house. Mom has photos of the construction! In fact, they built the house around the wardrobe in the upstairs attic room! It was too big to fit through the door.

    Lou and Verene, two outrageously sharp and funny older ladies, lived two houses away from Grandma, with their Sheltie dog, Mickie. I absolutely adored Lou and Verene, and for a while in the mid-1980s Lou and I wrote letters back and forth when I was in Texas during the school year (this was the Dark Ages, kids; no such thing as e-mail yet).

    I found a stack of these letters in a box in my attic a few nights ago. I didn’t even realize I had them. I am sure there were more; maybe they’re at my mom’s house in a box somewhere.

    I’m going to post bits and pieces from several of them. For reference, Fran lived between Grandma and Lou & Verene, and was Grandma’s best friend. Echo was Fran’s huge slobbery basset hound. Alicia was the woman who bought Grandma’s house after Grandma died in 1984. She was known as “Alicia the Awful” to the neighborhood, and completely changed the atmosphere of this wonderful little community of neighbors and friends by being nasty, cutting down trees and putting up fences and such. A lot of what Lou wrote me had to do with “the latest” on Alicia’s antics. Lou’s letters helped me feel like a part of me was still there with everyone, when I had to live 3000 miles away for most of the year.

    For the life of me, I can’t remember a whole lot about them, but I think that Lou might have been a writer. It sure seems like it from these letters. I wonder if she saw some spark of writing talent in me and maybe wanted to encourage that.

    8/17/86

    Dear Katie,
         Yesterday it was in the high 80′s, and it hasn’t rained for a month. I guess you know – - – Alicia the Awful had a rip-roaring fire going down where the treehouse used to be. Fran is climbing the walls. One of these days I’m going to write you a fable – even worse than those I write to Molly. I’ll call it ALICIA IN BLUNDERLAND.
         We spent most of yesterday balancing Verene’s bank account. She spent 13 years of her life teaching college math, but month after month her bank balance is a big, fat mess. I try to help her with my old Comptometer. To give you an idea how old it is, it came with the job when I first started working for the State in 1928! They gave it to me when I retired. It doesn’t subtract directly, but it gets the same thing done by adding a gizmo called a reciprocal. A reciprocal is the number you want to subtract, subtracted from an imaginary string of “0′s.” You try it – - – 675 minus 373 is 302. 675 plus 999999999999999627 is 302. Of course you end up with a “1″ way out in infinity. Infinity is half way between Johnson Point and Mars. If you don’t believe me, ask your dad.
         We had Verene’s revolting boyfriend out for dinner Saturday. He’s tighter than the bark on a tree. We’ve been having him out almost every week for supper and send him home with a C A R E package for the next day. The only time he has ever taken her out for dinner they went Dutch — she paid for hers! There was ham left over, plus potato salad, so we had Fran over last night to eat leftovers. She gets tired of fish and chicken, the only things on Stu’s diet, so she lapped up ham like it was going out of style. Stu was in Tacoma playing bridge.
         Well, old bean, it’s time to go watch a favorite program on TV.
         Hope you had a good trip home and enjoyed the redwoods.
         Lotsa luv -
         L V & M

    9/9/86

         …The latest development in Alicia’s war on the neighborhood is a six-foot-high solid redwood fence between her place and the Pilgrims’. She’s completely cut of Betty’s and Earl’s view to the north. And to think of the stink she’s raised ever since she moved in about Fran’s laurel hedge. We were talking just yesterday about the development of our little colony. As each of us moved in we put in sidewalks and paths between the houses. She puts up a spite fence! When Fran and Betty want to get together they have to walk clear out to the county road and back or drive over.
         Somehow Echo and Mickie got over to the other side. Betty watched all this and told us about it. Mickie (sissy!) squeezed around the bayside end and ran home. Not so Echo. She lives by the principle that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points. When she collided with the fence she sat down and scratched her head for a while. Betty said you could almost hear the wheels going around. Then she calmly dug a hole under it and went on her merry way.
         I made a copy of the onion story to show to your dad [Lou typed out a story on half-sheets, illustrated it, and bound it with staples]. He might be under the impression that his daughter is carrying on a correspondence with someone who has all her marbles, and we wouldn’t want to give him that crazy idea.
         Got a kick out of your mom’s experiences at the Wharf. And then reading about your almost going into the ditch we could just read the headline: POLICE RUN DOWN NOTORIOUS T-SHIRT THIEF AFTER WILD CHASE.
         Hello to everybody. Gotta go now and watch Wheel of Fortune.
         L V & M

    9/24/86

         …Not much to add to the saga of Alicia the Awful except the chapter of the tree. A gnarled madrona tree had fallen down in Betty’s Back 40, so she decided she’d cash in on it and work it into her landscaping scheme. There’s that little on-and-off stream that runs through the back of all of our lots, so she and Earl had put in rock work around the mouth of the culvert to make it look pretty as well as useful. With the tree arched across the stream it looked like a Japanese garden. In fact she’d shown it to Alicia who agreed it looked nice. A few hours later Betty heard sounds down that way. Lo and behold, Alicia had her crew buzzing up the tree for firewood! We don’t know what goes on in that gal’s noggin. Ever since the night she and her guests danced and howled at the stars we’ve sort of given her a wide berth. Even Echo doesn’t steal her onions any more.

    10/30/86

         ….So you like school. I just hope you chloroform those poor little worms before you make small pieces out of them. Mickie cried a lot when we read about it to him.
         When I was in high school my current boyfriend had visions of studying to be a doctor, so the frog-carving department was right up his alley. Instead he married the daughter of the owner of a match factory in Tacoma, worked in the factory and hated every minute of it, never got to be a doctor, and inherited a few million when Daddy-O died. So if you don’t want to be a doctor and don’t want to inherit a few million just keep on cutting up frogs, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

    11/25/86

         ….Moving was the hardest thing we ever did. Fran, Marilyn, and Betty Pilgrim were angels. They lugged load after load of stuff over here and to the dump. They even fed us for the last few days. When we said goodbye nobody choked up, but the tears that fell inside almost drowned us. We’ll just never find such wonderful neighbors again. This may be a place to stay, but it’ll never be home as it was out on the point.


  8. This Old Scan

    March 12, 2008 :: 8:34 pm

    Part one in my multi-part interactive online artwork series, cleverly entitled Random Stuff That I’ve Scanned From Old Boxes Of Papers And Photos. The interactive part comes in when you leave comments. :)

    These first two photos are from Christmas 1992, Ginger’s 21st birthday party. I can only assume we celebrated with alcohol earlier in the evening, because we came home to her mom’s house and decided that it would be a GREAT idea to decorate the Christmas tree with socks and bras. Allllll kinds of bras and socks. I think they were all Ginger’s dainty things…. or maybe we each contributed some, I can’t remember. Her mom knew that we were all “artsy” types and was cool with having her tree decorated unconventionally.

    This tree decoration was only topped by one Christmas when Ginger and I shared an apartment, when we made terribly naughty gingerbread people out of salt dough and hung them on our tree. Too bad I don’t have any photos of that.

    Ginger, Bonnie and myself wearing some of the tree ornaments. Apparently this was before I discovered the  magic of eyebrow plucking, and letting my hair go naturally curly.

    This is one of my favorite photos ever taken of myself, at Tyler State Park. I think that I am trying not to throw up due to the liter of wine I drank the previous evening.

    Dear baby Jesus, Allah, Buddha, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster: 
    Please make my belly look this good again some day. And let me appreciate it that time around.
    Thank you. 
    Love,
    Katy

    Aww. My old driver’s license. I looked so young!! I suppose that’s because I was.  Note the fancy eyeliner and blood red lipstick. I do believe I am wearing a Cure shirt.

    One of my best friends when I was little was a boy named Jesse. He was the grandson of my grandma’s next-door neighbor/best friend, Fran. Fran’s family and my family might as well have been blood relatives, we were so close. I only saw Jesse in the summers when I would get to visit Grandma for a month or so. We had all kinds of fun driving his go-kart, building hammocks, exploring the woods, swimming in the sound, setting off fireworks, and building crab traps (and taking out the leaky rowboat to set them, and actually catching crabs!) (not in THAT way, we were like 8 years old, get your mind out of the gutter!). During the school year we’d write each other letters, often in “secret code” so my little brothers couldn’t decipher them. Our secret codes were like a=1, b=2, c=3 and so on, but we sure thought we were being clever! You can click the letter below for a larger, more legible version.

    Oh. My. God. We looked so YOUNG! This is me, Margret, and Kathryn on Earth Day 1991. We were 18. What the hell did I do to my hair? Good lord.


  9. More Boston… Snowstorm and Aquarium

    December 17, 2007 :: 10:17 pm

    Bob digs out his car from underneath 8 inches of fresh powdery snow.

    The parking lot behind Bob’s building.

    The blue sky against the snow was gorgeous.

    A view looking out over the snowy rooftops of Somerville.

    We finally made it to the New England Aquarium; we tried to go the day before but it closed early due to snowstorm.


  10. Scenes from Boston

    December 13, 2007 :: 6:26 pm

    Doc and I went to Boston for a conference (Web Design World, which was really a fantastic conference) and to visit Bob for a few days. Boston is a beautiful city, especially in winter. It’s been really cold and wet and snowy here, and I love it.

    The churches in Boston are so beautiful that they almost make me want to actually GO to church!

    We took a self portrait on the street.

    This is the Christian Science Church.

    The Boston Public Library is one of the most beautiful buildings I have ever seen. This is part of the main entrance hall and stairs.

    The library had an exhibit of intricately detailed dioramas.

    I love Johnny Cupcakes!! Especially the cupcake-and-crossbones logo.

    Me and Doc next to a subway station.

    I love wearing my scarf and coat.

    Not the Old North Church, but the Old South Church.

    A big pile of icy snow.

    Today we ate breakfast at a place down the street from Bob, then hopped on the subway to go to the Aquarium and the Science Museum. By the time we started off to the train station, the snow was coming down pretty heavily.

    Bob and I at the Aquarium. It had closed 2 hours before we got there, due to heavy snow.

    This is the snowstorm that seemed to be shutting down the whole city.


  11. Photoshop World Las Vegas

    September 12, 2007 :: 8:44 am

    Doc and I spent a couple of days last week in Las Vegas for the Photoshop World conference. The conference was really good and I learned a lot about a lot of things, and came home with “The Phone Book,” the name everyone was calling the 2-1/2-inch-thick conference workbook. That thing is amazing; it’s got all the instructors’ notes and presentations from all the sessions, so if you weren’t able to attend a class you still have the materials from it.

    Despite both of us being sick in various ways (see last post), we still managed to have fun. Neither of us really wanted to “Vegas it up” this time, so we didn’t feel pressured to go to expensive shows or drink or gamble. We did a lot of walking around, taking photos. On our last day, I gave Doc $3 to put into a slot machine and 2 minutes later he cashed out with $43. Not bad! We bought a nice lunch.

    A few interesting observations: In Las Vegas, it’s sometimes hard to tell the real whores from the regular tourists that are just dressed that way. Everything in Las Vegas is about double the cost that it would be almost anywhere else. “But it’s a dry heat” is bullshit. Adequately padded shoes may not look fashionable, but they’re crucial.

    I estimate that I may have walked close to 5 miles each day of the conference (in flat sandals…. owwwww my feet). I think it was about 1/2 mile between our hotel room and the convention center, and this was in the same freaking hotel. All the restaurants except for one in the Land of Foodcourtia in the convention center were closed. The one that was open had only greasy fried food, hot dogs, and $9.50 hamburgers. We ate there only once, and then trekked 1-1/2 miles over to the Luxor hotel for lunch on the other days.

    This is a good representation of what it feels like in the casinos. Imagine sucking in a lungful of stale smoky air to complete the picture.
    Vegas 2007

    The sunset was quite lovely. These colors are fairly accurate.
    Vegas 2007

    The castle at cheesy Excalibur.
    Vegas 2007

    Mandalay Bay had a really nice “beach” area with a wave pool filled with showoffy 17 year old boys, and a couple of regular pools filled with fat women of questionable sexuality on inner tubes. I spent a little time soaking up the sun, covered in sunscreen of course, reading and making vitamin D.
    Vegas 2007

    Paris was lovely, as usual, with the painted ceiling and cobblestone “streets.” As a side note, Paris and Aladdin used to be connected…. but now Aladdin is the Planet Hollywood Hotel. They’re taking down all the beautiful Middle Eastern decor and replacing it with flat “glam” Hollywood looking stuff. No more sandstone arches, painted ceiling, or fake thunderstorms.
    Vegas 2007

    We paused for a self portrait on a bench in Planet Hollywood. 1 a.m., our feet hurt and we were exhausted from walking.
    Vegas 2007

    A fake crystal chandelier.
    Vegas 2007


  12. The Galloping Gertie

    August 4, 2007 :: 6:00 pm

    My friend Stacey lives in Minneapolis and luckily was not on the bridge over the river at the time of its collapse.

    Which reminded me of the footage I’ve seen of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge (also known, ominously, considering its fate, as “Galloping Gertie”) tearing itself to pieces in a high wind in 1940.