Wednesday, January 31, 2007
cosmopolitan man
you will want to brighten up your day by reading the travelogue brought to you by My Younger Son on his Adventures To Europe And Back -- http://vyncentvega.livejournal.com/ -- great pictures and delightful commentary!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
ahem...
polite notice in quaint drug store's toy department: Unattended children will be given espresso and a free puppy.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
vignette
They had killed her husband. Lenny had made the mistake of reporting them when he looked outside and noticed shadows in the garage. They were caught, but, of course, protested their innocence. They got a ride to the police station and since they were underage, they were released to their parents ... once again sighed Martha.
Dirk and his buddy, Prowler, were well-known to the neighborhood and had been in and out of skirmishes since they had met in grade school. Both sets of parents worked and the kids had been left on their own a lot, but Martha felt that shouldn’t really excuse their behavior. She thought maybe the parents had just finally given up. Joe and Barb, Dirk’s parents, had split up four years ago leaving Barb with her hands full ... or fuller, Martha thought. Joe had always been quiet and kind of mousey. It was tough on Barb to have to try to control Dirk and hold down a job, too. Obviously it hadn’t worked very well.
But this last escapade was different. Martha had noticed some new graffiti on the train overpass two blocks down the street and had seen some new ‘tough guys’ hanging around the neighborhood. She was convinced the new influence had lead to Lenny’s death.
After Dirk and Prowler were released to their parents, they’d driven by her house six or seven times, playing their god-awful music real loud and squealing their tires. Lenny had kept reading the paper, figuring they could protest all they wanted, but that justice was going to be done sooner or later since both boys would be graduating in two months and would turn eighteen one of these days.
Lenny’s murder happened exactly three weeks later. She had reminded him to take out the trash, then had gone on upstairs to brush her teeth and go to bed. She’d heard the back door open, then had drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t until she’d awoken at 2:20 am that she realized he wasn’t sleeping beside her. When she didn’t hear any noise she got up to see if something was wrong and that was when she found him -- out by the back door with a single, fatal knife wound to the heart.
She had called the police, had managed to hold together through the funeral, had answered questions for the investigators, had watched as they arrested Dirk and Prowler, and had sat through the hearing and trial. Dirk had confessed that he and Prowler had attacked Lenny, although Dirk insisted Prowler had wielded the knife. The trial had riveted the small community and today the judge was expected to announce the sentence.
“This court is now in session!” The pronouncement startled her from her thoughts and she nervously listened as the judge spoke. “The tragedy that ended the life of Lenny Brocker began years ago with these two young men. When children are not disciplined, when they do not suffer punishment for their mistakes, when they do not learn there are consequences for their actions, they grow into angry, aggressive, or apathetic young people who refuse to be responsible members of our society. If they are unwilling or refuse to follow the rules -- the laws of our land, their obligation to society will be harshly redeemed. It is not the policy of this court to be lenient to either miscreants or murders. In addition, this court finds that innocent victims often regain some control over their tumultuous lives by providing their own input as to the disposition of these cases. With that in mind, this court will take a fifteen minute recess while Mrs. Brocker meets with me in my chambers.”
Her heart pounded furiously. Was he going to question her, ask her what verdict she thought appropriate? She was a God-fearing woman who had opposed capital punishment all her life. She never raised her voice, never gossiped, always went to church, helped down at the Mission once-a-month, and forgave and forgot easily. Usually. But now she was so angry. Lenny had been taken from her and she missed him. He was her best friend, her companion, her advisor, her humorist, her shoulder to cry on. His death had hit her hard and she’d spent not a little time questioning her beliefs. And, truthfully, there were times when she thought her anger and grief were going to make her permanently crazy.
The judge asked her to be seated on the leather couch in his office, then sat and looked at her. “Martha, I know you have given this whole sad situation a lot of thought. I know you are a good woman who has never wronged anyone. I am confident you know the difference between right and wrong. Since I want your opinion about this mess and I’d like to have an opinion that is separate from strong emotion, let me ask you about everything this way. Just assume you live in the wilderness of the Arctic with fourteen dogs which are trained to work together pulling your sled. Some of the dogs are easy-going, some are lazy, and several are leaders, but two of these dogs fight with others, won’t obey and work with the team, and are disruptive, what would you do?”
She looked him straight in the eye and calmly said, “I’d shot them.”
They exchanged a few more words, then Martha returned to the courtroom with the judge following shortly. His comments thereafter were succinct: Life in prison with no chance of parole. Several people thought the sentence was too strong and vowed to seek a milder sentence, in the name of justice. Others thought the young men should be put to death, in the name of justice.
Martha wasn’t sure how she felt about the decision and worked it back and forth in her mind as the weeks and months wore on. Finally, however, she did make peace with the issue -- revenge was wrong and she was glad to be able to hold to one of her basic beliefs, but justice, oh yes, justice was certainly right. And those two deserved every living hell they had coming to them. And she was at peace with that.
Dirk and his buddy, Prowler, were well-known to the neighborhood and had been in and out of skirmishes since they had met in grade school. Both sets of parents worked and the kids had been left on their own a lot, but Martha felt that shouldn’t really excuse their behavior. She thought maybe the parents had just finally given up. Joe and Barb, Dirk’s parents, had split up four years ago leaving Barb with her hands full ... or fuller, Martha thought. Joe had always been quiet and kind of mousey. It was tough on Barb to have to try to control Dirk and hold down a job, too. Obviously it hadn’t worked very well.
But this last escapade was different. Martha had noticed some new graffiti on the train overpass two blocks down the street and had seen some new ‘tough guys’ hanging around the neighborhood. She was convinced the new influence had lead to Lenny’s death.
After Dirk and Prowler were released to their parents, they’d driven by her house six or seven times, playing their god-awful music real loud and squealing their tires. Lenny had kept reading the paper, figuring they could protest all they wanted, but that justice was going to be done sooner or later since both boys would be graduating in two months and would turn eighteen one of these days.
Lenny’s murder happened exactly three weeks later. She had reminded him to take out the trash, then had gone on upstairs to brush her teeth and go to bed. She’d heard the back door open, then had drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t until she’d awoken at 2:20 am that she realized he wasn’t sleeping beside her. When she didn’t hear any noise she got up to see if something was wrong and that was when she found him -- out by the back door with a single, fatal knife wound to the heart.
She had called the police, had managed to hold together through the funeral, had answered questions for the investigators, had watched as they arrested Dirk and Prowler, and had sat through the hearing and trial. Dirk had confessed that he and Prowler had attacked Lenny, although Dirk insisted Prowler had wielded the knife. The trial had riveted the small community and today the judge was expected to announce the sentence.
“This court is now in session!” The pronouncement startled her from her thoughts and she nervously listened as the judge spoke. “The tragedy that ended the life of Lenny Brocker began years ago with these two young men. When children are not disciplined, when they do not suffer punishment for their mistakes, when they do not learn there are consequences for their actions, they grow into angry, aggressive, or apathetic young people who refuse to be responsible members of our society. If they are unwilling or refuse to follow the rules -- the laws of our land, their obligation to society will be harshly redeemed. It is not the policy of this court to be lenient to either miscreants or murders. In addition, this court finds that innocent victims often regain some control over their tumultuous lives by providing their own input as to the disposition of these cases. With that in mind, this court will take a fifteen minute recess while Mrs. Brocker meets with me in my chambers.”
Her heart pounded furiously. Was he going to question her, ask her what verdict she thought appropriate? She was a God-fearing woman who had opposed capital punishment all her life. She never raised her voice, never gossiped, always went to church, helped down at the Mission once-a-month, and forgave and forgot easily. Usually. But now she was so angry. Lenny had been taken from her and she missed him. He was her best friend, her companion, her advisor, her humorist, her shoulder to cry on. His death had hit her hard and she’d spent not a little time questioning her beliefs. And, truthfully, there were times when she thought her anger and grief were going to make her permanently crazy.
The judge asked her to be seated on the leather couch in his office, then sat and looked at her. “Martha, I know you have given this whole sad situation a lot of thought. I know you are a good woman who has never wronged anyone. I am confident you know the difference between right and wrong. Since I want your opinion about this mess and I’d like to have an opinion that is separate from strong emotion, let me ask you about everything this way. Just assume you live in the wilderness of the Arctic with fourteen dogs which are trained to work together pulling your sled. Some of the dogs are easy-going, some are lazy, and several are leaders, but two of these dogs fight with others, won’t obey and work with the team, and are disruptive, what would you do?”
She looked him straight in the eye and calmly said, “I’d shot them.”
They exchanged a few more words, then Martha returned to the courtroom with the judge following shortly. His comments thereafter were succinct: Life in prison with no chance of parole. Several people thought the sentence was too strong and vowed to seek a milder sentence, in the name of justice. Others thought the young men should be put to death, in the name of justice.
Martha wasn’t sure how she felt about the decision and worked it back and forth in her mind as the weeks and months wore on. Finally, however, she did make peace with the issue -- revenge was wrong and she was glad to be able to hold to one of her basic beliefs, but justice, oh yes, justice was certainly right. And those two deserved every living hell they had coming to them. And she was at peace with that.
Friday, January 26, 2007
roomy
these stitches aren't great, but at least they give you an idea of all the nice leg room we have!
oopsie
got this from the iowa fitnet guy who sends out daily health messages -- oh wow, what the german guy must have thought!
"Last month a 21-year-old German tourist "planning" to visit his girlfriend in the Australian metropolis Sydney landed 8,077 miles away near Sidney, Montana. He had mistyped his destination on a flight booking web site, then left Germany in December for a four-week holiday wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Not the attire you need for Montana at that time of the year. He figured he wasn't heading down under when he was called to board a flight in Billings that was going across to Sidney, an oil town of about 5,000 people."
at least kt didn't have an experience like THAT on his european trip!
"Last month a 21-year-old German tourist "planning" to visit his girlfriend in the Australian metropolis Sydney landed 8,077 miles away near Sidney, Montana. He had mistyped his destination on a flight booking web site, then left Germany in December for a four-week holiday wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Not the attire you need for Montana at that time of the year. He figured he wasn't heading down under when he was called to board a flight in Billings that was going across to Sidney, an oil town of about 5,000 people."
at least kt didn't have an experience like THAT on his european trip!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
yippee...
usually families have two cars. that's what we've had most of the time, although at one point we had five cars, and that was when the kids were little! for the last two+ years we've gotten along just fine with only one car, but since i'm supposedly getting this government job and the husband is getting a part-time job, we decided we better get a second car.
so we've been looking at the lot here in town and have perused the papers and have checked car facts and made phone calls and done drive-bys. finally we found, almost by accident, a little medium blue, 4-door '99 buick le sabre. we both fell in love with it as soon as we got in and sat down -- it was so comfy, had plenty of leg room and an old-fashioned feel, so the quiet engine and smooth ride clinched it. we drove away with it the same day, feeling like we got a good deal. here's hoping it doesn't throw us any unpleasant surprises.
i'll try to get pictures posted tomorrow.
so we've been looking at the lot here in town and have perused the papers and have checked car facts and made phone calls and done drive-bys. finally we found, almost by accident, a little medium blue, 4-door '99 buick le sabre. we both fell in love with it as soon as we got in and sat down -- it was so comfy, had plenty of leg room and an old-fashioned feel, so the quiet engine and smooth ride clinched it. we drove away with it the same day, feeling like we got a good deal. here's hoping it doesn't throw us any unpleasant surprises.
i'll try to get pictures posted tomorrow.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
a different thought
"Spilling your guts is just exactly as charming as it sounds." -Fran Lebowitz
"Thrusting my nose firmly between his teeth, I threw him heavily to the ground on top of me." -Mark Twain
"Life is just a bowl of pits." -Rodney Dangerfield
"When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane." -Steve Wright
"The formula for water is H2O. Is the formula for an ice cube H2O squared?" -Lily Tomlin
"I don't want to make the wrong mistake." -Yogi Berra
"Thrusting my nose firmly between his teeth, I threw him heavily to the ground on top of me." -Mark Twain
"Life is just a bowl of pits." -Rodney Dangerfield
"When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane." -Steve Wright
"The formula for water is H2O. Is the formula for an ice cube H2O squared?" -Lily Tomlin
"I don't want to make the wrong mistake." -Yogi Berra
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
wheeee!
i am delighted to say that i actually spoke with my italy-roaming son today! it was so great to hear his voice from half-way around the world! he's enjoying himself and tomorrow is headed for zurich. i'm so glad he's having fun and can't wait to hear all about it and see those pictures -- 500+ and counting!!!
the husband and i were talking today about all the school the kids around here have missed. not that they actually miss it, but they've been absent because of snow for somewhere between 5 and 8 days. i don't know whether they'll have to make it up or if it will just be forgiven, but these people could never make it in nebraska!
our talk eventually turned to seattle and the trouble they've had with cars in the ditches, etc. and hubby said that there's not a lot of snow-removal equipment or expertise down there which ends up with people in ditches, stranded away from home, etc. and the city's mandate is to tow every vehicle which isn't where it should be! then it occurred to us that people could avoid those problems by skiing to work. but some people commute quite far, so then we decided they needed motorized skis, kinda like a segway on slats, and then i had to laugh 'cause i could just picture the 5 or 6 lane interstate clogged with skiers, all motoring along vying to get ahead, and however would you define the hov lane? it was quite a picture, then we thought about when everyone got to the tunnels and how they'd have to stop or fall over and go boink! can't you just see it...
the husband and i were talking today about all the school the kids around here have missed. not that they actually miss it, but they've been absent because of snow for somewhere between 5 and 8 days. i don't know whether they'll have to make it up or if it will just be forgiven, but these people could never make it in nebraska!
our talk eventually turned to seattle and the trouble they've had with cars in the ditches, etc. and hubby said that there's not a lot of snow-removal equipment or expertise down there which ends up with people in ditches, stranded away from home, etc. and the city's mandate is to tow every vehicle which isn't where it should be! then it occurred to us that people could avoid those problems by skiing to work. but some people commute quite far, so then we decided they needed motorized skis, kinda like a segway on slats, and then i had to laugh 'cause i could just picture the 5 or 6 lane interstate clogged with skiers, all motoring along vying to get ahead, and however would you define the hov lane? it was quite a picture, then we thought about when everyone got to the tunnels and how they'd have to stop or fall over and go boink! can't you just see it...
Friday, January 12, 2007
doubles
saw two interesting things when hubby and i went out for a walk today. it was sunny, but only about 15* with an occasional bit of breeze.
1) i was scanning the harbor when i noticed a bird perfectly holding its position, flapping its wings in mid-air for at least 6 seconds, then diving down toward the water. i don't recall ever seeing a bird hold still like that, except for a hummingbird.
2) without warning we all of a sudden saw a single-engine cessna fly right along the houses on the shore-line at about 100 feet above the ground. that is unusual since it's supposed to be quite a bit higher when it's over populated areas, and it didn't make a turn for a base leg to the airport. a helicopter followed about 10 seconds behind it and they both continued north into canada. we decided it must have been an illegal thing of some sort -- probably a drug runner being followed by u.s. agents.
oh, the excitement ...
1) i was scanning the harbor when i noticed a bird perfectly holding its position, flapping its wings in mid-air for at least 6 seconds, then diving down toward the water. i don't recall ever seeing a bird hold still like that, except for a hummingbird.
2) without warning we all of a sudden saw a single-engine cessna fly right along the houses on the shore-line at about 100 feet above the ground. that is unusual since it's supposed to be quite a bit higher when it's over populated areas, and it didn't make a turn for a base leg to the airport. a helicopter followed about 10 seconds behind it and they both continued north into canada. we decided it must have been an illegal thing of some sort -- probably a drug runner being followed by u.s. agents.
oh, the excitement ...
note from afar
got a message from kt -- he said his presentation went well, he finally got his luggage last night, and the food and scenery are great! life is good!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
parents always wonder...
i got a big kick out of the quote from angelina jolie that i saw the other day -- it was part of a magazine interview done by Elle magazine:
"Whatever their plans as parents, she's aware the kids will reach their teens and have ideas of their own. Right now, their only objection is Zahara's toddler tantrums when Daddy starts dancing (she screams, apparently, until he stops). ' They'll go against us one day. We were trying to figure out how, because we shoot guns in movies, we have motorbikes and planes, and Mummy's covered in tattoos. All that's left for them to do is to become Mormons! ' "
hahaha, pretty funny. ( posted at http://www.pittwatch.com/ )
"Whatever their plans as parents, she's aware the kids will reach their teens and have ideas of their own. Right now, their only objection is Zahara's toddler tantrums when Daddy starts dancing (she screams, apparently, until he stops). ' They'll go against us one day. We were trying to figure out how, because we shoot guns in movies, we have motorbikes and planes, and Mummy's covered in tattoos. All that's left for them to do is to become Mormons! ' "
hahaha, pretty funny. ( posted at http://www.pittwatch.com/ )
Monday, January 08, 2007
flight update
international interaction can be so interesting. the Younger Son spent the night in boston, then went to alitalia for the (postponed) second leg of his trip. they still had not found his luggage. oh, did i forget to tell you about that? his luggage has disappeared. united says it isn't in rochester, alitalia says it never arrived for them to load. luckily his camera, phone, and presentation are in his carry-on luggage, plus he's wearing his presentation clothes. unluckily he will have worn them for four days by the time he presents -- unless he's lucky enough to have time to shop first. ahhh ... the challenges of life.
the last time we looked his flight was only thirty minutes late in departing. i'm afraid to look again; he might still be on the ground.
he asked us to e-mail the italian hotel to tell them he wasn't going to be there tonight. that e-mail went through just fine.
he asked us to e-mail the program organizers to let them know he and jc would be a day late. that e-mail came back two times for the husband and once for me. dangit! so i surfed around trying to find an alternate e-mail address. i don't know italian, but i finally found two e-mail addresses i hoped would get to the right person -- that bounced back, too. so i called a phone number and as i was trying to get the international calling code right, the italian code right, and the phone number right, it occurred to me that it was 7:xx pm there. dangit! but a gal answered and i tried to slowly explain what i wanted to tell her. she said just a minute and about five minutes later was back on the phone. she tried to give me the cell number of a gal who would handle things; the ensuing conversation went like this:
her: (heavy italian accent) so you call 0-0-3-9-T-T-T-8-7-1-8-3-7-4 and talk to gabrayla.
me: 0-0-3-9-T-T-T-8-7-1-8-3-7-4?
her: yes, 0-0-3-9-T-T-T-8-7-1-8-3-7-4.
me: (wondering why i'd use TTT instead of 888) well, T means 8 on the phone so it's 8-8-8-8-7-1-8-3-7-4?
her: (louder) no, why do you keep saying T? it's T. T! T! 1-2-T!
me: (trying to keep from laughing) oh, okay. i've got it. 3-3-3-8-7-1-8-3-7-4. i'll call her. thank you very much.
so i called gabriella (who answered immediately) and slowly explained the situation. i spoke slowly figuring if i was having a hard time understanding her accent, she'd have a hard time understanding mine therefore talking at my normal speed would be unhelpful. we communicated fairly well while she got out her attendance list.
her: his name?
me: yirak, y-i-r-a-k.
her: mmphftftffph (i never understood what she was saying)
me: (raising my voice thinking if i spoke louder all would be made clear) yirak. y-i-r-a-k. yirak. with a 'y' as in ... (total void in the brain) ... in ... (figured i couldn't use the air traffic word 'yankee' since she probably wouldn't know that word) ... in 'yippee' ... *shakes head, feeling like an idiot*.
her: oh, here it is.
me: (finally looking on their online posted attendance list) yes, number 88.
her: and the other one?
me: carroll, c-a-r-r-o-l-l, number 16.
her: mmphftftffph? mmphftftffph?
me: number 16.
her: mmphftftffph?
me: 16. (louder, so she'll understand) 16!
her: oh, here it is, cawro, number 16.
both of us said thank yous and goodbyes amid spontaneous bursts of giggles, feeling the camaraderie that comes with successfully meeting a challenge.
the last time we looked his flight was only thirty minutes late in departing. i'm afraid to look again; he might still be on the ground.
he asked us to e-mail the italian hotel to tell them he wasn't going to be there tonight. that e-mail went through just fine.
he asked us to e-mail the program organizers to let them know he and jc would be a day late. that e-mail came back two times for the husband and once for me. dangit! so i surfed around trying to find an alternate e-mail address. i don't know italian, but i finally found two e-mail addresses i hoped would get to the right person -- that bounced back, too. so i called a phone number and as i was trying to get the international calling code right, the italian code right, and the phone number right, it occurred to me that it was 7:xx pm there. dangit! but a gal answered and i tried to slowly explain what i wanted to tell her. she said just a minute and about five minutes later was back on the phone. she tried to give me the cell number of a gal who would handle things; the ensuing conversation went like this:
her: (heavy italian accent) so you call 0-0-3-9-T-T-T-8-7-1-8-3-7-4 and talk to gabrayla.
me: 0-0-3-9-T-T-T-8-7-1-8-3-7-4?
her: yes, 0-0-3-9-T-T-T-8-7-1-8-3-7-4.
me: (wondering why i'd use TTT instead of 888) well, T means 8 on the phone so it's 8-8-8-8-7-1-8-3-7-4?
her: (louder) no, why do you keep saying T? it's T. T! T! 1-2-T!
me: (trying to keep from laughing) oh, okay. i've got it. 3-3-3-8-7-1-8-3-7-4. i'll call her. thank you very much.
so i called gabriella (who answered immediately) and slowly explained the situation. i spoke slowly figuring if i was having a hard time understanding her accent, she'd have a hard time understanding mine therefore talking at my normal speed would be unhelpful. we communicated fairly well while she got out her attendance list.
her: his name?
me: yirak, y-i-r-a-k.
her: mmphftftffph (i never understood what she was saying)
me: (raising my voice thinking if i spoke louder all would be made clear) yirak. y-i-r-a-k. yirak. with a 'y' as in ... (total void in the brain) ... in ... (figured i couldn't use the air traffic word 'yankee' since she probably wouldn't know that word) ... in 'yippee' ... *shakes head, feeling like an idiot*.
her: oh, here it is.
me: (finally looking on their online posted attendance list) yes, number 88.
her: and the other one?
me: carroll, c-a-r-r-o-l-l, number 16.
her: mmphftftffph? mmphftftffph?
me: number 16.
her: mmphftftffph?
me: 16. (louder, so she'll understand) 16!
her: oh, here it is, cawro, number 16.
both of us said thank yous and goodbyes amid spontaneous bursts of giggles, feeling the camaraderie that comes with successfully meeting a challenge.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
i've found a web cam of the little town MWYS is going for his workshop in italy -- it's at http://www.vitton.it/webcam/camsauze.jpg -- right now it's night there, so i can't see what's what, but i'll be checking it out tomorrow!
as it turns out his united flight had a mechanical delay which caused them to get to the alitalia gate just 20 minutes before lift-off and their seats had been given to someone else so they missed the connecting flight to milan and are stuck in boston this evening. the husband was really p.o.'d about it.
i just hope the rest of the trip goes okay so they don't miss any of the conference. from milan they have an hour and a half bus ride to turin, then another bus ride (about an hour, i think) to sauze d'oulx. that leaves plenty of room for mishaps, but whatever happens i just hope it's enjoyable!
as it turns out his united flight had a mechanical delay which caused them to get to the alitalia gate just 20 minutes before lift-off and their seats had been given to someone else so they missed the connecting flight to milan and are stuck in boston this evening. the husband was really p.o.'d about it.
i just hope the rest of the trip goes okay so they don't miss any of the conference. from milan they have an hour and a half bus ride to turin, then another bus ride (about an hour, i think) to sauze d'oulx. that leaves plenty of room for mishaps, but whatever happens i just hope it's enjoyable!
and he's off...
in just 2 hours MWYS will be off on his trans-continent trip. our drive down to seatac to take him to his departure plane on friday went smoothly. we said our quick good-byes, then tried to find our way to a small dress shop just south of the airport. haha, the roads didn't do what i thought they would, but we found the place without any trouble only to see that benson's dress shop was out of business. how sad. i bought my mother-of-the-groom dress there when MOS got married 2 years ago. i wonder if the owner died. she was an older lady who worked in the shop and did all the marking for the alterations, including getting on her knees to measure hems, and she had to be in her late 80's.
after that we whisked over to yea's wok for a quick bite. very unfortunately, MWYS didn't get a chance to eat at yea's on this trip. yea's wok is the BEST place to eat chinese food in seattle, or washington state, or the west coast for that matter. go there. enjoy yourself. coal creek village shopping center on the safeway (northwest) corner of the intersection in newcastle, 425.644.5546.
after that we whisked over to yea's wok for a quick bite. very unfortunately, MWYS didn't get a chance to eat at yea's on this trip. yea's wok is the BEST place to eat chinese food in seattle, or washington state, or the west coast for that matter. go there. enjoy yourself. coal creek village shopping center on the safeway (northwest) corner of the intersection in newcastle, 425.644.5546.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
here we go again
here it is: 2007! happy new year everybody!
we had a lovely, lovely visit with My Wonderful Younger Son over the holidays -- now he is back in new york and will be taking off for italy tomorrow. such a cosmopolitan person! he is scheduled to present a talk at a workshop in sauze d'oulx (in the alps somewhere west of turin) -- i'm glad he presents the first day so he can then sit back and relax for the rest of the conference. the following week he and another classmate will head off, via trains, to switzerland then germany before returning to rochester. what a great experience it all will be!
but it was soooooooo nice to have him home with us -- we talked about stuff, we played dominoes and uno, we worked crossword puzzles, we traded dance steps, we ate good food, we sat together companionably while reading. it was so very nice and all the memories are tucked away for future perusal. (pictures to follow this post.)
the husband and i have been so very lucky and truly blessed with our kids. our thanks to the universe for these gifts!
we had a lovely, lovely visit with My Wonderful Younger Son over the holidays -- now he is back in new york and will be taking off for italy tomorrow. such a cosmopolitan person! he is scheduled to present a talk at a workshop in sauze d'oulx (in the alps somewhere west of turin) -- i'm glad he presents the first day so he can then sit back and relax for the rest of the conference. the following week he and another classmate will head off, via trains, to switzerland then germany before returning to rochester. what a great experience it all will be!
but it was soooooooo nice to have him home with us -- we talked about stuff, we played dominoes and uno, we worked crossword puzzles, we traded dance steps, we ate good food, we sat together companionably while reading. it was so very nice and all the memories are tucked away for future perusal. (pictures to follow this post.)
the husband and i have been so very lucky and truly blessed with our kids. our thanks to the universe for these gifts!
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