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After some days of hopeless worry, I joined Cathy and Sarah in lugging bags to the airport, and then we all flew to Colorado. We were all together on the first leg, Rochester to Chicago. Then we were on two flights, with nothing much to be done about it. Small error; shouldn't recur. I hit the deck, got my large bag and a rental car (a Prius, at no extra charge) and got back in time to reacquire my family. Also to attend to other needs, one of which was food.
The drive up on I-470 and I-25 was calm and scenic, though I had the impression someone in the back seat was bored. Fortunately, she slept until we were almost to our hotel. Then we checked in with my sister Martha, had a tasty supper at Vern's, and turned in for the night.
All in all, a good trip. Sarah was frequently bored, but seems to have managed to enjoy aspects of the trip. She particularly doted on her cousin Liberty (Bonnie was suffering from a sore throat, so much of our interactions with her involved not tiring her out, and not breathing too much in her immediate vicinity). In many ways, we were on separate vacations, as I had friends to visit and also spent some time in family activities like music and work.
Music? Oh, yes. I got to play trios by Telemann and Pez with my sister and a family friend. Martha played violin, Jan played recorder, and I accompanied on Jan's nice harpsichord. I also got to jam with elements of the old gang two times, and guested on Excursions, Randy's radio show over KRFC (simulcast on the web every Saturday night from 9 to 11 Mountain Time) twice. I also got to play my old upright piano, which is at Martha's house. After mine, it felt in tune.
Work? Well, yeah. It's not like I've been working here all that much. She had a near-indigestible mass of Bible verses to proof, so we worked side by side for a few hours and got it taken care of in about three sessions. I pretty much paid for my part of the trip with that, plus the car. I also brought back another job that I will return to after some food.
Regrets? Always. I never got in touch with pal Jim, and I really wanted to see pal Steve one more time. Weather kept precipitating just enough to rule out a keenly anticipated trip to Signature Rock.
Joys? Packing. I didn't bring way too much stuff. What I brought got used. I was requested to pack up old artwork and strips to show to Randy's friend Mike (who writes comics), so we had a pleasant hour or two at Mike's kitchen table passing photocopies around. Even when I had everything together, including the man-sized suitcase, I could carry/wheel it all by myself and still open doors.
We came home separately -- Cathy and Sarah on the 1st, then I came back on the 7th. Seats were narrow, but I dug in with a crossword puzzle and iPod and the time went by. I'm thinking of marketing a bungee strap to keep one's legs more or less parallel on a flight, though the sprawlers who really need them probably don't suspect a thing. All was in order at home (though the lawn insisted on continuing to grow in our absence). The cat was fine; the basil was dryish but still alive.
I just came in from mowing the front half of the back yard, which means everything back to the hill has been trimmed since my return. The fan is still blowing on me at maximum, but it's now possible to think of a time when I could even turn it off. In the breeze it makes, a small America flag wags from side to side, and taped a bit lower at my eye level is a piece of paper from my desk pad decorated with the words "Dear mom and dad you are good parents to me. Love Sarah."
I saw my friends. I visited family. I made music and got some work. My daughter writes me notes. At times like this, it's too bad I don't ever seem to fill out the "mood" line below. Music either, but I was listening to Debussy.
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After some days of hopeless worry, I joined Cathy and Sarah in lugging bags to the airport, and then we all flew to Colorado. We were all together on the first leg, Rochester to Chicago. Then we were on two flights, with nothing much to be done about it. Small error; shouldn't recur. I hit the deck, got my large bag and a rental car (a Prius, at no extra charge) and got back in time to reacquire my family. Also to attend to other needs, one of which was food.
The drive up on I-470 and I-25 was calm and scenic, though I had the impression someone in the back seat was bored. Fortunately, she slept until we were almost to our hotel. Then we checked in with my sister Martha, had a tasty supper at Vern's, and turned in for the night.
All in all, a good trip. Sarah was frequently bored, but seems to have managed to enjoy aspects of the trip. She particularly doted on her cousin Liberty (Bonnie was suffering from a sore throat, so much of our interactions with her involved not tiring her out, and not breathing too much in her immediate vicinity). In many ways, we were on separate vacations, as I had friends to visit and also spent some time in family activities like music and work.
Music? Oh, yes. I got to play trios by Telemann and Pez with my sister and a family friend. Martha played violin, Jan played recorder, and I accompanied on Jan's nice harpsichord. I also got to jam with elements of the old gang two times, and guested on Excursions, Randy's radio show over KRFC (simulcast on the web every Saturday night from 9 to 11 Mountain Time) twice. I also got to play my old upright piano, which is at Martha's house. After mine, it felt in tune.
Work? Well, yeah. It's not like I've been working here all that much. She had a near-indigestible mass of Bible verses to proof, so we worked side by side for a few hours and got it taken care of in about three sessions. I pretty much paid for my part of the trip with that, plus the car. I also brought back another job that I will return to after some food.
Regrets? Always. I never got in touch with pal Jim, and I really wanted to see pal Steve one more time. Weather kept precipitating just enough to rule out a keenly anticipated trip to Signature Rock.
Joys? Packing. I didn't bring way too much stuff. What I brought got used. I was requested to pack up old artwork and strips to show to Randy's friend Mike (who writes comics), so we had a pleasant hour or two at Mike's kitchen table passing photocopies around. Even when I had everything together, including the man-sized suitcase, I could carry/wheel it all by myself and still open doors.
We came home separately -- Cathy and Sarah on the 1st, then I came back on the 7th. Seats were narrow, but I dug in with a crossword puzzle and iPod and the time went by. I'm thinking of marketing a bungee strap to keep one's legs more or less parallel on a flight, though the sprawlers who really need them probably don't suspect a thing. All was in order at home (though the lawn insisted on continuing to grow in our absence). The cat was fine; the basil was dryish but still alive.
I just came in from mowing the front half of the back yard, which means everything back to the hill has been trimmed since my return. The fan is still blowing on me at maximum, but it's now possible to think of a time when I could even turn it off. In the breeze it makes, a small America flag wags from side to side, and taped a bit lower at my eye level is a piece of paper from my desk pad decorated with the words "Dear mom and dad you are good parents to me. Love Sarah."
I saw my friends. I visited family. I made music and got some work. My daughter writes me notes. At times like this, it's too bad I don't ever seem to fill out the "mood" line below. Music either, but I was listening to Debussy.
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