Kansas City boasts a world-class art museum. I spent several hours there, could have spent several days! (More pictures, etc, when I get settled after the new year.)
It’s free (except for parking) and I highly recommend it!
We have rarely, if ever, traveled during the holidays. Part of it was being home with the kids and all, part of it was the horrors of, well, travel during the holidays.
This year is different. An opportunity came up, the kids have all long since moved out, and hell, why not?
Yes, well, about that…
We were supposed to be getting to the airport about now, flying to Seattle, but the airline sent an email telling us that the flight was delayed by at least three hours. Which would mean that we would miss our connection and end up sleeping on the floor in Oakland waiting for a connecting flight in the morning. Not my idea of a good time.
After over a half-hour on hold we’ve gotten switched to another set of flights that will get us into Seattle about 1:30 AM. Also not my idea of a good time, but better than the alternative.
I plan on having a good time on this trip, but between the flu earlier in the week and this start to the trip, I’m wondering if the gods have other plans.
I hate it when I have to fight with the gods to have a good time!
Oh, well. It will be an adventure. Where’s my adventure hat?
Not as much as I might have hoped for, but then again, I’m a Vermont expat.
There were a few trees doing their best to lead the charge, and I applaud them for the effort! But given the temperatures, the rains, and the changing climate in general, it looks like it will be early to mid November before peak color comes to central North Carolina.
I’m confused. Granted, there are differences from community to community, state to state, region to region about what certain things mean and now they’re indicated in local signage, but I really don’t understand here –
Just what did the hydrants do to deserve this sort of campaign of negativity?
Maybe it’s a voting thing – God knows there are enough election-related signs everywhere urging us to vote for this guy, against that guy, for this proposal, against this other stupid idea… Maybe there’s some local ordinance that’s being protested?
Just what did the hydrants do to deserve this?
Sometimes the universe offers interesting opportunities. No doubt it’s all just coincidence as filtered through the forebrains of some slightly evolved apes who have a knack for pattern recognition and not some higher power trying to guide us. But still…
Last Thursday, John Scalzi was in Los Angeles on his latest book tour. (“The Consuming Fire” just came out last week and I finished it on the plane today – it’s very, VERY good, I enjoyed it tremendously, FYI.) I’ve gone to see him on his last four or five book tours and I highly recommend catching him if you ever can.
But last Thursday I couldn’t, or didn’t, make it out to see him on tour this time around. Too many priorities, a location that I would have loved to see but is harder to get to during rush hour, etc. Lots of reasons to not go and not enough excuses to make it happen. I was disappointed, but not devastated.
Then I noticed in his schedule that tonight he was going to be in Raleigh, NC, on the other side of the continent. By sheer coincidence, I’m in Raleigh, NC tonight, for a family wedding this weekend.
Coincidence? Or message from the gods??!!
Right. Coincidence. Still…
There’s one opportunity. While we were travelling all day to get here and had to be getting to our hotel and meeting family for dinner and so on when we did get into town, it might be possible to boogie out of the family events by 7:00 PM. Maybe. The signing tour site isn’t that far from our hotel, and by LA standards (where “across town” can be 120 miles and six hours at rush hour) it’s literally almost walking distance. (Granted, I’ve run marathons and enjoy walking, so two miles might mean something different to me than it does to others.)
That’s one opportunity.
On the other hand, at dinner I got to meet my new grand-niece-in-law (?!) for the first time. She’s a two-year-old sweetie and I need to get started early on being a bad influence for this next generation. I am, after all, the “funcle” in the family. (A certain amount of exhaustion and some challenges in getting a two-year-old dressed to go down to dinner led me to being labeled “Funcle Pants” at one point, but that’s a story for another day.
That’s another opportunity.
In the end I chose to spend time with my new future co-conspirator, which earned me both hugs and the pride and joy of hearing her learn the phrase “Funcle Paul.” I’ve seen Scalzi before, and will no doubt see him again many times in the future. But there’s only one chance to become Funcle Paul.
Have I mentioned that I take a **LOT** of pictures? (Hint — I have)
As proof that if you do that, eventually you’ll take one that just pops, where you look at it and say, “Damn! I took that picture and it’s just about perfect!”
Here’s one of those that I took.
September 2009, Ventura, CA
One of the things about taking ***LOTS*** of pictures is that you get lucky every once in a while. Like when I was out on the Ventura Pier and this gull decided to buzz me and head down to the water. I take a lot of pictures of critters, and the critters are often flying. Occasionally I get lucky. Volume helps the odds.
This picture was taken as the cruise ship left harbor right at sunset. It was magical and beautiful.
The city itself during the day was interesting to explore. It was far more industrial than the other cities we saw on this cruise, especially the harbor area. Lot after lot of cars being imported or exported, large fuel tanks, acre after acre of shipping containers. However, once the odd little tourist taxis got us off into the city it was fun to wander about on foot, looking at the cathedrals, occasional plaza and monument, and the rows of tourist trap shops and vendors along the beach.
But that sunset departure – that was special!