Posts Tagged ‘Travel’

Happy St Patrick’s Day

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010


It’s still St Patrick’s Day here for a few more hours — and in points further west. So I wish you the joy of the day.

My youngest granddaughter who believes in the joy of holidays, thinks it’s a celebration in honor of one of her uncles.

Her dad says that all day long she’s been telling everyone she meets, “Happy Uncle Patrick’s Day!”

Sounds like a good idea to me.

I wish you the same, whether your name is Patrick or not.

I hope to be more timely in my blogging now that my mother is situated in an assisted living apartment and not moving from place to place on a nearly weekly basis, and I am not coughing my head off.

Next week I’m off to New York for a wedding. I’d actually forgotten because I’d made the reservations ages ago. I usually spend time ahead looking for things that will be going on in the city before I go. This time I made reservations to see one play back when I bought my plane ticket. And then life got interesting and I never got a chance to see what else might be happening.

If you have suggestions for things happening in the city now, please comment and let me know. Even if you haven’t been there, but have ideas of good stuff to do, I’d love to hear about it. I’ve been to NYC lots of times, but there’s always more to see and do than I ever have time for.

Suggest! I’d appreciate it. And you might well win one of the books in this week’s Great Book Give-Away.

The Great American Road Trip

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009


Miss me?

I had no idea I would be gone so long, but time flies when you’re driving . . . and driving . . . and driving.

We left a week ago Monday to take a a couple of days to reach Montana to visit grandkids (and of course their parents). I hadn’t been there since Hank was born and he is now three months old — and has definitely changed a lot. Big Sis hasn’t changed as much, but she didn’t tip her chair over and need stitches in her head this time and we count that as a plus.

I love Montana — even when it’s the Land Of Snow And More Snow. But this time it was idyllic — sunny, just warm enough, late afternoon rain showers that disappeared over the mountains about an hour after they arrived. Everything was green and bright and cheerful. I didn’t want to leave.

Except . . .

We were heading to Washington to visit the newest grandson — whom we hadn’t yet met. That was an incentive, believe me. But we didn’t make a headlong dash. Instead we detoured by La Grande, Oregon where one of my mother’s first cousins and her husband of 71 years are living.

I hadn’t seen them since I was ten. It felt like yesterday — but I didn’t have quite so much gray in my hair at age 10. I was skinnier too.

In any case, we had a wonderful time. They toured us all over the area, showed us the best bits of their part of the world, then took us out to eat at a wonderful Mexican restaurant. It was a treat, and we were sorry to leave.

Finally now we’ve arrived in Washington. We’ve met Sol, who is remarkably like his father. Pictures didn’t do the resemblance justice, but seeing the big feet and hands certainly did. Plus in animation, he is very much his Daddy’s boy.

Lovely trip. Now we get to spend a week here. And I get to tuck in Demetrios’s revisions while I’m visiting Sol and, I hope, touching base with several other long lost relatives. Great fun. One of the best vacations I’ve had in years.

I loved my work trip to Cannes last autumn, but I must say I have found this to be a lovely change of pace. There’s nothing like going across 2300 miles of America to make you appreciate the beauty and diversity of this country — and to enjoy so many interesting people.

What about you? Are you a fan of family vacations? Getting away from it all? Exotic places? Give me some suggestions? I love to travel.

Charley’s Postcard

Friday, June 26th, 2009

Charley the studly laptop has been recovering from his exertions getting Demetios and Anny finished and sent off to Richmond.

He was heartened in his efforts by the arrival of a postcard from one of his admirers, Scarlet S O’Dell (a very classy red English lass) who was holidaying in Lindos with her family.

Hearing from Scarlet (and heaven only knows what The Powers That Be at Mills & Boon thought of the postcard when it arrived) made Charley’s — and my — day!

We send thanks to Scarlet (and Rach who had to write it for her because Scarlet couldn’t get any connectivity out in the Grecian boondocks apparently) and are very happy to have it. It has pride of place on the bookshelf now. Charley is lobbying for a trophy case in which to put it. This is sort of like a notch on the computer bedpost, I guess.

Next thing you know he’ll be getting postcards from lovely lissome lady laptops all over the world. There will be no end to his preening then.

I am in the process of cleaning my office (a long process) and watching physics lectures by Richard Wolfson (sort of physics for non-believers, er, scientists) which I’m thoroughly enjoying. This is in preparation for George’s book. Fascinating stuff.

The Prof keeps looking at me strangely when I say that. I think he expected me to be bored out of my mind. Not at all. It all makes perfect sense and as long as I filter it through George’s brain — and his relationship with Sophy (whom you will meet in Christo’s book) — has a great deal of relevance to my life.

Well, I suppose the laws of physics have a great deal to do with everyone’s life (gravity among other things), but I just don’t spend a lot of time thinking about it specifically. Nice that George does, though.

Scarlet — and Rach — thank you for making Charley such a happy guy! Hope you had a good time on Lindos!