Sun? What happened to the four days of rain?
Probably holding off to start falling tomorrow morning as we load the car for *V*A*C*AT*I*O*N*. I have just completed all the technology updates for the trip...the laptop is synched with the desktop and the updated database is copied over; the iPod has all the latest "Wait,Wait" podcasts and some new music; the Palm has updates of the database, the list of bookstores, the calendar and suchlike. As I just whimpered to
rainkatt, this probably means one or more pieces of equipment will have a total meltdown when most wanted.
Blindingly sunny at the moment; my desk faces west and the lowering sun is flaring through the red Japanese maple leaves. My newly planted Bloodgood maple is surviving the shock on leaving its pot, and is so far maintaining most of its wine red color. The established (paler) red maple goes green by early summer and in fact is currently fading to chartreuse.
Tomorrow we head for the Northern California coast for three days north of Trinidad (yes, it sounds wrong to me too) which is a bit north of Eureka and Arcata, just below one of the stands of old growth redwoods and overlooking the ocean rocks inhabited by noisy seal colonies. We may even rent an ocean kayak for B's pleasure, but at the very least he's dismantling and packing his bike in the back of the Prius. There are several pleasant book shops in that neck of the woods and this time of year can be surprisingly pleasant. or not. Except for cooler temperatures, the forecast is looking much like home, but with crashing waves. I am virtuously packing yoga DVDs to try to maintain my winning streak. Managing some form five out of seven days for the last month. :: is proud::
Tuesday -- Ashland! No Shakespeare this year, as we've already seem enough versions of the things they have scheduled (Romeo, Tempest, Shrew and As You Like It). Instead, a new translation of The Cherry Orchard (I've found a slinking sort of enjoyment of Chekov plays in the past), Tom Stoppard's On the Razzle (which I think of as a remix of The Matchmaker, although it's probably more from the same source material than based on that particular drama) and August Wilson's Gem of the Ocean, the earliest in chronology of his play cycle. Ashland does especially well with Wilson's work and we're eager to see this one. Time permitting and words not failing me, there might even be mini-reviews.
rainkatt, this probably means one or more pieces of equipment will have a total meltdown when most wanted.
Blindingly sunny at the moment; my desk faces west and the lowering sun is flaring through the red Japanese maple leaves. My newly planted Bloodgood maple is surviving the shock on leaving its pot, and is so far maintaining most of its wine red color. The established (paler) red maple goes green by early summer and in fact is currently fading to chartreuse.
Tomorrow we head for the Northern California coast for three days north of Trinidad (yes, it sounds wrong to me too) which is a bit north of Eureka and Arcata, just below one of the stands of old growth redwoods and overlooking the ocean rocks inhabited by noisy seal colonies. We may even rent an ocean kayak for B's pleasure, but at the very least he's dismantling and packing his bike in the back of the Prius. There are several pleasant book shops in that neck of the woods and this time of year can be surprisingly pleasant. or not. Except for cooler temperatures, the forecast is looking much like home, but with crashing waves. I am virtuously packing yoga DVDs to try to maintain my winning streak. Managing some form five out of seven days for the last month. :: is proud::
Tuesday -- Ashland! No Shakespeare this year, as we've already seem enough versions of the things they have scheduled (Romeo, Tempest, Shrew and As You Like It). Instead, a new translation of The Cherry Orchard (I've found a slinking sort of enjoyment of Chekov plays in the past), Tom Stoppard's On the Razzle (which I think of as a remix of The Matchmaker, although it's probably more from the same source material than based on that particular drama) and August Wilson's Gem of the Ocean, the earliest in chronology of his play cycle. Ashland does especially well with Wilson's work and we're eager to see this one. Time permitting and words not failing me, there might even be mini-reviews.