Saturday, October 21, 2006
Windy flight!
Posted at 8:00:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
turbulence, like in a big plane
buffeted all around = FUN
saw a corn maze (near the Hudson river)
Nose Guy "click your mike ree times..."
Rick's = best pie ever
At Radio Shack on the way home: "I'm used to 'Star Trek: the Next Generation' technology, and you're offering me 'Blake's Seven' technology."
Friday, October 20, 2006
It's insanely windy. (Gusts up to 50 mph.) I walked outside and was nearly knocked off my feet. Wow. It's also very gorgeous out, with huge deep grey texturey clouds, intense blue sky showing through in places, and yellow leaves swirling everywhere, bright against the sky.
Posted at 6:07:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
[Edit, 7:20: We saw my pal the bearded mailman at Luna Pizza! He was wearing his usual Heating Disorder outfit (black shorts and t-shirt). I made Dean tail him when he turned onto Main Street (not so weird, because it's an alt. way to get home). He drives very fast! eXcellent pizza. Spinach & anchovies, natch.]
!! I didn't know Louis Rukeyser died in May!!
Posted at 11:45:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Reviewing my Hawaii logs from last year (1,2,3) makes me massively want to 1) be under water, B) eat stuff from the South Kona Fruit Stand.
Posted at 3:45:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Posted at 1:09:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
"It was Saturday night in Memphis / When a redneck grabbed my shirt"
I always visualized that line quite vividly.
I have now listened to the Roy tape about twenty-zillion times in a row. If my car tape player was hooked up to my iTunes "Top 25 Most Played" list, a certain collection of Roy tunes would be shooting to the top. I'm so pleased with my squareness. I keep thinking "Cotton" would make a really great Johnny Cash tune, though. Just checked the lyrics online and it turns out it was a Johnny Cash tune. If only Roy Clark didn't have that huge goofy pickin' and grinnin' grin, he could be cool like Johnny Cash. But let's face it, the only way you can pretend Roy is cool is if you don't know what he looks like.
The tip of my hookup cord's plug broke off in my nano's headphone jack tonight, so no Tango tunes. Fortunately 1) Al Timeter was on duty at Bradley Approach, and B) Dean fixed my nano using his drill. Yes, he drilled my nano.
I thought of another thing I usually do with my left hand: hold a cup. Sometimes I use both hands (especially if it's a big warm for-here cup) and occasionally I use my right, but most often I use my left. The sky was gorgeous this evening. Here's a photo from the airport, but it was much prettier in real life. (Especially since the trees that look all dark were actually about a million shades of orange and yellow and red, and there were glowy gold stripes shining through the clouds everywhere. Well, at least the dusky pink part shows up, kind of.)
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
It's so intense out today. The sky's insanely blue with very 3-D looking clouds, and all the trees look like they're glowing. Lots of orange and yellow. I just keep staring at everything.
Posted at 4:00:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
It's weird, my heirloom tape sounds better and better the more I play it. The first time, I could barely hear any of the songs on the second side, and turning it up-up-up scarcely helped. Now it's starting to sound quite good, for a tape at least. Does playing tapes over and over help warm them up or something? Bizarre. Bob should massively play Roy Clark on Themetime. (I wouldn't be surprised at all; it would quite fit in.)
Posted at 10:14:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Listening to the radio show formerly known as Nighthawks tonight. It's on at a more reasonable time now (later at night, that is). Reichers sounds good. And he said, "God bless Shane MacGowan." (He always says that.) The "eclectic mix" tonight is actually good (he keeps playing Themetime artists!). ...Solo "Book Faded Brown"--! Gorgeous. ...And "Spirit on the Water"! [Edit, 11:33: Ha!! "Head Hit Hard"!!]
Oh, the physical therapist lady (she was nice, and smart) that I went to today to hopefully help my murdered shoulders noted that my left hand's grip is significantly stronger than my right. Now that I think of it, Rocco observed the same thing. That's so weird. They were both surprised when I said I was right handed. I do do some strange (?) things with my left hand rather than my right, like hold and control my iPod, brush my teeth, hold the telephone, and open jars. Maybe wearing my watch on my right wrist like a left-handed person makes my left hand stronger. (Or maybe I'm just weird.)
Posted at 2:03:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Monday, October 16, 2006
"It's a long, long way from the tips of my fingers..."
Posted at 9:51:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Tape hiss x 1,000,000, especially on side B.
Even though it's only a few miles from the epicenter of the earthquake, the only thing broken at our condo in Waikaloa was a vase, so everything's okay for November. We were lucky. I wondered about the rooster print falling off the wall and smashing. :-)
The waitress at Parlin today asked us if we wanted to sit at our regular table. It's good to know we have a regular table! Then the waiter thought we were locals. Not exactly.
Wow, I'm almost caught up on The Flighty Flyer (again). I finally finished all but one of my reviews and I posted the FAQ (which is really more of an About Us). I only have Lilliana's in Poughkeepsie left to write. For now, of course.
Posted at 2:07:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
My throat hurts. But doesn't it usually hurt this time of year, for some mysterious reason? Maybe I'm allergic to autumn.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
!!! What the heck! A huge earthquake six miles west of Waikaloa!? Yikes.
Posted at 8:12:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Well, today was my last-ever visit to the Gs in Eastford. It wasn't sad at all, because David and Marilou and Duke came up from Maryland, and having Hunter around is always fun and slightly wild... it's neat what physical beings kids are. I like Hunter a lot. He wrote a note to me about Mr. Sleazy's new diet that says "Dear Aunt" and slipped it into my pocket. :-) It was really really great to see David. We sat around on the floor talking (where the Christmas tree goes), because there wasn't any furniture in the living room.
Posted at 1:06:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
My mind is kind of blank right now. The last I saw of the Gs was at Dean's Gs house (they drove me there and dropped me off). There were lots of stars in the sky, and two airplanes. I hugged them in Dean's Gs' kitchen and then they went outside and I shut the door. This has all been very gradual, so, I don't know... I don't feel sad. I felt sad for one second when I was driving away from the Gs with them in the truck, looking back at David standing by the front door, waving. Well, now I'm crying a little, but I always get emotional writing about things, more than the actual things at the time.
I think it will be really strange when we go to visit the Gs for the first time in North Carolina, though.
I want to go to W00. Dean and I looked it up on the airport looker-upper thingy after we got home!
Having David there made it more of a family thing and less of a me & the Gs thing. That was good. Much less traumatic. Maybe it wouldn't have been traumatic anyway. It was all a little crazy with lots of interruptions, but with communication happening in the pauses, and between the words. Mom seemed really happy. Dad was a little quiet. I already miss his hugs.
D, M, H and I walked down to see Uncle Randy at the cottage while the Gs went out to get highly complex pizzas, and it was extremely crisp and crunchy outside. Very contrastingly warm inside the cottage (the cottage looked a lot different than the old days, but the floor was the same). Hunter and I went outside to fly his paper airplane before the others came out, and right before we left I grabbed Hunter by the skinny little wrist and made him go on the Randal rock with me. I said, "Let's go on the rock!" and he asked, "Why?" I don't remember what I said. Just because. The rock is special. I always used to go on the rock to say goodbye to the lake when it was time to go back to Maryland.
Walking back to the Gs, we all ran up Cove Road, like getting-out-of-the-car-and-running down, only in reverse. Running the tape backward. I'm glad we went down to the lake, to the cottage.
The Gs are leaving for good on Monday. It didn't really feel like a goodbye. But I guess it's not; it's just a transition to something else.
Here are some pictures from our flight last Sunday. These are for David. 1) the lake from the air, 2) Mom and Dad's house (buried in the trees, near the center of the photo, almost invisible), and 3) goodbye to the lake, looking out the back window as we flew away.
My eyes hurt. I like feeling things, when I'm by myself.
