Ahoy,
I was super excited to make it out to Seattle because our Seattle friends are the best! We always have so, so much fun, and weather is always great! This time around, we played board games at a cafe because it was pouring, made it to the museum of flight with about 2 hours to look at everything. There was a whole other wing we didn't make it to. Must definitely go back. We went on a hike to a waterfall. There was more water in that fall than all of California. Everybody got schnockered at a brewery because they give free tasters. It was like our glasses were bottomless. We went on a chocolate factory tour, which was delightful because it was chock full of samples. Anybody that tells you they don't love samples is a liar. Also, at the Chihuly museum - I didn't break anything. Some amazing super cool stuff there. That's a whole 'mother demographic than my normal in that museum.
With our last open weekend in August, we took the opportunity to visit friends who had just moved to San Diego. The Saturday am drive was horrific. But traffic in San Diego is truly a blessing. I will say the sandwiches, climbing and beer were pretty worth it. Their climbing gym is connected to at least 2 other breweries, which is every climber's dream, I'm sure. Bonus, you get a discount at one of the breweries if you came from the gym. The next day we hit up the beach and brunch. It was a totally easy-going, relaxing weekend. Sometimes I do feel like that is very nice to have no particular timeline or rush to go anywhere. It's nice to have the freedom to do nothing.
incoherently distracted,
jt
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
a garden, a concert, and bikes
Ahoy,
It seems like August has flown by in the blink of an eye. The RRS flew up to the Bay for a grand total of one day in early August. I spent the day with some friends at a Japanese garden. I was honored to be able to spend some time getting to know a very wise man. It was very much a day of stories. The garden felt like a secret garden. It's an excellent respite from the calamity of the world. I love the calmness of Japanese gardens. It is not my usual state to tune into the quietness that is deafening in a Japanese garden. I feel all the carefulness and attention that this garden exudes. Japanese gardens are marvelous living artforms, continually growing and changing - yet the artists/gardeners are eternally in this struggle to balance the growth/wildness with maintaining a picture moment suspended in space and time. You have to respect somebody who has dedicated their life to a losing fight. You have to admire the process.
That evening we went on to a free concert downtown. It's an interesting observation of mine that people are so amazed when there is a public free event. They happen so often in Chicago. I guess it's easy to take public goods for granted. My favorite part is snacks. I was expecting it to be at the park where you set up a picnic, but it was a plaza type location. We sat on lawn chairs and ate snacks strewn about.
The following day, A and I prepped for our 3rd annual ciclavia patio bbq. We made the grocery run and hopped on our bikes to check out the festivities. Since I had recently sold A's bike (at a profit), he had the honor of riding the cruiser. Our landlord found it tucked in the bushes on the property one day and reported it to the police, but no one has claimed it - so it is the community bicycle. I use it mostly. The food got cooked and people ate. We really do need to start the fire earlier. I always think it takes less time than in reality. It's always great when ciclavia goes through Culver because our friends show up on bikes. Good reward for biking, no?
sizzlingly tamaled,
jt
It seems like August has flown by in the blink of an eye. The RRS flew up to the Bay for a grand total of one day in early August. I spent the day with some friends at a Japanese garden. I was honored to be able to spend some time getting to know a very wise man. It was very much a day of stories. The garden felt like a secret garden. It's an excellent respite from the calamity of the world. I love the calmness of Japanese gardens. It is not my usual state to tune into the quietness that is deafening in a Japanese garden. I feel all the carefulness and attention that this garden exudes. Japanese gardens are marvelous living artforms, continually growing and changing - yet the artists/gardeners are eternally in this struggle to balance the growth/wildness with maintaining a picture moment suspended in space and time. You have to respect somebody who has dedicated their life to a losing fight. You have to admire the process.
That evening we went on to a free concert downtown. It's an interesting observation of mine that people are so amazed when there is a public free event. They happen so often in Chicago. I guess it's easy to take public goods for granted. My favorite part is snacks. I was expecting it to be at the park where you set up a picnic, but it was a plaza type location. We sat on lawn chairs and ate snacks strewn about.
The following day, A and I prepped for our 3rd annual ciclavia patio bbq. We made the grocery run and hopped on our bikes to check out the festivities. Since I had recently sold A's bike (at a profit), he had the honor of riding the cruiser. Our landlord found it tucked in the bushes on the property one day and reported it to the police, but no one has claimed it - so it is the community bicycle. I use it mostly. The food got cooked and people ate. We really do need to start the fire earlier. I always think it takes less time than in reality. It's always great when ciclavia goes through Culver because our friends show up on bikes. Good reward for biking, no?
sizzlingly tamaled,
jt
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