Running Ragged
It was a short and dizzying week. I’m currently at the Seattle airport on my way to Charleston, SC. My flight to Houston is delayed, and I’ll likely miss my connection that would have plopped me in Charleston at the civilized hour of 4:30 pm. The next available flight, upon which they say I’m “protected”, won’t get in until 10:30. So, I’ll probably have 5 hours to while away in Houston.
Sunday was Mrs. Perils’ birthday, and we celebrated with a terrific cake that she made:
I long ago forgot the mathematical notation required to convey her age in this limited space, so let’s just say she’s another year older and leave the details to the actuaries.
Monday night I drove to the Tri-Cities in eastern Washington to do a software upgrade on my winery client. I usually spend a couple of days over there, but this visit was compressed, and both the drive over and the drive back were in the dark. That’s too bad, because I really enjoy driving through eastern Washington and marveling at the fascinating landforms. Here are some photos from the last time I made the drive:
My client’s restaurant/tasting facility
Looking south toward the Columbia from Yakima
Later…
It came to pass that I indeed missed my afternoon flight to Charleston, so I’ve been cooling my heels at the Continental President’s Club in the George Bush International Airport in Houston. Not a bad place to while away a few hours, all in all, and it gave me the opportunity to be billable for the afternoon, thanks to the free wireless in the Club.
Weather looks to be coolish (highs in the 60s) but sunny in Charleston for the weekend. I’ll take some photos as soon as light and time allow.
happy b’day mrs perils!!!!!
Was there any cake left when you left town? I’m guessing they will have dispatched it by the time you get back. Looks yummy.
Thanks, roger! And there is one leetle teensy portion of cake left, kathyr. Not sure who will get it…
As for my age, I have tapped into a kink in the space/time continuum, and shall be sahving years off for a while here.
Thanks, roger! And there is one leetle teensy portion of cake left, kathyr. Not sure who will get it…
As for my age, I have tapped into a kink in the space/time continuum, and shall be shaving years off for a while here.
Oops! That danged continuum…
hah, beatriz! Looks like the ravages of time are upon ye after all. Many belated happies. That looks like a darn good cake.
Phil, I hope your family oysters were as tasty as the rosy outcome of the game. Congratulations on an outstanding season!
I was supposed to fly to Houston from DC but flying from Reagan to Bush was just more than I could stand. Most real DC’ers call it National Airport.
Belated Happy B’day Mrs. Perils!
I fear your wife has smothered you, wrapped you in an old rug, and deposited you behind Pike Place Market. Say it ain’t so. Prove to me you’re OK; you haven’t posted since November 16. Send me, via FedEx overnight delivery, 20 pounds of fresh halibut cheeks, 50 pounds of fresh clams, 30 pounds of fresh salmon, 40 pounds of shrimp, and, from a nearby Ethiopian market, a spice mix suitable for making doro wat for a party of eight. I’m just looking out for you, you understand.
Finally, somebody missed me! You’re the best, John!
You’re gonna have to haulyerbuttcheeks up here and do your own shopping.