Sick Transit, Again.
Not a very loquacious week, sort of typical when I’m in Wisconsin. I did get to use my Wisconsin bike for the first time since November, but the weather turned on Wednesday and I was caught in a righteous thunderstorm on the way home from the gym I use when I’m here. Lightning was crashing all around, and a woman in a van actually offered to give me a lift when we were both stopped at a light (yes, I stop for lights, even when Thor’s using me for target practice). I was a block from my hotel, so I declined, to the disappointment of the knife-wielding gaggle crouching in the back of the van. One cool thing - my hotel has a large, 2-story atrium with opaque plastic panels for a roof, and the combination of the din of the rain drumming on the panels and the lightning making the whole ceiling flash like a flashbulb was impressive.
Tomorrow, we’re being visited by an old high school friend (I shouldn’t call her “old”, I guess, if for nothing else than to avoid Mutually-Assured Derision) who’s making her first visit ever to Seattle. She’ll only be here for a day, so the pressure’s on us to make it memorable. She’s in this photo of us dancing (!) at our Senior prom, in the white dress just behind Mrs. Perils.
I’m making two plans - one if she wants to see the usual stuff that tourists see: Pike Place Market, aerobatic salmon, etc, and one to check some more out-of-the-way things.
So I’m in transit now, eating illicit pizza at the Delta Sky Club in Minneapolis (the rule is no outside food, we’re supposed to be happy with their pretzels & cheesy bits. But I wanted wine with the pizza, and I’ve prepaid for it with my Club membership). Uncommunicative seatmate on the flight here from Milwaukee, which was fine, I needed the sleep.
But did I sleep? Nah - I read a couple of articles in the New York Review of Books. For some reason, airplanes are the only venue in which I read them, but they come once a month, and I fly once a month, pretty much, so it works.
OK, off to my Seattle flight. Have a good weekend, everyone!
A good weekend to you, too!
Yes, best to avoid those crouching, knife-wielding sorts who hide in the back of vans. Your bike ride does sound dramatic without the human menace.
Hope your friend has a fantastic time in pacific northwest. On a beautiful day, there’s no place prettier.