Perils of Caffeine in the Evening

I left Perrysburg for the airport a lot earlier than I had planned last Sunday because freezing rain - the kind that makes a crystalline fairyland of yards and trees, but a slick sheet of ice on the streets and overpasses - was predicted, and indeed started pelting my mom’s house at around 10 am. The roads, however, were in very good shape, and I cruised up to the Detroit aiport at 70. (This is the same ice storm that afflicted a lot of the midwest for most of the week).

So, I was 4 hours early for my 3:30 flight to Atlanta. I’ve been carrying a NW Worldclub membership for a few years as a palliative against the amount of time I spend in airports, and it really comes in handy when flights or schedules go awry, as the did last month. In the Detroit club, it’s fun to watch the ebb and flo at this sort of Bosphorus point (Click photos to enlarge):

Anxious outbound travelers descending the escalators from the TSA checkpoint freshly smarting from their violation and alternately (or in combination) hurrying, bewildered, excited, resigned (if traveling on business!); inbound travelers heading for down escalators to baggage claim just to the right of the photo, grateful, relieved, already-starting-to-peel, steeling themselves to deliver bad news, giddy at starting new lives, or just hoping to find the humble possessions and perhaps the soul that the airline separated from them circling prosaically on the actual carousel that the video display says it’s on.

As I did a couple of years ago, I helped my mom drag her Christmas tree up from the basement and set it up:

I also did some little tasks like replacing light bulbs and moving some furniture around. Then we went out for a convivial dinner Saturday night, and finished decorating the tree to the strains of the OSU Marching Band’s Christmas album. She never tires of hearing OSU band albums. Mick Jagger’s mom probably never tires of Beggar’s Banquet.

And now the week’s gone, and I’m sitting in the Minneapolis Worldclub awaiting my increasingly delayed flight home to Seattle. I just realized that Christmas is not next month, but next week, and the packages that have been accumulating at our house in an accusatory pile are not, in fact, ridiculously premature. I got’s me some work to do this weekend. Have a good one!

On the road again, this time for a short weekend visit to my mom in Perrysburg (Ohio) before heading to Atlanta Sunday to work for the week.  My mom has a tree in the basement that she wants me to haul upstairs to assemble, as well as some lightbulbs to screw in, smoke alarm batteries to replace and storm-damaged window well covers to re-settle.  I think she might want to visit with me briefly as well.

As always before I depart on one of these junkets, it was a busy week last week.  Of course, we were fortunate that we suffered no effects from the rainstorm that devastated a lot of folks just to the south of us.  I suppose if I looked hard enough, I could find something to fix, but the only thing I’ve noticed is the south-facing doors have swollen enough to make them hard to open.  I skated right out of town without dealing with any of it, though.

So, I took a red-eye flight from Seattle to Detroit, departing at 10 pm and arriving just before 5 am Eastern this morning.  Although I had a comfortable window seat that should have been perfect for sleeping, I just couldn’t doze off, and ended up reading several articles in the New York Review of Books.  I finally “slept” for about an hour, maybe less, and the drive down from Detroit was kind of bleary.

Like me, my mom’s not a “morning person”, and I’m having a little mercy on her by hanging out at a coffee shop in downtown P-burg until a reasonable hour, like 9 or 9:30.  I’m kind of tickled to see that the shop, which I’ve patronized a few times over the last couple of years when I’m here, is still in business, as the “downtown” is Victorian-picturesque, but sort of moribund.  And I really need an ass-kicking espresso right now.

I can’t really explain why that last post took 18 days to squeeze out. Two short weeks (the South Carolina trip and Thanksgiving) had me really humping work-wise, but maybe I just needed a re-charge. I’ll let you imagine that I used the time wisely.

Big news around here is weather. No, really. Saturday afternoon, it started snowing pretty persistently, enough to mask the flawed realty of Chez Perils (Click any photo to enlarge):

It was just enough to nudge a chilly, soporific Saturday morning towards the giddiness that captures this town whenever snow sticks to the ground for a couple of hours. The feeling was tempered a bit, I’m sure, by the fact that it was Saturday, and no school or work was headed for the endangered list. I grabbed my camera and walked down to Greenlake to sightsee:

As a contrast,here’s how the lake looked just a week earlier, at Thanksgiving:

The snow was gone by late evening, and both the mood and the weather turned dank and sullen. Then last night, the sky burst out in an inconsolable sobbing. You’d think its dog had died. And it kept going for 24 hours, making our gutters sound like Deception Pass at the flood tide, and I-5 is closed for a 20 mile stretch somewhere north of Portland.

So, there you have it. 18 days off and all I can post about is the weather. Just be thankful I’m not one of those compelled to talk about his innards.

Well, my bro did it again, staged a great party with a surfeit of food and just enough drink (unless you consult my sisters-in-law). And because we’ve blamed him in the past when OSU has lost to Michigan, we need to give him a lifetime service award for delivering FOUR WINS IN A ROW! But before we could party down, he put me to work on various projects. Most had to do with setting up his back yard for the party, but we also had to go out to his little woods in the back (back behind the pond that he dug and stocked with fish) and secure a couple of deer stands. He had offered their use over the Thanksgiving weekend to his boss and son, and it wouldn’t do to have either of them nail his buck by crashing down onto them in a negligently-erected deer stand.

You see, my brother got my dad’s hunting and fishing genes, the ones that Dad realized had missed me during our early, fidgety sessions in torpid summer afternoon boats and freezing predawn duck blinds in and around the Maumee River. My brother now has a wonderful property to pursue both activities, if he chooses not to venture out to the numerous venues available for those activities in the Low Country.

All of this, of course, was just extended foreplay for The Game. And, maybe it was because there was less at stake, or maybe because it was a noon kickoff instead of a night game, but we were a lot less frenetic this year than last year. Still, it was a very satisfying outcome, even though Tressel decided to win the game by sucking the oxygen out of the stadium instead of setting off an arsenal of offensive fireworks. Can’t help taking perverse delight in these images, however:

Yep, those girls are a-cryin’. Boo-frickin’-hoo.

I know we seem to gather as a family a lot, which is sort of amazing considering our disparate geography.  We’ve come to enjoy each other’s company as the advancing years have reduced the significance of our age differences (10 years oldest (me) to youngest).  And the frequent sight of us serves to remind our mom how glad she is that she didn’t have a fourth.

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.

This article will satisfy neither camp in the culture wars. While it seems to indicate that Darwin is losing influence (the guy lived), it also resoundingly refutes the concept of Intelligent Design. From today’s P-I:

SOUTHWORTH — A man trying to loosen a stubborn lug nut blasted the wheel with a 12-gauge shotgun, injuring himself badly in both legs, Kitsap County sheriff’s deputies said.

The 66-year-old man had been repairing the car for two weeks at his home northwest of Southworth and east of Port Orchard and had gotten all but one lug nut off the right rear wheel before getting frustrated Saturday, Deputy Scott Wilson said.

From about arm’s length the man fired the shotgun at the wheel and was “peppered” in both legs with 00 buckshot and other debris.

Wilson described the injuries as “severe but not life-threatening.”

Enough of mourning, it’s Michigan Week, a time of abstinence and quiet reflection for us Buckeye fans.

Haw, haw. As you might have noticed, I changed the banner for this week. The significance of each of the photos in the banner, as well as a lot of other OSU-Michigan lore, can be gleaned from this 2005 post.

As I believe I said in an earlier post, I’m flying to Charleston, SC on Thursday to gather with my 2 brothers and our mom for a long weekend As we have for the past 4-5 years, we’ll build a pit fire in my brother’s field, roast a bunch of oysters, drink a little beer that my other brother from Atlanta has been brewing at his cabin on Lake Hartwell, and watch the game in what looks to be 70-degree weather. Weather in Ann Arbor on Saturday: 44 degrees and rain.

The trip will force a lot of work into the next three days, especially since the following week, Thanksgiving week, will be short as well.

Happy Monday, all!

I can’t do it any more. I’ve been supporting the writer’s strike by not posting this week, but I’ve become disenchanted with the Guild’s advocacy vis a vis this blog, and I’m going scab.

Plenty happened this week. We had kind of a strange election in Seattle on Tuesday. The biggest deal was a massive transportation plan that coupled a wish list of highway construction with an ambitious mass transit construction project. You couldn’t choose one without the other, and the gamble was that commuters were so fed up with the status quo that they’d calibrate or arbitrage their fear of the unknown (mass transit) in order to ameliorate their immediate pain (highway gridlock). That gamble failed, as the haters of both roads and the haters of mass transit formed an unholy alliance to scuttle the whole thing.

Otherwise, I don’t think this election, in Washington at least, was much of a bellwether for where we’re going in 2008. I really think that, with the economy in flux and with the payback to Democratic voters from the 2006 election in serious doubt, it’s really hard to predict what’s coming up for 2008.

In other news, our member presale for the Ashland Shakespeare Festival started on Monday, and I rushed to buy our tickets for the last week in June. We’re in the front row for every performance, and we’re going to see:

• Our Town by Thornton Wilder. The last time I visited this play was when I was a senior and it was performed at our high school. I think it might have more resonance for me as an adult
• Midsummer’s Night Dream - seen this a lot, but never tire of it.
• Coriolanus - we saw this in Ashland about 10 years ago. It was a swashbuckling, all-out extravaganza in the outdoor theater. This production is going to be in the minimalist New Theater, and I’m not sure how well it will scale, or whether I’ll like it nearly as well. The delight will be in figuring it out.
• Fences - by August Wilson, another in his Pittsburgh Cycle. Looks to be 10 or 20 years after Gem of the Ocean, which we saw last year.
• The Clay Cart - a 2000-year-old Indian play that they claim is “utterly Shakespearean in spirit”. “Jewels are stolen. A Brahmin faces execution. A beautiful courtesan is at the mercy of the King’s bad-boy brother. Journey through a world where gamblers, holy men, political fugitives and royal scoundrels intersect and good people triumph.” Enough to elicit my ticket.
• Othello - we saw a performance of this play at Ashland several years ago. It’s hard to disassociate from the Olivier black-and-white film where Iago was by far the most riveting character. Gonna give it another try.
• The Further Adventures of Hedda Gabler - Hedda Gabler (from the Ibsen play, which OSF staged a few years ago) and various other dramatic characters, including Medea, and Mammy from Gone With The Wind, populate a fitful post-last-act purgatory. Sounds like it might be fun, if a bit fluffy. From a review ,
  • Tragic heroine par excellence Medea (Kate A. Mulligan), who at one point shows up blood-soaked from murdering her children for the umpteenth time. “I did it again,” she says, “and I feel rotten about it.”

So, we’ve got that to look forward to. I actually get really jazzed by just buying the tickets and making the reservations for lodging. It’s almost better than Christmas.

And Thursday night, once again, I was invited to my Jordanian/Palestinian project partner for an Arabic dinner, this time featuring two lamb dishes. One was kibbeh, a sort-of lamb meatball served with tabouleh. Another was made from chunks of lamb cooked in a yogurt sauce. I believe it’s called mansaf, and was served with white rice and pine nuts. Dinner was again followed by Turkish coffee. We again made it through the whole evening without somehow mentioning work, although it was a lot harder than last time, when we were getting acquainted.