Monday, May 31, 2010
Grandpa gets to work!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
New Cars!
Here is Perry, our salesman. He was genuinely nice and not at all pushy or slimy.
And here they are: The red car is my BRAND NEW (its mileometer/odometer read, I kid you not, 26 miles) Yaris (which is a silly name for a car) which was a bargain and we got with 0% interest!!!! The Prius is a 2008 (40-odd thousand miles) and was even cheaper, they were practically giving it away. Given what they sell for new and that the people we know who have one had to wait weeks for it to arrive, I can't believe they had one on the lot. Simon gets the Prius which comes with a fancy-pants touch screen to control audio and air conditioning it also tells us his mileage--so far he is getting 46.8 miles to the gallon, and that is while running errands around town. We can't wait to find out what he is going to get while driving to Ann Arbor!
Thomas has already spent hours sitting in my car, playing his DSi and whatever other secret little things he has always gotten up to while sitting in our cars on a hot summer day. (There will be NO BASKING ON THE ROOF of the new cars!) We alternate between beaming with joy at the pleasure of driving something that isn't rattling so loudly you can't hear yourself think, and feeling sick clenches in our stomachs at the idea of how much money we'll be paying out over the next five years. Already the cars have had one salutary effect: after seeing scratches on the side of the Prius, Jami savagely attacked the bushes that line our driveway with electric clippers...
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Hot Fun in the Summertime
I set up this pool on Monday and Frederick was the first to leap in--it was very, very cold. It's been ridiculously hot since then and so the water has warmed up SLIGHTLY, but that doesn't stop the kids from using it every chance they get.
A Really Crappy Day...(or: Hell on Exit 88)
Here is Frederick in the car patiently waiting for me to pick them up and take them home. I got the call from Woody the next morning while Simon was in the executive meeting (his favorite thing to do): the car is deader than a dead thing. We went through the normal stages of grief but eventually acknowledged that we knew this day was coming. I taught Tuesday afternoon (bioethics--bah! I'm really getting sick of it.) so we penciled Wednesday morning to be the day we empty Simon's car, sign it over to the mechanic writing it off, and deal with the rest of the things we needed to do that day.
But, alas, the Fates have it in for us. I dropped the kids off at school and on the way home, my air conditioner died--highly unusual for my car (which has a amazing set of sick car symptoms) so I was concerned, but obviously also in denial. I got home and Simon and his dad piled into the car and we set out to (1) offload Simon's car onto the mechanic and (2) go to Bordine's (the local nursery) to check out plants to cover our unsightly Family Video wall in our backyard. We were heading down the 23, same as Simon was on Monday afternoon (only we were being treated to a horrifically hot and humid day) when my car sputtered, spurted and...died at the side of the road. Here we are, sitting, waiting for the AAA tow truck to show up (it took them almost 45 minutes). Simon promised to be a trooper and sit with the car while his dad and I walked up the road to a Speedway. I called my mom and she came to get us--imagine her surprise when I called and said that my car, too, had died on the 23 only 13 miles from where Simon's had died! Oh, how we laughed! So she came to get us (and just about that time Simon was being loaded into the tow truck to head to a mechanic to get a diagnosis for my car). We headed back home, dropped her off and she loaned us the use of her car with strict instructions to stay off I 23. We picked up Simon who was with my car and got the word: the alternator died, draining (and killing) the battery. A seemingly simple solution except that in the past 2 years this car has broken down dead at the side of the road 4 times, each time with either a broken alternator or dead battery. Something is seriously wrong with this car.
And so we set out (despite grandma's pleadings) south on 23, holding our breath, clenching our jaws, girding our loins, choking on our rage (and so on) as we pass Exit 88, the scene of our earlier adventure. We finally got to Woody's and emptied Simon's car (what a lot of crap he had in there), including the stereo I got him for his birthday 2 years ago (but not the speakers and we couldn't get the tow hitch off so that was a loss). It's kind of amazing how easy it is to sign a car over to someone else--it took about 20 seconds.
We then went to The French Laundry for lunch--this is one of those places that is filled with well-heeled women having chatty lunches, all swanked out in their best summery outfits and hair-dos. We, on the other hand, looked like desert island refugees after a shipwreck. Finally, we made it to Bordine's and grandpa went nuts buying rhododendrens and the like. Bordine's is, normally, one of my favorite places, but my heart just wasn't in it. After that, we dropped Simon off to pick up my car (and pay the jaw-clenching inducing bill so that we have SOMETHING to drive for the next couple of days while we figure out what to do).
Everyone did eventually make it home: we had a decent pasta dinner, Thomas, Frederick and Bryce played in the pool until the wee hours, then the grownups watched Yojimbo (one of my all-time favorite movies). Maybe everything will be all right...Though we did have a power-outage in the middle of the night and, once I woke up and realized that we had no power--no air conditioning!!!--my first thought was, "Oh, shit! The whole house is broken!" but it wasn't personal, the whole neighborhood was in darkness and the power did kick in after a while...When WILL there be good news?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Phew!
He was very pleased. His joy is now diluted somewhat by the dawning realization of how much work this is going to entail. And mine by the monetary sums demanded in the ensuing paragraphs on each letter...
Frederick Doubts Grandpa's Fishing Yarn
Thomas and Frederick's Grandpa arrived on Monday (after various hilarious madcap adventures, because his flight was scheduled in the tiny window that Heathrow was closed because the wind from Iceland was in the wrong direction, and then his pilot from Detroit to Flint went missing). Here he is explaining to Frederick about how he got here.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Frederick is 7
One clue told Frederick that he had to find a present hidden in bubbles. He managed without any trouble at all.
Apparently bubbles are for making beards. According to Frederick, he is Santa Claus.
Still Santa.
Thomas intently overseeing all present finding, opening and using. This is a box of LEGO that Thomas DOES NOT OWN. Thomas told me that he thought Frederick didn't "need" it.
Hmm. More LEGO that Thomas doesn't already have. Something is seriously wrong here.
Mid-Present Hunt, Frederick stops for a quick, much needed rest. Apparently Martha needs one, too.
More stuff to open--the party never stops.
Overall it was a good day (lots of cake, ice cream, fruit salad, nice weather, everyone happy) with only one near stabbing--you can't ask for much more than that from a kid's birthday party.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Simon's YouTube Pick o'the Week
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Last Post in Prague (perhaps)
I'd come back to Prague in a heartbeat: if you like to walk and own good solid shoes this is the place to be: the city is incredibly easy to navigate, the prices are ridiculously low and the people are really, really nice and helpful. I was dreading trying to communicate with the locals but, though only the hotel staff and a very few shop workers speak any English (or German), they all gave it their best and were really nice. (This evening I went out to dinner with one of my conference mates and I recommended that he try the blueberry pancake dessert; I had had it yesterday and was going to get it again. He was willing and ordered "two blueberries and two teas." The waitress stared at us, clearly trying to process what she heard, but then went back to the kithen. Then a waiter came over with the drinks menu, pointed to "Bloody Mary" and asked did we REALLY want hot tea AND Bloody Marys? No, we laughed, BLUEberry. Bloodyberry? he asked? Finally one of us thought to say "pancake." The light went on and he went back to the kitchen; we could hear the whole kitchen staff laughing about it for quite a while.) I also noticed that store workers would leave their stores unattended to go chat to the store workers next store. Twice I saw people go into an unattended store, take what they want, leave money on the counter and then go. Although I didn't seek out a wild night life scene, I was walking around by myself at night until 9 or 10 and never felt in danger and was never bothered by anyone. Also especially nice is the amazing mix of cultures and races, both wandering around as tourists and living here. The Czechs don't seem to assume that anyone visiting will speak Czech and the tourists can't speak to each other. The result is a peaceful cohabitation of relaxed self-concern. It is a really nice place to be.
The Penny Drops
And so the stairs begin. I brought the right shoes with me for this trip--heavy walking shoes with really thick soles--there is no way tennis shoes or, shudder, sandals would manage these streets and hills. Still, my feet are tired and this was daunting. Did I mention that my legs are STILL sore from climbing that hill (which I now know is called Petrin)? This isn't going to make things better.
Aside: Check out that wooden window shutter. I mean, really look at it--it's frickin' HUGE! That door, which, next to that shutter, looks like it is for children is about 12 feet tall. The shutter is even bigger--and there is a second one for the right half of the window. Can you imagine getting a good pair of 15 foot wide solid wooden shutters now?
Finally I Find the Hrad
Here's another building. Check out the two posts; I wondered if they were ship masts in an earlier life. They are each about 5 feet thick at the base and go, beyond the picture frame, to an absolute, gold tipped point. As I walked past them I kept thinking about falling out of they sky onto one and sliding right down to the base--improbable, yes, but an unavoidable image.
These are just two of the many guards stationed about the place. The second I saw them I had to stifle laughter; I just think the idea of being a guard around a palace is funny. I couldn't help but think very Mr. Cheeky sorts of thoughts. I wanted to take their picture but didn't trust myself to get closer for fear of finding myself saying silly things.
This is out of order, but fits here: this is the start of the climb back down the hill to the conference hall where I was to be by 9:30. I had 14 minutes to do it and made it with exactly one minute to spare.
St. Vitus Cathedral
Here is the backside of the church which is in the palace courtyard. I didn't have much time to read about the entire complex, which is ridiculously large and choc-a-bloc with buildings with long and complicated histories. But I did clearly get the sense that each major historical era created yet another grandiose building within the walls of this palace. This church was started in he 1300s and, interestingly, was built on the site of the pagan sacrificial alter for the god Svantovit (hence the name St. Vitus) which goes back to the early-900s.
It was ridiculously dark and mildewy inside. And freaking cold. I can't imagine what it is like to go to a service in Winter.
More Downtown Prague, tourist style
Since arriving here a few days ago I have seen these guys separately around town. It pleased me to see that they hang out together during a quiet lull in the days activities. The guy in the orange and red shirt is the trumpet player in the Old Town Hall clock (see later post). The guy in the tan shirt and spear works the Charles Bridge Gateway. I'm not sure what the red/black guy does but I've seen those costumes all over the place. Although all these are men, so far about half the costumed people I've seen were women.
Jewish Quarter
(in)famous ghettoes I read so much about studying German literature. I had always imagined a ghetto American-style, a place hideously poor, ugly and lonely and was astonished and intrigued to see that it is in many respects the most beautiful part of Prague. It is PACKED with university buildings, concert centers and libraries. The Klementinum is just on the edge of The Jewish Quarter and it is now the National Library. It is a hideous building on the outside but apparently stunning on the inside and only just shy of being as big as the Hrad. Here is a lovely neighborhood street.
Here is the Philharmonia Concert Hall--will Thomas someday play the gong (or, perhaps, the triangle) here?
One of the most important features of the Old Jewish Quarter is the cemetary, which holds (allegedly) all the bodies of the Jews that have died here (not all in terrible circumstances). One reason this cemetary is quite important is that it is one of the few that was not desecrated by Nazis. The area it covers is quite small but the stones (and bodies) are packed in tight. This is only one corner and you can see how well used the space is. Inside the memorial building is a room with all the names of all Jews known to have been killed by Nazis written on the walls from floor to ceiling--undramatic yet quite affecting.
Old Town Hall
And here is the real jewel of the Old Town Hall, The Astronomical Clock. This clock dates back to the 1400s and every hour the bells in the bell tower (above what is pictured) chime, the figures behind the windows dance, and the four figures next to the clock face do thier thing--death (the skeleton to the right) rings a bell, a Jew with moneybags (apparently the "offensive stereoptypical beard was removed in 1945--whew!), Vanity admiring his reflection in a mirror and a Turk shaking his head. Once they stop, the bells ring the hour and a guy up at the very top of he tower does a very pretty trumpet solo. I was so lucky to get there just a few minutes before 6:00 as the show was definitely worth seeing and the crowd watching went absolutely wild.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Second attempt at Sibelius
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Part the last (if anyone knows a good way to condense MPEGs, I'm all ears):
Various Things
Here is the whole door which is, I would guess, 12 or 13 feet tall--plus the transome window on top. It's really ridiculous how disturbing it is to use such an oversized door, like suddenly finding oneself in Alice in Wonderland. And all the business doors, shops and hotels, are like that. Speaking of hotels, I left the conference early today to settle my room business and do some shopping. (Simon made it clear that he expects presents and that I should get something for the kids while I'm at it, too.) The receptionist (another strikingly handsome individual--this hotel really knows how to hire good looking people) assured me that I could stay; they were going to bump someone else out to accomodate me but would I please pay for the extra night separately? That charge ended up being another $4500 crowns, which is about $225--almost as much as I paid for the three other nights. I'm am going to assume that UM-Flint will be picking up this tab one way or the other, so I don't really feel cheated, but yet I do and I feel guilty too at the thought of someone else being bumped along because my reservations were made incorrectly. I dread looking out my hotel window tomorrow night and seeing some sad sack wheeling a rattling suitcase along the cobbled sidewalks in search of a room (but not enough to give up my room, so not real guilt just a vague uneasiness).