It rained furiously last night. This a.m. it's cool and pleasant and still overcast. Our kind neighbors opened up the house and left us some bananas and papayas. This a.m. I went out and picked up a couple of avocados and a lime and will figure out a meal around them. Tomorrow is market day.
The trip home was completely without incident, the way we like it. Global Entry is really really worth it, because it spares us so much hassle at the beginning of a journey. We were on one of those new airbusses and were supercomfortable in our seats on row 14 in the middle with an extra seat between us and another passenger. The breakfast they served was simple, fruit mostly, and just before we landed they served MaiTais and small bags of potato chips. And there was no big screen showing a movie we didn't want to watch. We passed the time pleasantly, reading and dozing. Both of us were glad of the rest. It was busy in Seattle, and I had to withdraw a couple of times to recoup from all the action.
One thing I'm very glad I did was get together with Debby, my friend from the old days at Portland State. This turned out to be an adventure in crosstown traffic for her friend who drove her in from Long Beach, WA and who insisted on driving me home to Ballard from our visit to the Frye Museum.* I told her I could take the bus, but she wouldn't hear of it. Well, live and learn.
Debby and I got about half of what we wanted to say said, so we have to get together again in the spring, when I hope to visit her at the beach. She was able to bring me up to date on my favorite prof, a mutual friend, but the news is not too good. I think if I want to see her again it had better be soon.
I hope to visit all my friends in the Northwest this spring and summer. My divided life, with friends and relatives scattered all over, gets to be pretty demanding sometimes.
*This is a private museum built around a family collection. It's free, including the parking. Certainly worth a visit, though striking an odd note with its preference for lesser known German artists. The Fryes tried to give the museum to the city, but the city did not want it, so now it is run on endowments. I was there once before when it had some very eccentric contemporary German art on display, which I liked a lot. I'm not so sure about the featured artist of the moment, Franz von Stuck, whose dark and disturbed art makes gestures toward transgression but does not get to me somehow. Still his work is important in German art history terms.