Yep — here we go again… the royal “we”, in this case, picking up pen and paper (keyboard and screen, if you prefer) and giving the brain some space to process whatever clutter is there.
(I’m trying to get partially caught up on 2014 before 2015 arrives.)
(This is part of a series of things that I should have recorded in 2013 – things which were highlights of the year, but which didn’t get recorded when they were fresh in my mind. Now you mostly just get pictures.)
Well… not exactly ‘summer’ vacation. It’s hard for folks who live at camp to get away during the summer. So we took an early September vacation to Washington DC and convinced my parents to join us.
Washington is such a great place to visit with children, because they think they’re on vacation when it’s really an educational experience. (And every vacation must have an educational component. This is an inheritance from my parents, as my sister can attest.) And it’s also a great place to visit on a camp salary, since all the government attractions (including the Smithsonian Museums) have free admission. We spent parts of three days in the area.
In the evening, we relaxed at the hotel…
On day 2, we visited museums around the Mall. But riding public transportation may have been just as much fun for the girls.
And I visited Starbucks…
And then we said farewell to my parents and returned home.
(Editor’s note: Apologies to those of you who received this one out of order on Wednesday.)
Today, we were going to travel home from our Christmas visit to Ordinary Spouse’s parents.
Then winter storm Hercules came trucking down I-80.
We tried to leave, but things looked bad almost immediately. We couldn’t even get enough traction to turn out of the subdivision. And within a couple of miles, we decided to abort the 400 mile trip, because the forecasts hinted at nastiness all the way from Indiana to Pennsylvania. Five miles and thirty minutes later, we were back where we started.
So we spent the day inside playing cornhole. Hooray for Christmas presents!
We’ll try this trip again tomorrow.
(In which we get emotional and anthropomorphize our van.)
After nine years and 150,000 miles, we are saying good-bye to our van…
And in a symmetric (and poetic) twist that only a scientist could love, the van took us to North Carolina a second time – a year before this good-bye. In between, we picked up a third passenger for the back seat.
The van was photographed quite a bit through the years. Interestingly, it was the occupants of the back seats that took the most pictures…
Farewell, faithful van! Maybe you’ll be reincarnated as a future vehicle of ours somewhere down the road.