Nora is currently away for 4 days and 3 nights of sleep-away camp at an undisclosed location in the American West. We went over and toured the place on Saturday and she was very, very excited to go back. There will be camp fires, songs, an art barn, glitter, hiking, and ridiculously late bedtimes. (We can’t wait until she comes home)
Nora’s father’s day gift to me this year was one last ride on Cañada Road. It’s kind of amazing how much she has grown and how much stronger she has gotten in the two years we’ve lived here. On our first ride, all of the other cyclists commented on how adorable she was and called out shouts of encouragement as they passed us. It was pretty amazing, I think, to see someone that small powering up the hills on her little, pink bike. This last time, though, there was only one shout of encouragement and this was from an older couple we were passing as Nora powered up the hill in her somewhat larger blue bike.
Nora played her first piano recital on Friday, and it went really well!
We’ve lived here for nearly two years now and, unless you count going to the zoo (which I really don’t), we haven’t really done any touristy stuff in this preeminent tourist city we live so near. This past Sunday we began to correct this error. We did not quite do “it all”, but we definitely did “it much” (or maybe “it many”?). We drove to the City (because that’s what we call it now, just “the city”) and parked our car at Grace Cathedral. We visited the cable car museum and permanently lost some hearing ability. We rode a cable car and watched the filming of some car commercial. We rode a historic trolley along the Embarcadero (isn’t it neat how the the embarcadero is always near the pier??). Our trolley car even happened to be the one dedicated as a tribute to Detroit’s former (and long gone) glorious trolley system. We visited Ghiradelli Square (because chocolate and ice cream). Finally, like a bunch of clever tourists, we chose to walk up Hyde Street from Ghiradelli to Grace Cathedral (and I do mean “up”). Along the way we stopped by the top end of Lombard Street and joined the throng of tourists just standing and gaping at (and taking photos of) … a street.
Colin had an exciting afternoon last Friday playing with Nora and her friend Bella. Here he recounts this adventure over Saturday morning breakfast cereal.
Our little guy had a pretty nasty sinus infection that even landed him at urgent care early in our trip (because it’s not really a vacation for Colin until he’s been to urgent care with a high fever). He wasn’t really himself until the last day or so, but he still managed to have some fun.
Here is a grab-bag of leftover cute pictures of Colin that didn’t really fit anywhere else.
Papa, Grandma, Nora, and I joined a line in Tomorrowland’s Innoventions plaza. We weren’t sure what the line was for, exactly, but waiting in lines is kind of just what you do at Disneyland and this … whatever it was … seemed pretty popular.
So we waited for about 15 minutes and eventually got to the front of the line where we learned that we would be meeting (and having our photos taken with) Captain America. It was too late to escape. Unlike Space Mountain, Captain America’s meet and greet has no last minute exit door. The supposed Captain Rogers looked each of us over and instantly deduced that I, the nerdy middle-aged guy at Disneyland with his parents, was the most likely reason this particular group of people had bothered to wait 20 minutes in line to meet a Disney employee in a super suit. He greeted me warmly, shook my hand, and graciously posed for one of the most awkward photographs of my adult life.
Note Nora’s stunned “I have no idea who that is or what is happening” expression.
We don’t know if this happened to anyone else, but a bunny recently broke into our house while we were sleeping! He must have gotten scared off, though, because he dropped his stuff and hopped off without stealing anything. Messy guy, though, he scattered these plastic eggs full of candy all over the living room on the way out.
rubberducky’s chief technical officer has recently accepted a position as a professor of linguistics at the University of Kentucky. To make this possible, the stalwart rubberducky crew will be relocating yet again (hopefully for the last time) to Lexington, Kentucky!
We will all miss California and all of our friends and family here very much, but we are happy to be moving on to literally greener pastures much closer to our loved ones in the frostbitten mitten and Indiana.