The Year of Months takes a breath

As my brother Mark always says, "Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht"

And so we planned, and God did, indeed laugh. Or at least snicker.

Here is what we had planned for the rest of the year:

March              Savannah
April                 Tulsa
May                  Chincoteague
June                 Nantucket
July                   Williamstown
August            Vancouver
September         South Dakota
October Detroit
November Nashville
December London, Paris, and more

We had tickets to Savannah and Tulsa, both of which were cancelled. May was problematic, as was August, but everything else looked very good.

Then, of course, reality intervened. A virus was unleashed, and we were leashed.

Doreen still goes in to the office, as she is declared an "essential worker". I, (thanks goodness) am not, and am able to work from home. What I lose in podcast time (at least an hour and a half a day) I gain in sanity.

But what are we to do? I hesitate to make plans (see above) but at the same time this is a year that we will need to celebrate.

I am thinking of a big party in December. Not really what I am used to, but what the heck?

More later.

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Home again, home again.

It's always good to be home. We have never taken such a road trip before, and certainly never with a dog. That was an experience. She loved the long hikes in the mountains, didn't care for the car rides, especially the long one. We, too, experienced new things. We listened to a lot of books on tape (well, Audible), trying to match the words to the Landscape. So we started with True Grit by Charles Portis, set mostly in the Oklahoma Territory. One of my favorite books of all times, and it was read by Donna Tart. ( The Goldfinch , etc). Perfect book for the start of the trip, from Houston to Bartlesville. On the next two legs of the trip, to Hutchinson, Kansas and then up to Keystone, South Dakota, we listed to My Antonia by Will Cather. (pronounced, we learned, as an-tone-EEE-ah). A wonderful book for driving through Nebraska. And we were on the Willa Cather highway while doing so. As we drove into Wyoming, we listened to Rising from the Plains , by John McPhee. The story of

Wyoming. Where family has to take you in!

I lived in Kemmerer, Wyoming in 1978, working in a coal mine. Back then, when you entered the state, the sign said "Welcome to BIG Wonderful Wyoming!" It is a big, big state, and much of it is wonderful. I have fond memories of the place. Now, my oldest brother lives there with his wife, (Not in Kemmerer, but in Lander, which seems to be much more civilized) and it was just great to see them. Ah, but the sign. Now it looks like this: Let's zoom in a little: Personally, I liked the old sign better. A lot of Wyoming looks like this: That is a loading silo for the US's second biggest coal mine - Black Thunder, originally owned by ARCO, now by Arch Coal. Different mine, different technique than the one I worked it. But just incredibly huge. You drive through the mine and it just goes on forever. But there is a lot of this, too: We stopped at the Tourist Bureau in Casper to get some state maps (yes, we have been using hardcopy maps, our atlas, as well as The Google Lady o

The Revised Trip starts soon

As we all know, there has been a change of plans. The change was instigated by a pandemic the likes of which the US has not seen in a hundred years. Over 180,000 dead as I write this, and the infection mechanism still seems to be up for (a little) debate. Aerosol transmission, especially fatal if you have underlying conditions. So we stopped all our plans we had made (see below) and now have made new plans. The new plans are a driving trip, where we would like to believe that we will have better control over our environment. We are even renting a car so as to eliminate the stress of having to worry about charging up the battery on the Tesla. Our plans now go something like this: September 16, drive to Bartlesville, OK and spend two nights at the Inn at Price Tower , a Frank Lloyd Wright building that has been turned into a hotel. Head north to Hutchinson, KS to visit both a salt mine , and the Apollo 13 command module, Odyssey . Then to Grand Island, NE, where we hope that the Sand

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