It was sad, of course. Jett shed a few tears. But it is the perfect place for them. Their ashes won’t be traveling with us any more but their memories will be with us forever.
R.I.P.
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The RV adventures of Sparky and (the late) Jett |
It was sad, of course. Jett shed a few tears. But it is the perfect place for them. Their ashes won’t be traveling with us any more but their memories will be with us forever.
R.I.P.
It also had one of Degas’ ballerina paintings – one I have never seen before, so that was a treat. And four smaller ballerina sculptures. In all, a very nice assortment of Degas’ ballerina works.
Other highlights? Some paintings and one sculpture by Remington. Some very nice Monets and Pissarros. A “Thinker” sculpture by Rodin. And a very intriguing painting of a wedding by an unfamiliar artist. I can’t make out the name from the photo.St Anthony’s Feast is an annual event in the Italian North End of Boston. We like to attend, primarily for the food but also it is a darn good excuse to get into the city on one of the last summer weekends – it is always scheduled for the last weekend before Labor Day. This year we went on Friday, to avoid the weekend crowds. The weather cooperated by being clear, warm and not too humid.
We parked the car at the Alewife T station and took the subway in. For years this was my regular commute, so it was very comfortable for me. Jett, on the other hand, hated it. I believe her comment was “I can’t believe that you could stand this.”
We took the Red Line to Downtown Crossing and changed to the Orange Line for 2 stops to Haymarket. Being Friday, the open-air fruit and vegetable market was operating. We bought a few things on our return trip – cheap asparagus ($1) and some nectarines. There is a reason that the produce is so cheap: it is all nearing the “sell by” date. We ended up discarding the asparagus. The nectarines were eaten, but they, too, were past their prime.
The North End is separated from downtown Boston by the Rose Kennedy Greenway, a very nice strip of parkland built over the underground expressway the resulted from the Big Dig. This is not only a fine place to have a picnic, but also affords some nice views of downtown Boston.
The foodstuff that we most crave when we go to St Anthony’s is fried artichoke hearts. We just love a good, freshly fried artichoke heart. This year we could not find any for sale at the street vendors, so we decided to have a light lunch at Massamino’s restaurant. We ordered the fried artichokes as an appetizer (excellent!) and split a chicken piccata entrée (the best I have ever had). We dined al fresco and watched the fair traffic as we dined. It was a very nice lunch.
Jett still tires easily and we had to stop frequently to rest. That was just fine with me as my sciatica was making walking painful. Just a couple of old people dottering their way through the Feast.
I was happy to see, when we got back to our car, that no chunks of concrete had fallen on it. The Alewife Garage is now closed evenings and weekends for emergency repairs as the concrete is deteriorating badly and chunks have, in fact, fallen on cars. No one has been injured, though. Yet.
All-in-all it was a fine day trip – one of the too few that we have made this summer.
I haven’t been blogging much lately, partly because there hasn’t been a lot to blog about (I have been doing a lot of genealogy and the weather has been terrible, so I have been sitting inside, on the computer, a lot). But I recently finished a time-consuming second pass through my ancestors and have started visiting some cemeteries. I have also, in the past week, been spending a lot of time figuring out how to get this blog into print. Jett has been “encouraging” me for some time to get this done. So… I am now doing it.
I was hoping that I could just contract with some service that could print directly from the files on bluehost.com. However, my attempt at doing this failed and, in retrospect, might not have been a great idea to start with, because a blog doesn’t necessarily translate to print form very well. I then found a service that was just a publisher – I send a PDF file and they will print and bind it. So I started looking into how much effort would be involved to produce a PDF from the contents of the blog.
I decided that I wanted a separate volume of each year of the blog. I started the blog in October 2011, so the 2011 volume would be small and would be a good test. Over the course of two days, I produced a PDF file containing all of my 2011 posts. It came out to 26 pages. I sent it off and ordered 10 copies at a total delivered cost of about $58. Now I am working on 2012, which will likely be over 100 pages. If the 2011 book looks good I will be ready to publish 2012 by the time I get it.
Then 5 more volumes, probably each over 100 pages.
Good thing the weather sucks because I will be spending a lot of time indoors over the next couple of months.
Copyright 2002 by Linda Appleblatt Barnes. Published by St Martin’s Press, New York.
This was my first Linda Barnes mystery and I was impressed. She is a very good writer – describes people, places and events vividly and moves the story line along rapidly. I never got bored reading this one.
The protagonist is Carlotta Carlyle, a private investigator who mostly operates independently but in this case was subbing for an agency doing undercover work on Boston’s “Big Dig” – the $14 billion Central Artery/Third Harbor Tunnel construction project. She was tasked with searching for theft and graft on one of the many construction sites, but soon was investigating the death of a construction worker who was a whistleblower. She also took another job searching for a young woman who had gone missing. The two cases, which initially seemed totally independent, soon converged in a surprising way.
I liked this book very much. Never a dull moment. No crazy coincidences. No huge body count. Just a story that got more interesting with every page.
8 out of 10.
When we bought our fifth wheel in May 2015 we purchased an extended warranty plan that would give us “stem-to-stern” coverage for 6 years. Recently we found a reason to use the plan: a cable on one of our black water tank valves broke, making our half bath unusable. We thought this would also be a good time to address our chronic inverter problem: the inverter that exists solely to power our residential refrigerator while traveling (to keep our food cold) has never, ever worked. Not once. Every time the compressor starts up the inverter is overloaded and switches off.
Jett had a list of 6 other things that she wanted to have a RV technician look at and, based on the results of the diagnostic work, we would decide whether to fix them. So we made a date to haul the RV the 80 miles to the Camping World in Colchester NH with the expectation that they would keep it for 3 days, fix the 2 critical issues and give us estimates for fixing the others.
The only mention of a cost for the diagnostics was a statement that if the repair was not covered by the warranty then the diagnostic cost would be ours. Fine.
So we duly dropped the RV off. The next morning we got a call “reminding” us that there would be a separate flat-rate diagnostic cost of $67 per item. So… 8 items, $67 each… $536. I dropped two items – sticky windows which I felt pretty strongly could not be fixed; that is just how the windows were. I should have dropped the living room shades issue as it would have been cheaper to just replace the shades rather than paying $67 to learn that the shades needed to be replaced. I also should have dropped the problem with the awning tilt control as the control part – a knob – could probably be replaced for under $20. But I didn’t. They did fix the knob while diagnosing it, so there was no additional cost there. But not dropping the shades issue was just stupid. A waste of money.
But what did I learn about the two critical issues?
My diagnostics cost was $405. That is over $400 to learn… nothing. A total waste of money. Worse, we learned that they would make no attempt to fix either issue until the insurance company ruled on whether the problems were covered. We would have to pick up the RV and bring it back in a few weeks.
I am not eager to do that. I think I need to do my own diagnostic work and, perhaps, hire an on-site RV repair guy to deal with the black tank issue. As for the inverter, if I determine that it is, in fact, faulty, I will deal with the insurance company myself.
I really don’t want to go back to Camping World.
2011 Bantam Books Mass Market Edition
This is a book of epic adventure, #6 in the series featuring archaeologists Nina Wilde and Eddie Chase. These books are reminiscent of the Clive Cussler novels in that they involve fantastic locations and non-stop action. And a huge body count. In this book I counted 87 deaths, plus however many people were killed in a terrorist attack on a G20 meeting of world leaders. That is 87 deaths in 500 pages or about 1 death every 6 pages.
The plot involves a search for the Sacred Vault of Shiva, a legendary place that contains, so the story goes, the Shiva-Vedas, stone tablets containing the wisdom of the Hindu god Shiva. An Indian billionaire wants them because he believes that with the wisdom of Shiva – and his control of worldwide information flow via his Qexia search engine – he can bring an end to the current final stage in the Hindu cycle of existence, the Kali Yuga era – an end that would embroil the entire world in war, death and destruction but would also usher in a new era of peace and enlightenment. Khoil, the Indian billionaire, wants to be in charge when the new era begins and also wants to do everything he can to hasten its arrival, which he believes can be best achieved by killing all the world leaders meeting for the G20.
So the fate of the world hangs in the balance. It is the Indian billionaire and his army of mercenaries against two archaeologists and a few close friends. Guess who wins?
How they win is kind of fun, if you are willing to suspend your disbelief. In addition to the Shiva-Vedas, the sacred vault contains a wide assortment of amazing ancient fighting machines, including some rocket-powered gliders at least 1000 years old. One of the gliders is used to escape the mercenaries. Yes, the heroes board an ancient flying machine and it not only is still functional, but manages to safely transport them out of the Himalayas despite being chased – and shot at – by a helicopter gunship.
See what I mean about suspending disbelief? Pretty ridiculous, really, but the book was a fun summer read.
Still, I would take a Clive Cussler book over an Andy McDermott book any day.
5 out of 10.
Copyright 2014 Barclay Perspectives, Inc. Published by Penguin Random House.
I will give Barclay credit for coming up with a plot that I have never encountered before. A small-time gangster goes into the “private banking” business, taking in cash and other valuables from people who don’t want them where the authorities might find them should their properties be searched. He takes a percentage off the top and he hides the booty where no one would think to look: in the attics of unsuspecting neighbors. But his scheme encounters a problem when one of his stashes is stolen – obviously an inside job – and, in the course of the robbery, the son of one of his henchmen – who is there on a totally unrelated criminal purpose (taking a hot car for a joy ride) – is killed by the robber. Accompanying the would-be joy rider is the underage daughter of a high school teacher.
Things rapidly spiral out of control, for the gangster, his henchmen, the people supporting the private banking enterprise and especially the teacher and his family. The body count reaches 6, plus three earlier deaths that are eventually linked. The second biggest question is: how is the teacher going to get out of this mess?
But the biggest question is: why the hell would a gangster store booty in the attics of unsuspecting people? Why not just bury it in the woods, with the GPS locations carefully noted? It would have been simpler and safer (fewer people aware of the criminal activities, much less chance of being caught in the houses). At one point in the book the gangster admits that it was all a pretty dumb idea.
Barclay ties up everything nicely. Perhaps too nicely, with too many coincidences. I think he is a decent writer but I had a very hard time keeping with the story, maybe because the whole idea was so ridiculous. But I slogged through and the final 100 pages went pretty quickly.
If you don’t mind a head-scratching plot, the rest of the book was okay.
5 out of 10.
Our insurance claims for the aborted cruise total $13,601.97, not counting the $202.34 that was automatically refunded by TAP when we cancelled our airline tickets from Venice. There were four separate claims:
Not all claims have been paid, but so far the only expenses that have been denied have been the hotel and meals expenses that were incurred in Cartagena while waiting for the arrival of our travel nurse.
I still have my fingers crossed, but it is looking good that the cruise, while being a medical and vacation disaster, won’t be a financial disaster as well.
Sciatica
I have had sciatica before – back when we were living in Somerville, circa 2003. I got up one morning and just about collapsed from the sudden pain that shot down my leg. That episode was relatively short-lived, lasting just a couple of weeks, and was helped with exercise and PT. This time… more chronic. I first noticed some back pain after I returned from the long car trip to drop Rusty off in VA in advance of our cruise. Then I REALLY noticed a problem the day when I tried to walk to downtown Cartagena from Jett’s hospital room in Spain – I got about a quarter-mile down the road and noticed that my left buttock and thigh were burning and going numb. I rested and slowed down my walk, but the pain never completely disappeared.
This summer I have had to endure some level of back/leg pain nearly every day. It has affected my softball (my batting average is terrible) and hampers my ability to play disc golf or do anything, really, that involves walking. When Jett and I went to St Anthony’s Feast in the North End of Boston last Friday it was slow going. The good news(?) is that Jett’s pace was as slow as mine, so I didn’t slow her down.
I keep hoping that the pain will just go away, as it has in the past, but I am coming to grips with the realization that I may be hoping in vain. I see a doctor in a few weeks. Let’s see what he says.