Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Last Day

I start my last day in San Francisco.  Boo.  I'm having so much fun.  Yesterday we headed out of the city across the Golden Gate Bridge.  That in itself was worth the price of admission.



There is an area above the bridge that provides views back toward the city that are spectacular.  And of Alcatraz where we are going today.

Back into the car and up Highway 1 (note to self: come back on motorcycle!) to the canyon country of Muir Woods.  John Muir started the Sierra Club and you can see why as you wind through this neck of the woods.  Muir Woods is a National Park that protects the last stand of redwoods still standing from the good old days.  Very old.  As you walk into the forest it's really cool how people go from yack yack yacking to complete silence.  Sort of like walking into a grand cathedral.  




Fish and chips at The Pelican Inn an English pub/inn that was taken apart over there and re-assembled over here.  Ale by the pint and plenty of tartar sauce!  

Out to Muir Beach and proof that there really is a Pacific Ocean.








Skirt steak and grilled asparagus on the barbie for dinner and exhausted he drops into bed.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter




Sunday, March 27, 2011

loving these stories from the train! tell rowan he's attractive but i have no time to think of anythng but rowing these days...row row row...exhausted

Sunday Morning in San Francisco

I had a great sleep in a great bed.  This morning Ashley and I went out.  She to Zumba class and me for a walk / run to get the lay of the land.  Hills!  But I made it and am back at the house waiting for Phil "Flip" Casey and Charlene "Chuck" Smith to come over for a Middlebury brunch.  So much fun.

Yesterday.  We got off the train in Reno and boarded buses for the ride to Sacremento where we would reboard a train for the final leg of the cross country journey.  My seatmate was a wonderful older woman who knew the area quite well and pointed out the sites as we left the city.  We quickly realized we were in trouble as we passed lines and lines of trucks that were parked.  The climb out of Reno through Donner Pass (named after a party of settlers who got stuck in the snow and resorted to cannibalism my seatmate told me as she hungrily eyed my arm!) is very steep and had been closed for the previous 22 hours because of the recent snowfall of 5-7 feet.  The driver was completely calm and eventually pulled over and put on chains.  The highway department was not letting anyone proceed without chains or a 4 wheel drive vehicle.  There are actually people called "chain monkeys" who for a fee will help people put on or take off their snowtire chains.  $30.00 to put on / $15.00 to take off.

You want snowbanks?  You got snow banks!

 We slowly made our way up and over the pass, worked our way down into Sacremento and onto a train for Emeryville, where Ashley picked me up and we headed for San Francisco.

On our way from the Emeryville train station we got to see a member of CHIPS (California Highway Patrol:
and one of the street cars:
took a quick ride up to the highest spot of the city, Twin Peaks:
checked into the guest room:

and went out for ribs to celebrate Rowan's last night before going back to school.  Cailin and Grady take note.



Don't tell anyone but here is a pirated picture of the cover of Ashley's newest (not even published yet) book, entitiled "Baby Bear Sees Blue".  It is a great story of a baby bear learning his colors and bound to be a must-read for every child interested in discovering the world of color.

I've gotta go, folks are starting to arrive for brunch.  I could get used to this.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Well the cross-country adventure looks like loads of fun. Are you reminded at all of your trip out west as a young'un about which Gr. Ann took loads of notes (from which, I believe, we know that Patty was studying up on grasses?)?

New York has suddenly got very cold after a week or so of lovely spring (75 degrees!) weather. I have been working a lot, Shawn (Izzy's mom) has been away on a lot of business trips, so I've been overnight at Izzy's almost every night for the past two weeks. As hosts of the critically acclaimed cooking show "Marva and Marvin" (she's Marva, I'm Marvin), we have been doing a lot of work in the kitchen. We might be most proud of our chocolate cake with homemade buttercream frosting, although Shawn was not quite so pleased when she got home to find five gallons of buttercream frosting in the refrigerator. Apparently there was some fine print under the recipe reminding people that this was a restaurant recipe, meant for serving in bulk.

Renee has been in town for the past week and treating me to her insider's knowledge of the city. On Sunday we indulged in some delicious tarts from the adorably named "Once Upon a Tart," in SOHO. We tried savory and sweet tarts and there is no doubt in my mind that this quaint little joint will end up being twice, or maybe thrice upon a tart... heh heh, get it? Cause I'll be going back...

After lunch we went to see short films at the NY International Children's Film Festival, and it was fantastic! Granted, we were the only adults there without children in tow, but let me tell you, those jaded new yorkers who may have dismissed this cultural icon at the term "children's" really missed out on something great. Some of the creators of the films spoke after the viewing and they all said that they did not have children in mind when they set out to make the films, they were made for all audiences. Actually, some of them were a little over my head. Perhaps I have not taken an English class in too long, but there was definitely some symbolism that was lost on me.

I also had the pleasure of Renee's company yesterday, for an afternoon on the Upper East Side. We met at this amazing bakery/gourmet deli called Yura on 92nd and Madison, I had a croissant and Renee had zucchini bread, and we both had Renee's signature steamed milk, which, if you have not tried one, are scrummy (like that Cailin, how I used a bit of English slang?). Nourished, we proceeded to the Jewish museum, which is essentially a celebration of Jewish culture and contributions to art, and features artists of Jewish backgrounds. There was an amazing exhibit on Houdini, who, if you didn't know this, was a Rabbi's son. The exhibit included everything from paintings inspired by "the king of handcuffs" to his actual "water torture chamber" to the handcuffs he escaped from to posters advertising his shows to a cage exhibit with 7 live pigeons and a glass coffin on which the pigeons defecated, meant (according to the description on the wall) to symbolize the brevity of life and some analogy about life having you in chains that vaguely relates to houdini's escape acts. But I didn't really get that one.

There was a school group there and we sort of followed them around because they had a great tour guide who was telling really cool houdini anecdotes and things, and also because kids say the darndest things, and Renee and I were getting quite a few chuckles out of the comments. There was a lot of "I know how he did that! He's hiding the key in his pocket!" and "I could do that." Also a touching moment (awwwww) when a little boy raised his hand and said, "I think if I saw Houdini do that trick then I would believe that nothing is impossible."

There was a new installation at the Jewish Museum that we got to see, an exhibit by the artist Maira Kalman. She had instructed the paintings to be hung side by side, all squished together with no empty space between the frames, so looking at the exhibit was like reading a story book about her life. You could really see how different things in her life were influencing her work, like after her husband died there was a series of really sad artwork.

Then we popped into the Cooper Hewitt museum just one block away. It is a branch of the Smithsonian and the national center for design. The new exhibit there was an installation of hundreds of Van Cleef and Arpels jewelry pieces, absolutely amazing, just diamonds EVERYWHERE, probably billions of dollars worth of jewelry in one room.

Upstairs there was another exhibit on the artist Sonia Delaunay, a real avant garde tastemaker in the 1920s who made textiles with really big, bold, graphic shapes and colors. Her whole concept was that "color is the skin of life" and that by placing colors and shapes strategically next to eachother you created movement. The exhibit actually inspired my curriculum for art class later in the day, where I had the kids look at some of the pamphlets from the exhibit and then create their own textile patterns. Yes, I was quite proud of myself for coming up with that one.

Right now I am at KC and Baldur's babysitting the kidlets. It is Baldur's birthday, so they are out with friends. There are revolutionary developments happening in the Martin-Gudbjornsson-Baldursdottir household: Freyja and Katla are now sharing a room, which has been going pretty well for the most part, except for tonight when KC all of a sudden heard screaming from the room and went in to find that Freyja had thrown a huge plastic babydoll in Katla's crib and hit her square in the head. After much crying on both their parts I thought they had fallen asleep, until at about 8:00 (they were both supposed to have been asleep for two hours at this point), I hear a creaking of a door and some padded footsteps, and a little voice saying "Hi!"... Freyja had decided it was time to play and was absolutely adamant about not going back to bed. Hard to say no to a little kid in footed pajamas holding her blanket and looking up at you with enormous eyes, but I did eventually get her back to bed and all has been silent since. She is probably in there playing dress up.

Love to everyone! xox



I Made It To San Francisco

I made it!  Following are notes I made while on the train and have only now gotten to be able to hook up with wi-fi.  I will post more updated stuff later.  Just know I made it!  Ashley has given me a great quick tour of San Francisco and now we are enjoying her home and the tail end of the UCONN  Arizona game.  

Wednesday. 2:20 PM.  This is so cool.  I have my own little roomette.  Not real big but private and with a bunk that folds down for sleeping.  The shower is just down the hall and I am in need!  There is an upstairs where the windows are floor to ceiling which will mean more as we head out into the plains and Rockies.  I’ve already gotten lost, came downstairs and all my stuff was gone.  Oh wait, wrong room.  Sorry.  Tom is my conductor and he seems like a fine fellow.  The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest is getting really good so I’m going to quit now and go read for a bit.


My Roomette

Tom My Conductor



7:00 AM. Waking up in the flat, flat, flat part of the country.  I had a great sleep in my roomette.  Getting dressed is a bit of a challenge.  I have decided to not shave until I’m on firmer ground.  Excellent breakfast except for the announcement that an avalanche somewhere between here and San Francisco means the train will go no further than Reno.  Huh?  No one heard of a shovel?  I’m going to have to scramble and do some figgerin’.  The adventure has become an adventure.
11:50 PM.  We’re about to pull out of Denver, destination unknown.  As we pulled into Denver we were informed that we would be put up for the night in Denver and then try to get out tomorrow.  At first I was going to stay on the train and take my chances in Reno but was informed of a big bowling tournament in Reno that had taken up all the hotel rooms.  So I quickly pack (stuff everything into by bag) and jump off and into the Denver station.  Once inside they instructed us there would be no accomodations provided in Denver but that they would be provided for us in Reno.  Got that?  Me neither but if you hurry you can get back on the train.  Thank you for all your patience and understanding as we deal with Mother Nature.  
12:30 PM.  I think.  We’ve changed time zones a couple times and my computer clock don’t know it.  My cell phone is apparently confused as it is refusing to show any time.  Anyway we just entered Moffatt Tunnel at 6.1 miles long the longest railroad tunnel in the United States.  Prior to the building of the tunnel our trip over the Great Divide took 5-6 hours.  Now we can do it in 12 minutes.  As we exit the tunnel you will be able to see the ski lifts and trails of Winter Park.  Thank you for riding with Amtrak.  Now I gotta go have my lunch.
4:30 PM.  The ride from Denver to Glenwood Springs, Colorado is absolutely gorgeous.  I am finding so many places I want to come back and explore.  Even Ottumwa, Iowa looks fun!  But right now we are up in the high canyon country of the Rockies.  Red rocks, steep canyon walls and scrawny dogs barking at trains behind houses put in the middle of god knows where for god knows what reason.  I was able to get just enough time on someone’s wi-fi in Glenwood Springs for a quick post on Facebook.  For those of you from there thanks.  I have finished The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest (I won’t spoil it for you Janine!).  A train ride is a great way to completely relax and read.  Or write.  Or just look out the window.  Ever wonder what’s on the other side of that canyon wall?  There’s an app for that!  Actually there isn’t.  You’re going to have to put away all your devices and go for a hike.



Saturday AM. Woke up fairly early, before dawn in Nevada.  And the announcement that there would be busses to get us from Reno to Emeryville / San Francisco.  Yeah!!  I had breakfast with John from Sioux City, Iowa and Peter from Stockholm, Sweden.  Nevada is beautiful.  We are traveling through scrubby desert with huge mountain backdrops that seem to rise out of the earth for no particular reason.  


Love you all.  Peace.  Peter

blogging from georgia! won't allow me to write in the box. on my phone. rigged in pouring rain today. first practice in an hour!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Going along ...........

I was hoping to find you here this afternoon, Peter! I hope you'll find moments to keep up the travelog. The first installment was good fun. I'm so glad you have been able to make the camera connection. Does the train have a dome you can ride in for 360 degree viewing (in the daytime!)?

Thanks for thinking of the rest of us. I know it is too much to expect that Cailin might be blogging from Atlanta. Connor, what are you up to this week? And Grady?

Love to all points, N, E, S and W,
GrAnn

On The Road

Wednesday, 2:45 PM.  I’m finally on a train!  Heading south toward Schenectady after saying goodbye to Connor and Port Henry  Hey there’s Connor and the Camry up on the highway.  Bye buddy man!  
Here are some photos of the beginning of the trip.
Ripton Snow- Better Be Gone By The Time I Get Back

New Sneaks!  Watch Out Nob Hill

Sarah Palin- Your Bridge Is Ready
Port Henry Train Station and Senior Center- Train's late, pinochle?



I’ve got Zac Brown in the headphones and a still frozen Lake Champlain to my left.  I’ll be flying back in a week and I expect that ice to be gone!  I’m traveling with Lisbeth Salander having picked up The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest from the Ilsley Library yesterday.  Lisbeth and Grandma Ann’s digital camera and all of you.
4:40 PM.  I arrived in Schenectady (who decided that was a good name for a town?) on time which meant I had a 4 hour wait for the Lake Shore Limited which I will ride through the night to Chicago.  Sat in the train station for a couple of hours and then decided to try Schenectady's finest Burger King.  My whopper was just as good as the ones I've had at the Burlington Burger King.  Aa Bill Lacey says, I spent a year of my life in Schenectady one weekend.

7:45 PM.  We're heading out, bound for Chicago.  Still having trouble finding wi-fi, hopefully I'll be able to upload tomorrow in Union Station.

5:00 AM.  Sleep last night consisted of several catnaps.  A little tough getting a 6'3" frame comfortably into a train seat for 15 hours.  The couple in the seats right in front of my decided all night would be a time for a conversation in Cambodian.  Not exactly a soothing sing-song language.  I also learned that when Amtrak describes the route as traveling along "some of the nation's most beautiful shorelines" they don't mean AT NIGHT, when it is DARK OUT.

8:30 AM.  About 2 hours out of Chicago, rolling through Indiana farm country.  Hey there's Larry Bird!

1:50 PM.  I just had the best pizza in the world!  Giordano's deep dish sausage pie.  Wow!  Here's some pickies:
Mamma Mia!

Smile Boys- Ya done good

1:00 PM. Waiting to board the train for San Francisco.  I just spoke with Ashley and it is raining there.  Don't care, I'm going to San Francisco!

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter




Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Daddy, I thought your chili was the best. You know all those crazy Middlebury crunchy folk only like vegetarian chili anyway.

I wish I had some news to report, but things are pretty boring over here. Busy, but boring. I had a midterm on Monday, I have a presentation on Friday morning, 3 papers to write next week and one more exam, and then on the 25th I'm off to Georgia for some sunshine and rowing!! It's going to be a longgggg 9 days, but I'll get there!

Happy St. Patrick's Day to everyone! I'll be wearing my green tomorrow! hope for sun and warmth so we can see some clovers before June!
Love you!
Cailin

Chef Peter, now on TV!

Good work, Peter! You were such a good subject, they came back to you with the microphone and camera for a second appearance. I bet they loved your chili, too, but they can't award prizes to the same chef two years in a row. Stupid chili contest. GrAnn

Monday, March 14, 2011

Chilly Chili Contest

All right so we didn't win.  Heck, we did not even come in third.  Stupid chili contest.  But we did get on TV.
The third annual chili contest was held this past Saturday and it was a huge success.  They closed off Main Street and packed it with over 3000 visitors.  Great pictures at the Town of Middlebury's facebook page.  Click here for a closer look.  http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=1190136312&aid=2109475

And for television coverage of the event including footage of your's truly click here.  Actually you may have to copy and paste both links because I don't know how to get a link here.  Just like I apparently don't know how to make good chili.  Stupid chili contest.

http://www.wcax.com/global/video.asp?autoStart=true&topVideoCatNo=default&clipId=5655532

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Love surprises!

What a wonderful surprise it is to find new entries! Loved yours, Peter, about Dad's slide into the ditch - too funny - and dancing with your favorites at the Town Hall Theater!

And Grady, reading your latest is too funny also. Not only do you guys have story-telling gifts, you somehow have stories happen to you. The non-English-speaking grandmother/mother-in-law/housekeeper/spiritual adviser person you had to contend with was a real test. I love your cool.

And as for cool, we're snowbound again. We await the front end loader that will dig us out. This happened a couple of years ago, the famous Valentine's Day storm. We weathered that one with no problem and we can manage this one, too. Indeed, we keep saying how lucky we are to have electricity, to be safe, sound, warm, dry and connected by phone and computer.

Today is Patty's birthday, which took me completely by surprise when I was reminded by mention on VPR that today is the 100th anniversary of the declaration of International Women's Day. I love that coincidence. And on another March 8th, on a Children's Art Exchange trip in Kasakhstan, I had a marriage proposal from a young man there who wanted to get to the USA. Imagine that! Quite a day, March 8th.

She, Patty, had to snowshoe to get out of their yard today on her way to Stowe for the NCAA's. Peter, you have given her a ride into town to the college van she has to dig out for the next leg of her journey today.

I was to have done my shift at Charter House this morning, but instead I am working on organizing the pictures of Middlebury UU's which I have clipped from newspapers since 1993, with the goal of mounting them in scrapbooks for the church archives. A fun project.

I check this blog site several times a day and the day is made when someone surprises me with an entry. Where in the world are the Rosses? These two are up on the ridge over Cider Mill Road, hoping that the storm predicted for tomorrow is as forgiving.

Love to all,
GrAnn

Monday, March 7, 2011

back to bk

The Bow Thayer concert was rockin' indeed. Did some good dancing. It was great to see everyone, and what a nice surprise to see Grandma for thirty seconds at the train station! Renee and I had a nice ride back together. She proved to me that there are more quality items available in the cafe car than individual pizzas, and bought me a cheese and cracker platter, which was just as gourmet as it sounds.

While VT was getting snowed in, NY was getting heavy rain: we got into Penn station about an hour and a half behind schedule due to flooding on the tracks. But I arrived home in Brooklyn by 11:30 and was pleasantly surprised to find that both Rob and Spencer had vacated the premises. I listened to music without my earphones in. Boy, I was really livin'.

This morning I had to be at Simon and Charlotte's at 8:00. We were all having a grand old time when their grandmother showed up around 10:30. I had no idea that she was coming over but she watches the kids on some days so I thought she might have had the schedule confused. She speaks barely any English, only Arabic, but I was able to understand through a lot of angry gestures that she wanted me out of the house. So I got Simon in his jacket and took him out for a walk (she refused to relinquish Charlotte, she had snatched her out of my hands upon arrival) and called Dawn (their mother).

"Hi Dawn, everything's fine, it's just that your mother-in-law is at the house."
"She's WHAT?"
"She just stopped by."
"Oh my god, that woman is so strange. I'm sure you figured that out by now. She's crazy. Did she say what she was doing there?"
"No, she just showed up and sent me outside."
"This is unbelievable. I'm so sorry, I'll call my husband."

Meanwhile I took Simon back to the house cause it was almost time for his nap and he hadn't had lunch yet, and we get there and the place is SPOTLESS. Like, an institution. Furniture is stacked up against the walls and the grandmother is on her hands and knees with a bucket of soapy water scrubbing every surface. Things were being dismantled so as to reach the nooks and crannies. I was trying to make Simon's lunch and she was following me around with a sponge wiping up every crumb. Simon wanted a hot dog and I'm trying to boil it in water and she keeps removing the pot from the stove and saying, "Simon, eat," and shoving this bread in his face that she had brought with her. Finally I got Simon upstairs for his nap, and I was hoping that since both kids were in bed she would leave. Not a chance. She goes upstairs to Simon's room (I had JUST got him to fall asleep) and starts talking to him (he has a monitor in his room so I can hear everything), and is talking and talking and talking in Arabic and then she starts chanting to him and I'm just sitting there downstairs on the other end of the baby monitor wondering how much I should report Gabe (Simon and Charlotte's father) when he gets home.

Finally at 1:45 there was a lot of honking from the street and she says, "my husband, I go now." and she left.

I got a call from Dawn about an hour after I had left and she was like, "Please please don't quit, I hope you weren't uncomfortable, Gabe called his mother and told her that she was forbidden from coming over to the house on mondays and thursday afternoons when you are there, we are so so sorry."

So that was an interesting experience. Also Charlotte has had diarrhea since friday and the doctor said it could go on for a good two weeks. Awesome.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

We are terrible

The posts here have fallen off severely.  I know we all have stories to tell so...

We had a great time at the Bow Thayer Show at the Town Hall Theater last night.  I got to dance with all my favorites!  And then Grady had to get back on the train and return to New York, New York way to soon.  Mom I'm sorry I forgot to get back to you regarding being an usher.  I hope we can do it again, both with Bow (who was very pleased with the turnout) and other musicians.  It is a perfectly sized venue for a lot of music.  I know Doug Anderson at the Town Hall Theater was pleased also and wants to keep doing more of this type of stuff.

And now we're back into winter and wintry driving conditions that make my father go off the road and have 2 ambulances, 2 police cars and 2 fire trucks come to tell him everything is ok but we're going to tow your car away and give you a ride home in the police car which we will park about half way up your driveway so when your wife gets home she will see the police car and well everything turned out fine.  Or so I hear from my daughter who is on a cellphone talking with me from a train heading south through the Hudson River Valley.  I'm confused and think I will go back to bed.

Oh.  Started tomatoes, morning glories and cantaloupes today.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter