Traveling with family, it was Sister first: “Hey, look at this: when it rains it snows, doesn’t it?” Looks like rain today. Around here, I’m not sure if that’s a surprise.
Watching a little tiny corner of Seattle wake up – I’m still on Central time, so it’s the middle of the day – to me. But here, it’s early morning. There’s the pronounced Northwestern accent, at least, I’m starting, after a day, to get some semblance of a hint about the accent.
And the average coffee here is better than most of the coffee in Texas. I thought about that over a tiny cup of very smooth espresso at some local chain. Not a Starbucks kind of a chain, just a couple of hole-in-the-wall places. My Texas stickers are treated with deep suspicion, seeing as how I don’t look like anyone out of the ordinary around here.
I’ve got to make it to the top of the Space Needle, too. Just have to. Make it up there before I make it to the top of the tower in San Antonio. Just fitting.
Pre-Opera notes: “Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!!”
(Sister’s version of getting ready for the opera.) Die Walkure:
For someone who doesn’t understand it all, I rather enjoyed the show. Couple of long, textually heavy (plot) parts in the second part. Worked well.
Sister was all teary-eyed. She cried when they fell in love, she cried when they were rent asunder, she cried when the god said good-bye to the demoted god-child.
“Oh the one I saw in Germany, they camped it up some.”
“Yeah, and the idea that Brunhilda is now a housewife. Or she will be.”
