|NV & CA & blissful ignorance
||[Jan. 30th, 2017|10:41 pm]
Judy Anderson (yduJ)
As previously mentioned, Wednesday Jocelyn and I flew out to join my parents in Reno, where mostly what we did together was have slow-service meals and chatted (so didn't really mind the slow service).|
Thursday midday J&I went to visit my father's widow in Carson City (so, I guess technically my stepmother but I never had a relationship with her so I don't really think of her that way), where we went through a few boxes of stuff, some of which had been packed in the 1970's when my grandmother died. I have ended up with several pounds of photos of dead people I can't identify. We were able to identify some of them at my dad's widow's house, and my mother was able to identify others, but there's still huge swaths of unidentified people in tiny black and white photos from the 30's and 40's. We stopped at a thrift store on the way back to the hotel and I bought a bag the right size to stick everything in, and we'd packed cleverly and Jocelyn didn't have a "personal item" for the plane on the way over, so we were able to take everything back in carry-on (for which ordinary airlines are not yet charging -- but wait a month, bummer.) Not sure what I'm going to do with it all; put it in a box and make my heirs deal, most likely.
We had a little free time after that and nipped down to Circus Circus to see what they were showing, which was a magic show involving disappearing dogs (it was called "Dog Gone!") and then a slackwire artist who was first-rate. We had bad pizza in between shows because we didn't have much time, as...
Thursday evening I arranged (by luck, mostly) for Jocelyn to take an aerial silks lesson. We got lost on the way but managed to get there on time. My parents came with, since my stepfather had never seen her do her thing live. It was a little random, being in a class, but she learned a new trick and got to do a little tiny bit on aerial straps, which she's interested in learning more about, so it was good to get this tiny bit of experience before she signs up for an 8 week class.
Friday we started the day with a swim in the outdoor pool, which they said was heated by geothermal so it wasn't wasteful. It's kind of fun to go swimming when it's 30 degrees out. I sat in the hot tub so the 50-foot walk back to the hotel wouldn't be so uncomfortable. It was pretty cold getting to the hot tub, which was only like 20 feet from the pool! Then we checked out and drove down to the bay area, where we stayed with the family of one of Jocelyn's best friends from school last year -- her parents had moved to California for work. She's not really happy with her new school but she's coping.
The kids wanted to stay inside and watch videos all Saturday, but this was vetoed by her parents. I had first thought we should go to Six Flags in Vallejo, only 30 minutes away, but the kids were uninspired. They were pretty much uninspired by everything, but eventually we decided to go to Oakland and walk around Lake Merritt. You would think, it being a spot of protesters in various guises, that something would have been happening. There was a little, some drummers with signs about Standing Rock, but there weren't very many of them. Then we went off to Berkeley and walked around on Telegraph Ave, looking at the street vendors. Another place I'd expect protesters, but there weren't any. We stood outside the communist bookstore and read lots of propaganda posted in the window, but those people hate The Man no matter who it is, and it wasn't specifically targeted about the recent nonsense.
Flight home was uneventful; I guess protesters don't get up before 8 in SF and I guess they were done by the time we landed at 4:30 in Boston. We landed at a domestic terminal so probably wouldn't have seen any, but it turns out JetBlue in SF takes off from the international terminal. But, it was early. Airport hotel was eventful, unfortunately -- they lost my reservation, which was a pre-paid priceline deal, so I was kind of annoyed. I think they made it right, but I'll have to keep an eye on my credit card bill, and it took 45 minutes before they gave us a key.
So, anyway, I was completely unaware of the entire situation until I got home. Living in a no-news vortex, apparently.