Raincharm’s Weblog

In which we manage the subway all by ourselves and see a Yankee game (vs Orioles).

I think this is the 4th time we have visited NYC and I can finally read the subway maps and sort of find our way around. Ashlan now lives in Hell’s Kitchen and it is close enough to walk to many places.

We did not try to walk to Yankee Stadium.

We got to the stadium fairly early and were able to go look at the area where the Old Yankee Stadium was located – across the street.

The old stadium outline is shown on the picture.

Carl & Kevin having a catch, with the bat that was outside Old Yankee Stadium, in its original location. Lots of history. Virtue (Gehrig) and Vice (Ruth), or visa versa Mr. Naughty and Mr. Nice. We went to Monument Park in the outfield, and wandered the entire concourse before ascending to the fourth level.

Here is the view from our seats.
Our seats were in the front row, but we moved to the second row because they got the shade earlier. It was HOT for us north-westerners. In the 90s, but we will be leaving this fair city and hopefully avoiding the swelter.

We stopped by the Yotel on the way to the game to see where Mark & Dottie were staying. An interesting place. Very small private spaces, you push a button and the bed slides down from “couch” to bed position.

There are open areas for mingling.

And a robotically accessed storage place for your valuables.

We are heading out for a late dinner tonight – Mexican I believe.

Early Tuesday morning. A little something is in my latte’s foam.

And here we are – Wednesday evening.

This is the view from Ashlan’s rooftop deck. She is out at some sort of a function for Allen’s work right now, and we are enjoying the cool breeze. We arrived less than 24 hours ago, after an early morning pick-up and departure, and a five hour layover in Milwaukee. The layover was supposed to be about three hours, but the incoming plane was delayed, and then there was a need to find a landing time slot at LaGuardia.

Basically the same view last night, with Ashlan and Allen.

We walked a lot today – north up to Central  Park, and back again.
And into Rockefeller Plaza – 4th floor please.

Got to see how security can really be implemented.
Walked right in the building and were directed to the check-in desk.
Gave our IDs, had our pictures taken, they called the office we were going to visit, and then issued us a ticket with our names to get into the elevator. There was a gentleman/guard who took our tickets and swiped them himself before allowing us to the elevator.

Once inside the office we were visiting they escorted us to a small room where we would visit with a customer service representative. We came in from one side of the room, and she entered from the other – locked door. The table between us ran from one edge of the room to another. There would be no easy way to get into the inner sanctum.

Our task was relatively benign – to try and get a pocket watch working again.

It looks fine to us, but does not run. This is really Rey’s watch, but we are shepherding it through this phase. While we are on a vacation in NYC, the watch will be winging its way to Switzerland soon. That is where it will be diagnosed and we will be told what they feel is necessary to restore the watch to a working state.

This watch was Rey’s great-grandfather’s, Doris’ father. Virgil Wippern.

Central Park views – a lovely day

Now a look at the brief past that was missed by not posting for a few weeks:

• Jay worked lots of hours (so she could take a vacation)
• Carl spent time with two small girls and a smaller boy, in various combinations of the three.
• There were some Mariner games, even some with exciting endings.
• We saw A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder at the 5th Avenue Theater
• We also saw Gilbert & Sullivans’ Yoeman of the Guard at the Bagley Wright Theater.
• There was a 5K walk around and throughout Safeco Field
• Some missed baseball games for Carl (due to a high ankle sprain)
• And I am sure there was a Sounder’s game or two

Carl, the Fez, had a birthday last week. We did celebrate, sort of for the whole weekend. Not like a continuous party,but bits and pieces here and there. And it was all helped along by his good friends.

The festivities commenced on Friday when Chris and Dan arrived from California and Oregon. Hanging out and a Mariners game. Too short a visit, so we helped them carbo-load at breakfast the next morning. (They were in training for a 10k in track town. (But not the Olympic Trials)) 

In amongst Chris and Dan’s arrival, Dennis ventured in from Portland. He and Carl continued the Mariner weekend with a game on Saturday.

And Sunday. Sunday started with an early game. And I must pause to thank the Mariners for winning all of the weekend games. It just helped the fun factor.

The real fun on Sunday was reserved for the evening when we all headed for the Shannon’s and Dennis’s annual baseball film show. (With real film and projectors) This year included several early version’s of, “You make the call,” and several other offerings, ending with Kate Smith singing God Bless America. A good crowd this year and a great show.

We did take our time getting up on the fourth. You can only squeeze so much into one long weekend. 

Yes, that is a walking boot. Technically from June, but what would a July be without some sort of injury diagnosis. (A high ankle sprain.)

Sort of looks like a kidnapping note.

Lots more to report on, but couldn’t miss this date.

And happy anniversary to Pooh and Mark and all of the other cousins that share this week.

The title about sums up the last week. Catching up at work, at home, with friends, on bills…

And there is a new editor for the mobile blog app. That will be my excuse for anything going wrong.

I have decided to just look at pictures on the phone since my last post and try to provide a brief comment.

Okay. The first thing that went wrong was trying to add a picture and choosing the incorrect icon.

 Well, that took way to long to figure out. This was not too far from our hotel, in Bronzeville. It is a statue commemorating the migration of African-American’s to Chicago. The surface is done with representations of shoe soles. 

Back in Seattle. A whirlwind day at work followed by Pride weekend. The Sounders embraced the theme, and so did Carl.

He improved the hat wig configuration after this picture.

Next up was the last Seattle Men’s and Women’s Chorus concert conducted by Dennis Coleman. After 35 years at the helm.

The mariners were on tap for the next day, although we did not stay for the entire game because Carl had a game with his Silver Foxes.

Yes, this game was against the Cardinals, and he is wearing red. But the front says Mariners. This particular game went to the Cardinals, but the Mariners took the series. The most exciting moment was a walk off home run on Friday night.

And I finally got a picture of the bridge that was and is no longer a bridge.

I don’t get to sleep at work, but others do nap.

We are snug as a bug in a rug in our room as the storm rages outside. Unfortunately we are very close to the venue for the Copa America game between Chile and Columbia. It is halftime and they have delayed the second half while the lightning passes. And now we have no tv signal. I wish I could capture our visuals. Lightning, rain, blowing sheets of water. And we are fully sated after eating as much Chicago deep dish pizza as we could manage.

Carl went to the Cubs day game today. Thankfully it did not rain. But the Cubs lost, again. Lucky us get the Cardinals when we return to Seattle.

I spent my final day at the conference. In sessions till the bitter end.
There was some fun around lunch time during hydrant hysteria. I did take a video of the 1 minute 18.51 second rebuild of the hydrant, but I don’t have my computer and passwords necessary to post that successfully.

And I sort of played hookey for part of the morning when I went to sessions on the Great Lakes.
The first was about microplastics. Bits less than 5 mm. There is a group that uses citizen scientists to help collect samples. Anyone interested?

Next up was a bit about the lack of separation between Lake Michigan and the Mississippi basin.
And the Great Lakes Compact.

And finally, Rapid Water Level Changes. The record low levels in Superior were in the 60s. Highs in the 80s.
In the late 90s El Nino led to persistent low levels (big beaches). Overlake evaporation was the mechanism for water to leave the lake.

In 2012 Superior was at it’s lowest, but the next two years had the biggest surge (delta change), almost 3 feet. This was the cause of our scoured banks and the highly visible Amethyst rock.

And did you know that the peak month for overlake evaporation is December?

Coolest thing I’ve seen so far.

Well, that was yesterday, and it’s still cool.
Today was more sessions, including a talk by Chris Kolb about the Flint water crisis. Turns out he may have had dad as a Spanish teacher in high school, where he was a River Rat.
And this

And that.

And then an invitation to the Sears Willis Tower for more free food and drink with a view.

And one straight down from 102 stories up.

Carl missed this adventure, but got to go to the Cubs game.

And he also got to lunch with Ashlan, who later reported she got the promotion she was in town to interview for.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure I ended a sentence with a preposition, but I’m tired. Good night.

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Before I forget, Happy Fathers Day to any father that happens to read this. As I typed that I thought I was really late, but now I think it was probably yesterday. (Can you call it typing when you are touching letters on a phone? Maybe it is even touch typing.) I have really lost track of time.

Busy last week with two Copa America soccer games. Tuesday’s game was reported on in a previous post. Thursday we saw USA vs Ecuador. It was an exciting game. Perhaps a little too exciting. The US hung on to win 2-1, but it was tense until the end.

Not your traditional soccer game picture, but this truck was parked outside the venue for both games this week.

Friday work was that frenetic and sort of frantic effort that happens when you are going to be gone for almost a week. I did leave around 6 pm, so not too bad.

Of course we then had to pack for an early morning departure. A work mate picked up Carl and me at 5 am, for a 7 am flight. There has been a lot of news about airport wait lines through TSA. Both Carl and I were pre-checked through (luck of the draw) and sailed through. They have a check area now that was only for pre-check folks. It seemed to run much more smoothly being completely separate from the rest of the rif-raf.

The reason for the early flight on a Saturday was a Water Conference in Chicago. Carl tagged along, and he has been having a good time I think.

After the flight to the windy city we taxied to the hotel. Dropped our luggage in the room, and got back into a cab to Union Station. Caught the Metra train to Schaumburg where one of Carl’s childhood friends resides. Only an hour ride. And another friend from Oswego drove in as well. There was food and drink and reminiscing and catching up on the last 20 plus years.

Carl, Rob and John.

Sunday I went to a daylong presentation, Carl walked around the neighborhood. We are close enough to lake Michigan to easily walk, and then go north to museums and other sights.

In the evening we took the L Red line to Addison, the stop for Wrigley Field and the Cubs. Instead of going into the park, however, we went to Wrigley View, one of the rooftop viewing areas. And they had food and drink.

And not a bad view of the game.

The Red Line ride home was noteworthy. Sardines come to mind. I was not able to hold on to anything which made the turns and speed changes really interesting. After a few minutes Carl noticed he was standing next to Ronnie Woo-Woo. Ronnie was around when Carl was a kid. He would choose a player and then call out the players name – woo-woo during an entire at bat. I am not doing justice to the character that he was and apparently still is at 74 years of age.

And the score 10-5 over the Pirates.

Today, apparently Monday, I was at the conference all day and Carl walked again, this time to the Chicago Art Institute. After the day’s activities we headed over to the Field Museum for a party with unlimited food and drink, live music, and a lot of attendees (and exhibits on the first floor). Sponsored by some vendors.

(This is Sue)

I think I am starting to understand why people want to attend these conferences.

Tomorrow I am back in the conference and Carl is hitting the town again. On his agenda is a meet up with Ashlan. She is flying in from New York for the day to meet with some mucky mucks for an interview for a promotion. She’s flying out tomorrow too, but they will try to have a cup of coffee at Potbelly’s Store No. 1.  And then he’s off to another Cubs game. This time with his friend John, inside the stadium.

We are at the Copa America Centenario game for Argentina vs Bolivia. Carl noted the large number of ethnicities and languages being spoken, just by folks walking by our seats.

No English or Russian hooligans so far.

The crowd is very heavily weighted towards Argentina. And more specifically Messi. The jerseys are either Messi or blank.

Game time temperatures are either 70 in the sun or 50 with wind. As the sun sets it will be chilly (not Chile). And of course, Carl is wearing shorts. I have a shirt, fleece vest, sweater and two-layer jacket.

And of course there are the shoes. Lime green, green and orange (1 each), aquamarine and a pair that look for all the world like candy-corn. Carl thinks a chameleon shoe that changes colors throughout the game would be a big seller.

13 minutes in Argentina scores.
14 minutes in Argentina scores again.
The apparent rout is on.
33 minutes goal #3
And the crowd is chanting for Messi to join the game. (Sub in)

Which he did in the second half.
What footwork. A treat to watch one of the best players in the world.

Went to two ballgames this weekend. (Actually 3 since Carl and the Silver Foxes had a game Saturday morning.) And the teams I was rooting for lost all three.

Not the end of the world. Not even close.

Yesterday’s game reminded me that sometimes those sitting around you can make or break how fun your experience is. We go to many, many games, so having one or two games “ruined” a year is not a big deal. But there are those that maybe only go to one game a year, or a decade, and having their experience made less is a big deal. There were four young adults next to us yesterday that were basically obnoxious. I could ignore a lot of what they were doing, but they blocked the view of the younger patrons behind them over and over again. The day was saved by a free bacon-wrapped hot dog. It really was good. Or maybe I was really hungry.

Today’s fans were much better. Although we did have a LIKE show going on behind us. They were continually discussing an upcoming wedding. Which apparently directly involved two of the party. Carl is a counter, and he started counting the “likes” uttered during the conversation. It soon became too much, and he gave up the challenge. Hopefully they are like-minded.

We did not do a full walk to the park today – not enough time in the day.
We did a partial walk through the UW campus to the light rail station.

It is graduation week at the UW, so we were treated to sights of many happy folks.

And a duck crossing (that is set up every year).

The final chore of the day was hauling in the berry bonanza. No pictures today, but it was more than the quart bowl I took would hold.

And while I picked Carl made a new pork recipe he dubbed 5C. Cumin, cinnamon, cloves, coriander and curry.

The coming week should be fun. We have two Copa Americana games this week. Argentina vs. Bolivia, and then USA vs. Ecuador.

Oh and work, to pay for all that fun.