English friends K & K arrived Saturday night for a quick visit on their whirlwind trip through the western United States. They loved Death Valley so much they stayed an extra day – so we only got them for two nights. Ah well. This is their second trip to America, and they are smitten. We will see them again.
I, unlike the British, am wide awake.
Drinking strong tea at five p.m. was civilized and lovely, but … hi. It’s after eleven now, and I’m nowhere near sleep.
So let’s talk about BAM!
In case you didn’t see my last entry, I’m running a contest during the month of May that should occasionally take you away from your laptop or computer. Gasp! For details, here’s the entry: BAM.
We talked about ART last time, so now let’s cover OUTINGS and PEOPLE.
I don’t know about you, but I get in ruts.
Do you know I haven’t been to the Portland Art Museum in over ten years? I’ve somehow managed to find time to go to Sock Dreams, but the last time I went to the art museum, it was to see the visiting Chinese soldiers exhibit. And (sheepish) I’ve never actually gone just to see the the permanent collection. I’m embarrassed.
So I’m going to go see the current exhibit, French Painting in the Age of Madame de Pompadour. I can’t wait! I may even check out the permanent collection. :-)
You don’t have to go someplace on your outing that requires an admission price.
Look for a Little League game in your neighborhood. They’re so fun, and they offer such great people-watching opportunities (always a bonus for writers).
Notice how the each kid has his own ritual when he comes up to bat. One might swing his bat around in a circle exactly three times before settling into his stance. Another might plant his feet firmly, then rock back and forth on his hips while he waits for the pitch. Another takes his place in the box, lifting right foot-left foot, right foot-left foot, right foot-left foot before going still to wait for the pitch.
Now watch the pitcher. If he has a bad inning, you might see him walk stoically off the field, then bend over his gear bag to get his batting helmet, tears wetting his cheeks, before he brushes them away and joins his teammates.
And the dads!
I guarantee you there will be at least father who has too much at stake in his kid’s game. He won’t be able to keep from rolling his eyes or clenching his fists when his kid strikes out. Or he will feel compelled to shout something instructional to his kid after a ball gets by him in the field.
There are plenty of options out there for FREE excursions. Explore! Let me know what you find.
Okay, third category: PEOPLE.
For heaven’s sake, why people?
I don’t think I need to explain the importance of people in real life.
If you’re lucky enough to still have your grandparents, take a few minutes to write them a letter. Or an email, if they’re hip to that! If they live nearby, stop by to see them.
All of my grandparents are gone, but I miss my neighbor, who moved to a nursing home before winter.
I’m going to call her, and see if she wants to come for a visit.
P.S. No one guessed my mis-quoted song in the previous BAM title. It was LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out," a great song that was given new life in Robin Benway's AUDREY, WAIT!