Sunday, Back in Seattle
Sunday, April 23 2006
Seattle, WA
24:32
Back home safe and sound. Arrived home around 11:30 yesterday. Taxi ride home was uneventful, other than having to tell him exactly where to go at every turn. $35 including tip. Showered, unpacked, started some laundry. Checked personal email. Grabbed a sandwich for breakfast/lunch. Lay down for a quick nap at 2 PM, woke up at 9. OK. A small dinner and some TV. Transferred pictures from camera to computer, then online. To bed around 2?
Up today at 1 PM. OK, I should be all caught up on sleep now. Drove up to Than Bros. for some pho breakfast/lunch. The weather was gorgeous – may have hit 70 today (it was cold yesterday). Drove down to Alki – was thinking of walking around, but there was nowhere to park. The drive took forever anyway, as the place was packed, so I got to take in the scenery just fine. Spent the next couple hours cleaning out the store room, so the water heater can be replaced on Tuesday. Mostly this involved flattening and recycling cardboard boxes – old ones I'd kept in case I needed to ship whatever came in them, but never did. A few heavy boxes (magazines, china) got pushed into other rooms for the time being. Spent some time going through work email – of the 850 waiting, about half were spam or otherwise easily delete-able. Read the rest and have only a few to follow-up on now. Played bass for a bit. Played the Ovation too – still buzzing at the first fret, shouldn't affect anything in tomorrow's performance though. It didn't feel like I'd spent the last two wakes playing much more than usual, I actually struggled to play it. Ugh. Well, we'll see.
Took an hour or so typing in some of the hand-written journal entries – about a third of the way done.
Backtracking – last handwritten journal is at the Santiago airport, so – uneventful flight to Dallas. Thankfully, got some sleep. The guy in the seat next to me was very small so (despite the woman in front of me putting the seat back), I had some room. Got off the plane in Dallas – Curt was nowhere to be found, presumably he was booking it to his connection (I moved to a flight an hour later, the SCL clerk was very helpful (I mean that in a good way) and took care of that). PaulM was in the same throng of people moving through customs as me. No problems there (didn't expect any – though, Paul, after getting OK'd by customs said loudly, "well, that was easy!" which made me twitch. At the Mendoza airport, he said at one point, "If I was going to smuggle a bomb on to an airplane, I wouldn't put it in a $2000 computer". It took some control not to slap him.) The guitar didn't seem to suffer any injury, so re-checked the bags with no problem. Then back through security – this time, got "air puffed" – you step into a little box, it says "air puffers on" and goes "pfft pfft pfft" at your sides, then you wait (with one of the TSA guys in front looking at some things very intently), then the doors open and you walk out. Took the little train to my connection gate, had about 15 minutes there before boarding began. Got an exit row seat on the 757 to Seattle, though as the plane was only about 1/4 full any row would have been fine. So comfort was not an issue, but the flight seemed long – kind of slept, read a little, by this time my eyes had really had it. This flight (3 hours 45 minutes) seemed almost as long as the 10-hour flight up from Santiago. Didn't have to wait too long for my baggage, the guitar was in the same condition it was on departure. Went out and grabbed a taxi.
car/home music: Gtrrstrrfe (or something like that); Zum - Angel Suite; Berlin Guitar Ensemble CD
Seattle, WA
24:32
Back home safe and sound. Arrived home around 11:30 yesterday. Taxi ride home was uneventful, other than having to tell him exactly where to go at every turn. $35 including tip. Showered, unpacked, started some laundry. Checked personal email. Grabbed a sandwich for breakfast/lunch. Lay down for a quick nap at 2 PM, woke up at 9. OK. A small dinner and some TV. Transferred pictures from camera to computer, then online. To bed around 2?
Up today at 1 PM. OK, I should be all caught up on sleep now. Drove up to Than Bros. for some pho breakfast/lunch. The weather was gorgeous – may have hit 70 today (it was cold yesterday). Drove down to Alki – was thinking of walking around, but there was nowhere to park. The drive took forever anyway, as the place was packed, so I got to take in the scenery just fine. Spent the next couple hours cleaning out the store room, so the water heater can be replaced on Tuesday. Mostly this involved flattening and recycling cardboard boxes – old ones I'd kept in case I needed to ship whatever came in them, but never did. A few heavy boxes (magazines, china) got pushed into other rooms for the time being. Spent some time going through work email – of the 850 waiting, about half were spam or otherwise easily delete-able. Read the rest and have only a few to follow-up on now. Played bass for a bit. Played the Ovation too – still buzzing at the first fret, shouldn't affect anything in tomorrow's performance though. It didn't feel like I'd spent the last two wakes playing much more than usual, I actually struggled to play it. Ugh. Well, we'll see.
Took an hour or so typing in some of the hand-written journal entries – about a third of the way done.
Backtracking – last handwritten journal is at the Santiago airport, so – uneventful flight to Dallas. Thankfully, got some sleep. The guy in the seat next to me was very small so (despite the woman in front of me putting the seat back), I had some room. Got off the plane in Dallas – Curt was nowhere to be found, presumably he was booking it to his connection (I moved to a flight an hour later, the SCL clerk was very helpful (I mean that in a good way) and took care of that). PaulM was in the same throng of people moving through customs as me. No problems there (didn't expect any – though, Paul, after getting OK'd by customs said loudly, "well, that was easy!" which made me twitch. At the Mendoza airport, he said at one point, "If I was going to smuggle a bomb on to an airplane, I wouldn't put it in a $2000 computer". It took some control not to slap him.) The guitar didn't seem to suffer any injury, so re-checked the bags with no problem. Then back through security – this time, got "air puffed" – you step into a little box, it says "air puffers on" and goes "pfft pfft pfft" at your sides, then you wait (with one of the TSA guys in front looking at some things very intently), then the doors open and you walk out. Took the little train to my connection gate, had about 15 minutes there before boarding began. Got an exit row seat on the 757 to Seattle, though as the plane was only about 1/4 full any row would have been fine. So comfort was not an issue, but the flight seemed long – kind of slept, read a little, by this time my eyes had really had it. This flight (3 hours 45 minutes) seemed almost as long as the 10-hour flight up from Santiago. Didn't have to wait too long for my baggage, the guitar was in the same condition it was on departure. Went out and grabbed a taxi.
car/home music: Gtrrstrrfe (or something like that); Zum - Angel Suite; Berlin Guitar Ensemble CD
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