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astroaztecFriday had cousins and second cousins and me showing around the 19th C family photos and documents. That was followed by all the kids heading to the lake and into the canoe, rowboat, and raft. Either there's an astounding richness of freshwater bivalves or someone has been dumping their molluscs in the shallows by the dam so that kids can wade and find them. Morris dancing is great for lower body, but not even Longborough can match the upper body workout of rowboat and canoe.
Saturday was off to Tanglewood for the open rehearsal. It was an all Beethoven day. I wish we could have seated all the kids for the entirety of the seventh, but we only heard the first movement clearly in the Shed before taking the crew on to exercise them and see my uncle's name on the seat list outside Ozawa hall (where there was a small closed chamber rehearsal). (Okay, I can still hear the seventh in my head, but that's because it was already there.)
Oh, right. This summer Tanglewood has hosted several events of the Mark Morris Dance group. I will believe that all this web 2.0/semantic web stuff has become something useful when Google understands that Mark Morris Dance has nothing to do with morris dancing.
Then we all trekked to the top of Monument Mountain for a good view of the Berkshires and even across the Hudson Rift to the Catskills. The way back provided yet another pass by the church where the title character of Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant once lived, and one of many passes by a sign that I just had to capture:
Toto, we're definitely not in California anymore.
And we finished the day with more canoe and rowboat workouts.
Sunday started off with a drive to the New York side of the hills for convenience, but also because everyone who visits my uncle must be treated to a view of Catamount where he is an instructor of beginners during the winter season. Then off to Simon's Rock to let all the second cousins play together in the pool, and then back again to kayak and row around the lake and play on the shore. By this time some cousins had left, and the last one arrived.
Yesterday was the journey home, and the weather was doing its best to shut down Newark such that only trans-oceanic and -continental flights were allowed to go there. Given the time our plane was allowed to depart for Newark we had only three minutes to spare as we dashed into the flight back to California. We made it, and the checked baggage did not. Today my dad's cremains will be flying solo across the country, and we'll be awaiting them, the clothing, and everything else.
Saturday was off to Tanglewood for the open rehearsal. It was an all Beethoven day. I wish we could have seated all the kids for the entirety of the seventh, but we only heard the first movement clearly in the Shed before taking the crew on to exercise them and see my uncle's name on the seat list outside Ozawa hall (where there was a small closed chamber rehearsal). (Okay, I can still hear the seventh in my head, but that's because it was already there.)
Oh, right. This summer Tanglewood has hosted several events of the Mark Morris Dance group. I will believe that all this web 2.0/semantic web stuff has become something useful when Google understands that Mark Morris Dance has nothing to do with morris dancing.
Then we all trekked to the top of Monument Mountain for a good view of the Berkshires and even across the Hudson Rift to the Catskills. The way back provided yet another pass by the church where the title character of Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant once lived, and one of many passes by a sign that I just had to capture:
Toto, we're definitely not in California anymore.
And we finished the day with more canoe and rowboat workouts.
Sunday started off with a drive to the New York side of the hills for convenience, but also because everyone who visits my uncle must be treated to a view of Catamount where he is an instructor of beginners during the winter season. Then off to Simon's Rock to let all the second cousins play together in the pool, and then back again to kayak and row around the lake and play on the shore. By this time some cousins had left, and the last one arrived.
Yesterday was the journey home, and the weather was doing its best to shut down Newark such that only trans-oceanic and -continental flights were allowed to go there. Given the time our plane was allowed to depart for Newark we had only three minutes to spare as we dashed into the flight back to California. We made it, and the checked baggage did not. Today my dad's cremains will be flying solo across the country, and we'll be awaiting them, the clothing, and everything else.
