And my, is she pleased.
She was the cuddliest last night, sleeping in my arms like a little furry baby.
Everything is mellow in the garden- it’s hot, and the pool is swimmy. I’m catching up on mountains of work, email, photography, shipping, and dealing with other people’s pointless dramas, but other than that, I’m relaxing, resting, emailing. Happy.
Bill and I had a wonderful time, and this was kind of a big trip, because it was the first time we left the boys on their own and left the state. Of course we still had someone stopping by, and we were in touch with them, but still. First time. Considering the import of the moment, we were pretty relaxed. Here are some photos from the LA portion of our revels.
The last time I saw our friend Steve’s 1960s Impala, it looked a little fresher, but admittedly I hadn’t been to their house for twenty years. Shocking. But that is how long I’ve been on childcare- when LA science meetings come around on the banjo, Bill is the one who goes, of course. This trip brought back old times, of us being able to travel together.
The great part about this particular Impala is that it purrs like a dream- he drives it weekly and humorously his front seat has a little pile of notes people have left under his wipers… “Call me if you want to sell your car!” I used to get those too, when I drove a ’66 Mustang, all original.
I love their garden, and their black-finished plaster in their pool. I’d love to do my pool that way, but that only works if you live in a cooler climate (like LA) or the pool has enough shade in summer to not turn into a bathtub.
Canter’s on Fairfax got a lot of Bill’s business back in the day when he was a grad student at Cal Tech, staying up until all hours. Old School indeed.
Our drive down from the Hollywood Hills to the airport was exciting, perhaps overly so (we got caught in a construction zone) but my favorite parts were the canyon views driving down.
Well. MUCH to do here, including writing up my notes of my interview with Andy. This was a typical moment; after objecting strenuously (but good-naturedly) to my usage of words like “system” or “framework”, he leapt up and hunted for the correct Feynman rant about determinism. He needn’t have worried, though, I don’t believe our moves are pre-destined, or written in the stars. Not really.
He couldn’t find it (it’s probably in Volume 3, which I think is Quantum Mechanics) but he will.
God, I love Andy. Everyone does.
I will leave you with a shot of an unlikely Prisoner of Love, in the old Sierra Madre jail (our chosen hotel),
and one of me holding the astonishing boot of the Largest Zeitzew Ever/So Far. Bear in mind that I am 5′ 10″, when you evaluate this for scale.
I love you. Good luck with your day.