http://boulevarddrivein.com/index.php/news/kcstar/96-wes50
How wonderful to find a tradition alive and thriving! I can't wait to go to a movie.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Cool things about Kansas City
There's a lot of cool things, and I intend to tell all about them, but this just came across my radar:
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Week 1
It's been a week since I arrived in Overland Park, KS, a suburb of Kansas City 5 blocks from where Mark lived as a boy. Mark has been here two weeks and in this time we have made good headway in the daunting task of painting the complete interior of the house–3 rooms and a hallway, 3 rooms and a bathroom to go–and arranging and rearranging ourselves around the heap of boxes.
Sabine, our loved, and very patient cat, ventured into the yard today, ate some grass, and rolled around contentedly on the deck. We would do the same if our bodies could move freely. No amount of Pilates or Yoga can prepare you for the weird angles and contortions painting puts your body through. (Not that either of us have been practicing in awhile, but we have aspirations!)
Kenny, Mark's nephew, has been kind to lend us a hand as has David, a grand-nephew. We live next door to Mark's brother and family which is the best ever, an instant community!
The weather has been so very cooperative. I arrived on the heels of a major lightning storm that turned into a monsoon followed by hot & humid days, leading into more rain, then perfect temperatures with breezes (once in a while). I love stepping out into the balmy night air.
There's so much to share; the trees in the back yard–all full grown Black Walnut & Elms–provide a beautiful shady retreat for birds, squirrels, cottontail bunnies and the deafening Cicadas. One of the things I did not anticipate and will most likely never get used to is the constant screech of the Cicadas. Oh, and then there's the endless, endless array of spiders and ants. It's like discovering nature all over again, and this ain't the country, but it is when you just arrived from LA....
Sabine, our loved, and very patient cat, ventured into the yard today, ate some grass, and rolled around contentedly on the deck. We would do the same if our bodies could move freely. No amount of Pilates or Yoga can prepare you for the weird angles and contortions painting puts your body through. (Not that either of us have been practicing in awhile, but we have aspirations!)
Kenny, Mark's nephew, has been kind to lend us a hand as has David, a grand-nephew. We live next door to Mark's brother and family which is the best ever, an instant community!
The weather has been so very cooperative. I arrived on the heels of a major lightning storm that turned into a monsoon followed by hot & humid days, leading into more rain, then perfect temperatures with breezes (once in a while). I love stepping out into the balmy night air.
There's so much to share; the trees in the back yard–all full grown Black Walnut & Elms–provide a beautiful shady retreat for birds, squirrels, cottontail bunnies and the deafening Cicadas. One of the things I did not anticipate and will most likely never get used to is the constant screech of the Cicadas. Oh, and then there's the endless, endless array of spiders and ants. It's like discovering nature all over again, and this ain't the country, but it is when you just arrived from LA....
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