by Pa Rock
Traveling Fool
Rosie and I are on the road today heading to Roeland Park, Kansas, in the Kansas City suburbs to spend three nights with my son, Tim, and his family. Sunday afternoon we will be in the audience at the KC Rep (at the University of Missouri at Kansas City - UMKC) for their annual production of "A Christmas Carol." We have been attending these annual performances since Olive was four - and she is fourteen now. The stage show did not happen in 2020 due to the pandemic, but we have been at every other performance - usually center stage, somewhere in the first two rows.
The KC Rep does a wonderful job with "A Christmas Carol," and each year there are always a few changes in the production to keep it fresh.
This will be my third big out-of-town trip this week. Tuesday I had a doctor's appointment in Springfield - 100 miles from West Plains, at the eye clinic - and hit the Costco while I was in the "Queen City of the Ozarks." Yesterday I drove to the far end of Mountain Home, Arkansas (55 miles from West Plains), for another doctor's appointment, one that was very painful. Hint: the appointment was with a uruologist! I did see a double rainbow while in Mountain Home, but have no idea whether that portends something special or not. There are no doctors waiting for me in Kansas City today, but our drive - one way - is 270 miles.
It's a good time to be on the road because the furnace still has not been fixed. I like road trips, the driving and listening to music help to take my mind off of the vulgarities spewing out of our nation's capital. Sooner or later I will write about Piggy wanting his name on the Kennedy Center, but it will take several more days before I can calm myself enough to tackle that affront to civilization and the arts.
So, for this weekend at least, I will be enjoying Christmas in Merry Old Victorian London. Ebenezer Scrooge had his issues, but he looks like a choir boy compared to our Felon-in-Chief!
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come needs to drop by 1600 Pennsylvania late some evening put on a personalized show for Piggy. Or maybe they could hold it at the Kennedy Center!
1 comment:
I love double rainbows! They portend nothing of supernatural meaning. They require wide areas of sky saturated with water droplets and a certain angle of light. I won't dwell on rainbows except to say that light enters the droplet from just the right angle, refracts as it enters, reflects off of the inside surface of the droplet, and refracts again as it exits the droplet on its way to your eye. Note here that if you and I are standing next to one another and both remark about the beautiful rainbow, we are not looking at the same water droplets because the angles will be different. But a double rainbow! In this case, due to different angles, the light reflects a second time while still inside the droplet. That causes it to reverse the refracted light from red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet to violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red. (Don't bother me with arguing whether indigo exists in refracted light. It will always be Roy G. Biv to me.) Next time you see a single rainbow, notice that the color on the outside edge of the "bow" is red and the inside edge is violet if you can see it. If you're lucky enough to see a double bow which will be on the outside of the primary bow, the light order will be violet on the outside and red on the inside. Nature is much more marvelous as science than mystical awe.
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