Couldn’t resist a slow-shutter shot at Chicago O’Hare ORD on my way to board a 13-hour United flight to Tokyo Haneda HND. I’ll be in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon: the machinery of travel never ceases to be an adventure.
Category: Living
A fork in the road, the journey continues
All packed for a quick getaway tomorrow. Today I was taken off the clinical trial because it’s no longer working for me. My oncologist strongly encouraged me to go ahead with my trip: another scan and options await my return. I’ll be bearing Japanese Kit Kats from a cluttered Donki for the care team.
Internet micro-influencer for a day
Helped a neighbor install the Airalo app and an eSIM for their Portugal trip. The $16 total was much better than Verizon’s $12/day international roaming. The price included a $3 discount with my code TOM7929 (feel free to use it, I get a kick-back). While I was there I helped resolve other techie issues: cheekily, Dwight called me the Florence Nightingale of Electronica.
Saturday afternoon chamber music with members of the Minnesota Orchestra
Lively works by Stravinsky and Dvořák, and a piece for four violas (unusual) by York Bowen–a British composer I wasn’t familiar with.
Japan trip currency (starter set)
Assembled currency for my upcoming trip. My phone is reading the remaining balance on my Suica card, I use for local transit. That’s Hideyo Noguchi, a bacteriologist who researched rabies, polio, and syphilis, on the ¥1,000 note. Natsu Higuchi, Japan’s first prominent female writer, is on the ¥5,000 note. The nonsense in Washington this week is weakening the dollar, increasing the cost of my trip.
Filling time between scans
To fill time between body scans at the U, I peeked into “221B Baker Street” (the U has the world’s largest collection of Sherlock Holmes artifacts), explored an exhibit on Minnesota women architects, and enjoyed uplifting piano-playing at Coffman Union. Earlier, while waiting for my first scan, a pianist played funereal hymns, including “Abide with Me.”
An evening of received pronunciation at the Guthrie
Walked over to the Guthrie to see The Mousetrap, a play that’s inexplicably been running in London since 1952 (my mum fell asleep during it 70-odd years ago). I asked Dwight to have an elbow ready to prevent me from continuing the family tradition. By the intermission, he was ready to doze off but he had deduced the identity of the murderer. In keeping with the play’s tradition, we were asked to maintain the secret.
Rendezvous at Minnehaha Falls
Met a friend at Minnehaha Falls then caught up over coffee and fine pastries at nearby Cafe Ceres.
Walking into a peaceful place
Snow-covered tables were waiting for warmer weather as I walked into Northrop Auditorium for a cuppa. While I sipped, I was struck by the hushed atmosphere in the crowded cafe where U of M students were hunched over their study materials. Occasionally, there were quiet murmurs between study partners. No one was talking on their cell phone.
A day to hunker down
Earlier rain has given way to a gentle dusting of snow, making it a perfect day to stay in and plan upcoming travels.