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Christmas dinner included ham, i.e. Southern style, at my Lake Place with m'boy and Mom. (She did the cooking.) Afterwards a walk around Green Lake in the sun. When you walk three miles, you're three time zones west of home, and you're three quarters of a century old, you may be excused for falling asleep three hours before everyone else does.
Today: the Seattle Art Museum for the (mainly pre-Columbian) Peruvian art exhibit. Yes, it's lovely, stunningly crafted, and occasionally sexually explicit, but what really got to me was the number of indigenous civilizations that have risen and fallen in Peru in the last 3000 years, sometimes mysteriously. Sure, the Inca conquered the Chimú et al., but it looks as if the Mochica and the Wari, who preceded both of them, succumbed to climate change and a resulting collapse of the social order. That's something to think about as you gawk at 1500-year-old pornographic ceramics.
Yours truly got a wild hair and we three went to Red Mill for burgers because my son loves them even more than I do. So there we were, carless and busless, at the top of Phinney Ridge, while my place is at the bottom. That means a ten-block walk, which is no biggie for my son & me - his whining notwithstanding - but m'boy & I had to hold onto Mom to keep her from barreling down 70th St. I thought we could relax once we got to level-ish ground, but neau: poor Mom tripped on a sidewalk joint. I got a piece of her, but I couldn't break her fall. Luckily, she's ambulatory. For now.
Today: the Seattle Art Museum for the (mainly pre-Columbian) Peruvian art exhibit. Yes, it's lovely, stunningly crafted, and occasionally sexually explicit, but what really got to me was the number of indigenous civilizations that have risen and fallen in Peru in the last 3000 years, sometimes mysteriously. Sure, the Inca conquered the Chimú et al., but it looks as if the Mochica and the Wari, who preceded both of them, succumbed to climate change and a resulting collapse of the social order. That's something to think about as you gawk at 1500-year-old pornographic ceramics.
Yours truly got a wild hair and we three went to Red Mill for burgers because my son loves them even more than I do. So there we were, carless and busless, at the top of Phinney Ridge, while my place is at the bottom. That means a ten-block walk, which is no biggie for my son & me - his whining notwithstanding - but m'boy & I had to hold onto Mom to keep her from barreling down 70th St. I thought we could relax once we got to level-ish ground, but neau: poor Mom tripped on a sidewalk joint. I got a piece of her, but I couldn't break her fall. Luckily, she's ambulatory. For now.
