Friday morning I worked & had a meeting with my boss. Was reasonably happy with what I accomplished, but have tons more I want done ASAP.
Friday afternoon mom and I drove out to
Schnals Valley. When I went there at the beginning of Sept for the Textile Forum it took 4 hours on train + 30 more minutes in a car. In a rental car it takes only 4 hours to get all the way into the valley, including a couple of longish stops at a rest area. We arrived at the
Archeoparc about 18:15 and met my friend, who is the director of the parc. We enjoyed a drink with her (she and mom had wine, I had water, of course) and made plans to meet the next night for dinner. She was kind enough to tell the hostess at the
Pension we were staying at not to expect us for dinner on Saturday as we had other plans (the family speaks German and some Italian).
Saturday morning I walked up the valley while mom enjoyed visiting the Archeoparc and learning about
Otzi and the world in which he lived. (Having spent a week at that park last month, I didn't need to look at the displays again so soon.) I walked all the way to the top end of the road, where there is a ski resort and cable car to the top of one of the ridges, stopping often to take photos of rocks (which I still need to get off of the camera). The plan had been for mom to stay at the parc till 12:30, and then drive up and meet me, but she miss-read her watch and left early, arriving at the parking lot at pretty much exactly the same time I reached the ski resort and started walking towards the large "WC" sign. She saw me, and thought that it was a good destination, so met me there. I decided not to take the cable car up, since the ridge-top was hidden in a cloud, and instead she and I went to one of the restaurants for lunch. (yum, dumplings!)
After that we returned to the room, where I had a quick nap and a shower before we went down the valley into the main valley below and looked around a bit before meeting my friend for dinner. She took us to a delightful restaurant at a ridge-top farm, where they serve traditional South Tyrolean food. I enjoyed the pumpkin ravioli with SnowMilk for desert. It is every bit as yummy as I remember from when I was last in that area, and I still really want the recipie (it involves bread, apples, raisins, and pine nuts, buried in cream & cinnamon). It was a wonderful evening, with good food and good company. After dinner I let the two of them argue about who would pay, and was unsurprised when mom won after using the line "that is what mothers are for, and since yours isn't here...". (Mom had warned me she intended to pay, so I just kept out of the way when the subject came up, I know better than to argue with her on that topic!)
Alas, on the drive back up the valley after dinner I started sniffling. Mom had come down with a case of the sniffles right after she arrived (probably caught them on the flight), and was doing mostly better by the weekend. I don't tend to get sick often (caught two colds in 2009, both mostly better within 24 hours, and this is my first for this year that I could find mention of in LJ under the "health" tag, and I tend to mention such things), but did get these sniffles. They bothered me Saturday night, and were sort of annoying on Sunday, but didn't slow me down any, and by today I was mostly feeling fine again.
Sunday morning I loaded up the car and then I started walking along the road back down the valley. Mom read her book for half an hour and then followed me, reaching me just as I reached a clump of houses with a side-road she could turn into to pick me up without blocking traffic. I love our timing. We went from there to the city of Bolanzo, where we found the Archaeological museum (and also saw a marathon in progress). It was interesting to compare their museum with the Archeoparc. They have the Iceman himself on display through a small window into his chilled room (don't want him to thaw after all these years!) and his actual artifacts. But the Archeoparc has its replicas out on display for people to touch, which is nice. Mom thought the Archeoparc was much better. I largely agree, but I did like the fact that the city museum also had floors for the Bronze Age, Roman Age, and Middle Ages.
After that we largely drove straight back to Milan, with just a couple of stops at rest areas. We got home early enough to cook her a meal (I'd been nibbling all day, as I do--I had leftover restaurant food, of course, plus the things I'd brought for the trip, so I didn't need to eat again) before returning the car. She decided to come with me, so that I'd not have to learn the car in city traffic (we'd paid for the right for either of us to drive, but she did all the driving). I'm glad she came along, as the company was nice. When we reached the airport the rental agency was shut, with a sign saying "back soon" (in English!). So we waited. After 10 full minutes we called the phone number which was also on the sign, and the lady said she'd be back in two minutes (she was). Once the paperwork was complete we hopped onto the city bus to head back into town.
Normally when I return home from Linate airport I take the bus from the airport, and get off when it passes the point directly south of my apartment, then take the 20 minute walk north to get home. However, mom has some issues with her back that makes it less than pleasant for her to walk these days, so we decided to take two buses to get home. Alas, when trying to figure out were to exit the first bus so as to catch the next I forgot that bus 93 runs along the road next to my house for only part of the distance south--it then takes a jog over to the next major north-south road, and intersects the east-west road upon which the airport bus runs a couple of blocks from were we got off the bus. Oops. So we walked north the two blocks to get to the bus stop and mom sat down on the bench and we waited. And Waited. And Waited. The paper schedule said that the next bus was expected at 21:13 (we arrived at the stop at 21:05). Every so often the computer which normally announces how many minutes till the next bus would actually do so, but it went from "8 min" to saying nothing for several minutes to saying "7 min" to saying nothing to saying "8 min", and so on, sometimes going to a smaller number, sometimes not, and large chunks of time saying nothing at all (this is not typical behavior for Milanese bus stop computers). We watched three different buses going the other direction on that street pass before ours finally arrived, fully 40 minutes after we arrived at the stop, to carry us the rest of the way home. Even taking a slow pace we could have been home faster had we walked. Pity that wasn't an option. You can bet that I will remember to stay on the first bus all the way to where it intersects with the second when we return from Finland next week--not only because then she won't have to do the two block walk with luggage, but that street actually has three different buses going down it that all head close to my house, so we will have a choice, and not have to wait for one three times longer than the schedule says it should take.
Today I accomplished some work and yet another job application, had a nap, cooked a yummy soup, hung out a bit with mom, and have some energy left to do a bit more work before heading home tonight to do yoga and get some sleep. I missed my internet connection this weekend, but that was all I missed. I loved being in a beautiful mountain valley--I could so live there. Funny how the outer edge of the southern Alps doesn't really appeal to me, but that valley is far enough into the range that it is on the far side of some sort of climatic border--the vegetation there is a rich-dark green that is ever so much nicer than the brownish green of the plants on the southern most ridges of the range. The rocks there are also much nicer--a pretty metamorphic schist, while the outer edge of the Alps is sedimentary. I really do need to figure out how to arrange my life so that I get to either live in, or spend lots of time in, such a mountain valley.
During the next week or so I need to:
* finish processing all of the data from the last microprobe session & make lots of diagrams
* learn how to create "AFM" diagrams in Perple_X and compare the predicted and experimental results in that format
* finish finding papers that talk about talc & garnet in natural rocks and extract the compositional data to compare with my experiments
* weld shut another capsule for my next experiment (tried one today, but managed to split the weld at the last moment)
* fly to Finland on Friday and meet family, descended from my Great-grandfather's youngest brother
* replace my ailing computer with one that can handle changes in the building electricity circuits