Perhaps Ballet Isn’t In The Blood – October 6th, 2005

Another bad night.

I just rested in the morning, until shortly before noon when we went to Costco for provisions. My father-in-law drove and I think he gave Irene grey hairs. There’s something about that trip to Costco that really seems to bring out the scarey driving in him. I remember that from last trip too.

I can’t blame it all on him, the system on on and off ramps for the double decker freeways are not very logical. As best I can tell, there are three distinct roads under each freeway. One on either side of the support pillars, sometimes those are two-way roads, and then another road in between the support pillars. The in-between road can be one of two direction traffic and also serves as the on-ramps to the first level freeway. I never did figure out how to get to the second level freeway.

Sometimes the inner lane is travelling against you and you need to get on one side or the other and drive along the freeway a ways before the middle lane becomes two way and then weave in. None of it seems to be marked and the cars just sort of improvise as they try to figure out which lane they need to be in.

I’m quite sure we travelled double the distance needed to arrive at Costco.

Costco Taiwan doesn’t have kosher all-beef hot dogs anymore, instead they have all-pork hot dogs, which still tasted pretty good for lunch.

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We took Michelle to her next class in the afternoon. This class was ballet. She was really looking forward to going, but when we arrived, she wanted to spend her time playing in the general play room.

After they gave her ballet dress to put on she tried for a little while, but whenever we’d turn our backs, she’d leave class and head for the playroom. She won’t be attending any more of the ballet classes; hopefully this won’t be a trend for the other classes, too.

For dinner we met up with Irene’s friends Nora and Judy. Judy just got married last week, and she had already seen Irene on this trip, but they were more interested in seeing the kids. We met up at Romano’s Macaroni Grill, which I particularly like and had a good dinner. Michelle got tired and so I took her home early, leaving the women and James out for a while longer.