Musings

We reached our GPS endpoint

We made it! We found daffies looking at the lake…

…and ramps and fiddleheads in the woods…

…along with the earliest trilliums…. All a wonderful balm for my soul.

I tried for an artsy shot of the cabin-to-lake view, and flubbed. You can see the rain barrel is not yet in position, and there are many untackled chores you can’t see (thankfully), many of which eventually got eliminated from the to-do list. We are so happy to be here and the sun warmed the front porch enough that we sat there between waves of chore-ing and to dine tonight, just soaking in the bird calls and the aura of agreeableness.

Progress

Bug pile, east Defiance, Ohio.

Construction crew, southwest Archbold, Ohio.

Train, west Archbold, Ohio.

The Bridge, Straits of Mackinac.

Lake Huron, view east from St. Ignace.

Nay and yay (ish)

If you know this statue, you know two things. One is that the accompanying golden mare has been missing for several years; there’s no information about what happened. The other is that the golden foal is at the entering-Kentucky-northbound-on-I-75 rest area. Yes, we are northbound!

Afternoooooon deeeelite

We don’t while away the afternoon chatting with friends over coffee sitting under an oak tree and enjoying a breeze often enough.

Close eyes, inhale

They’re fading, but the scent is perhaps stronger than it’s been.

Fund raising

I took the coffee grounds out to the compost early this evening, and could hear music in four different directions. It seems the civic association is scoring big (they organize PorchFest).

Rock on

It’s PorchFest in our neighborhood this weekend. When I went on a quick errand, I could see terlets and supplies and road blocks and stages and golf carts here and there. Rah! Wait, I don’t remember seeing garbage cans…must be they’re on the late delivery list.

Cause ‘n’ effect

Today, I learned that along the eastern flank of the eastern Carpathians are an arc of salt springs. I was looking at ones near Hoisești and Negritești. Both have nearby Chalcolithic and Bronze Age settlements, which, of course, is why I found out about the saline seeps.

Latest dismissed theory

A couple of weeks back, I came up with an idea for an index to describe the intensity of my activity/projects/that kind of undertaking. Back then I was doing mattock work, and my watch periodically would offer to call emergency assistance. So, my index idea would be the number of times it did that. I guess it would be slightly better if that count was set against the time involved.

The most intense project was a six—six offers to call for help because I had fallen (so my watch assumed—it was really mattock-thunks that set it off).

Lately, I’ve been doing pressure-washing. No offers to call for help. Therefore, these days have been zeros, one after the other. Comparing zeros isn’t terribly illuminating, so, pfft, the index is now in the dustbin of history.

Being civil

This morning’s most important errand: early in-person voting (primary). I had a hard time getting even basic information about down-ballot candidates, but managed to make sufficiently informed decisions (pretty sure).