Sheesh
Saturday, 6 December 2025
Fast and _what_?
This was a manufacturer display we saw at a Meijer. This misspelling was on two of the four shelves.
Musings
Midwest day
Friday, 5 December 2025
Northern Ohio is criss-crossed (sorta; more east-west than other directions) by train trax. Here’s a parallel pair.
You may not know the Maumee, but it’s a major river in NE Ohio. Note the geese STANDING on the ice on the river.
We stopped for lunch at a…unique…luncheree, shall we say, although we ate inside where it was not quite freezing, and not at this table.
We ate this evening near this cider mill that I visited every fall when I was a kid and into my teens. I think in those days the only building was the part on the right. Inside, it reeked of fresh apple juice, and I thought the smell emanated from the beams and walls, and not just the mill, because the odor was so intense. On warm days, I remember worrying about the buzzing hornets/yellow jackets/whatever attracted by the apple-sugar.
Holiday transition
Monday, 1 December 2025
I drove about a mile to book club this evening, and discovered that many houses now have lights up. Our hostess had a large assortment of holiday art on display.
Fragmented realities
Saturday, 29 November 2025
Out on my walk, I found this seasonal cross-dressing yard decoration on a mossy hand-made bird-bath.
Later, we peeked in on the primo footsball game of the day if you’re from the states of Michigan and Ohio, and gee, look what MaNachur added to the scene. I liked the little marks (at this scale) that the players’ feet left, varying from clustered to dispersed. We even saw that the Ohio State mascot scripted out “Ohio” complete with i-dot, just as the marching band does it, by shuffling his feet in the snow; furthermore, he ex-ed out the Michigan M painted on the sideline or endzone…I wasn’t clear where it was. You can tell I wasn’t watching the plays.
Two-act play
Wednesday, 19 November 2025
Act One: young man photographing young woman. Aww.
A half-hour later…unexpected Act Two: switcheroo!—young woman photographing young man, with considerably more posing instruction.
And a mystery man at the tripod. BTW, what’s the tripod for in this play? And that second man? Or maybe there’re plans for a movie, too? Questions abound.
Note that although there are many ginkgo leaves on the ground, there are even more on the trees.
Vegetation signals
Friday, 14 November 2025
We uncharacteristically ventured out this evening and took in a friend’s opening. We thought this flower arrangement was appropriate for paintings categorized as surrealism.
On the way home, I snapped this, proof that the pair of ginkgos up the street still have most of their leaves.
Stylin’
Thursday, 6 November 2025
As near as I can tell, the suitcase is more-or-less permanantly installed on that rack.
All about timing
Sunday, 2 November 2025
I’m all goofed up by the time change. I reset three clocks that are manual; more await, including in both vehicles.
Today was not this sunny.
Jus’ sayin’
Saturday, 1 November 2025
All of us who cycled through schoolyards when we were, say, six years old, learned that anyone who offered a deal that went like: if you do what I want first, afterward I’ll do what you want…would not follow through on the second part. Guaranteed. N-e-v-e-r happened.