Musings

We hit the road today and got out of the big city. Somewhere along Frost Bottom Road (if I recall correctly), we found a goat. Welcome to the country, where most veggie gardens featured maize, tomatoes, pole beans, and okra. None of that froufrou broccoli or endive.

At a rest area—guess which state—we found gold Equidae statues, including this alert, cute colt.

Finally, the sky cleared and we found the clouds stunning. The sunset sky included orange, pinks, lilac, and purple, yet was not at all garish.

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I thought I might write about This Thing. But it seemed Way Too serious, so I considered This Other Thing.

Same problem.

So, here’s some color instead. It seems very upbeat and positive.

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Don’t these mushrooms look a bit like pale beige turtles? 🐢

Here’s why I was thinking about turtle shapes. It’s from Peter Hessler’s “Learning to ski in a country of beginners,” in the 21 June issue of The New Yorker. The Country referred to is China. Present-day China.

Many beginners wore accessories known as huju: protective gear. Huju consists of three large stuffed animals that can be strapped onto the knees and the backside, in order to cushion a fall. The most common huju comes in the form of green turtles, but there are also brown bears, pink pigs, and yellow SpongeBob SquarePants. There doesn’t seem to be any social stigma attached to wearing these things, which are common at ski resorts across China. At Wanlong, it wasn’t unusual to see a hip-looking snowboarder in his twenties, dressed in fashionable ski clothes, with a huge turtle on his butt.

What kind of huju is your favorite…for skiing or whatever else? Is it plush? 🐢

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Art? Material culture? Sly reflection on plastic in our modern world? Celebration of pinkness?

This one’s easier; it’s gems decorating hardscaping…the intent is pretty-fication. Aesthetics.

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Most saturated hydrangea. Ever.

Whatta neighborhood! We have a Beer Car. 😎

Alterations along the BeltLine. Looks like an elongated pond. We’ll see if it stays that way.

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I think I could easily outline three different stories that include this scenario. Details: chair is not lashed to the vehicle, and the yard has no similar chairs.

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I know it’s obvious that a walk in an urban neighborhood is a different experience than a walk in a rural place.

I’m pretty sure this is evidence of a movie/TV shoot being broken down. Takes many, many cables for the many lights and cameras. I saw at six guys doing the breakdown, making these careful coils of cables. Also, about seven houses facing this park had bunting and lawn decorations, plus “homemade” signs about never forgetting 9/11. I’ve never seen such decorations in real life.

And a pretty. With a typical surprise insect.

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It’s always tough to leave the Upper Peninsula. Sightings of two rainbows over green, green farmland tempers the sadness, however.

Mass upgrades underway here at our overnight stop. I heard meowing as I approached the sinks. Pretty sure it wasn’t the vanities complaining about being displaced.

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First drama was a population explosion, overnight mind you, of tiny gnats…which meant the spiders got busy, and the porch was decorated with web-caught and un-caught gnats.

Second drama was a lowering sky to the southwest…which meant it slid past us to the south, but it wasn’t clear whether it would follow that usual pattern or not for quite a while. As I was out walking.

The third dramatic event was that we attended a live music event! Meet AnnMarie Rowland, singer, song-writer, story-teller, and writing teacher. Covid struck and separated the Michigan native from her love, a Canadian. Now, all is well. She got a special exemption to travel to Ontario late last summer, and they got married, and now she can easily border-cross. As she said, “Sixty years old, and I HAD to get married!”

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We did get rain during our small dinner party on the “sun”porch, but only enough to almost make the upper surface of the hillfort garden-let damp.

I am my husband’s smart speaker. I’m smart (asserted modestly), and I speak (undeniable). [I’ve been hearing too many prompts on the radio….]

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