Musings

A splurge

I’m eighteen (again—kinda sorta).

On the bright side

We took a stroll in the park…beautiful day. They’ve already prepped for big crowds this weekend….

Planning for such events begins years ahead, yet this time a tropical storm, or the remains of one, will be here all day Saturday, with wind and rain, and more wind and rain.

The infrastructure included medium juice boxes…

…also large ones…

…and even very small ones.

End of joke-time.

Revisiting…+ artsiness

I manipulated a bridge photo from the other day in an artsy app…came out lovely!

Old and new

I’m offering another lovely morning wide shot of the lake.

Okay, here’s something new for this blahg. It’s a Harley-Davidson Freewheeler (aka three-wheeler) with a fairing with a screen and an add-on phone mount and short-but-long-enough charging cable. All these options surprised me; I think of Harleys as two-wheelers. I’m sooooo out of date.

Techno-fun

I found an adjustment I didn’t know I had on my laptop photo-tweaking program.

Lookit that background go fuzzy.

CYDs arrive

We have new technology around here—a two-pack. The other side is a 2.8″ touch screen. They’re called cheap yellow devices. It’s a little less poetic than the name of the last new small techno-item, a raspberry pi.

Vermont day

Cat-rise. 6:15am.

Display of unusable glass-blowing forms, Quechee.

Dam and covered bridge adjacent to glass-blowing operation (in old mill building, I assume), Ottauquechee River, Quechee.

1802 turnpike end marker, Woodstock.

Airborne

We arrived at the cottage just before 5pm, after a straightforward drive up from Ohio, and only a dozen-minute delay at the bridge-crossing toll booth.

One of the crucial cottage-opening activities is to air out the place, which is easier upstairs with a fan. The big bedroom has a pair of under-eaves windows facing south, one shown here, and a pair of higher windows in the end wall. It’s not an optimal flow-through situation, but a fan does help to make it work.

My apps indicate it may get down to 62°F overnight, which sounds impossible to Atlanta-in-July-oriented ears. Hallelujah.

Quick note: smoke-at-ground-level predictions on airquality.weather.gov suggest we’re fine for a while here…yay.

Unplanned adventure

The inception: a loud pop (blown tire).

The outcome: just fine.

It was okay because we weren’t on I-75, there was a wide shoulder, and it was a rear tire (so it didn’t affect steering).

The big plus was a tire place (actually several, but we only needed one) a mere three miles away.

And we needed new tires, anyway.

They promised they’d finish changing, balancing, etc. the four new tires by 3:30. In fact, we were on the road again just before 3pm.

Also, we’re on track to get to our previously planned hotel stop at a reasonable hour.

Various truths

Lighthouse sequence. The structure is on the end of a breakwater at the mouth of the Manistique River. It is 35 ft tall and made of steel. It was first lit in 1916, and automated in 1969. Safety first.

Wide angle.

Wide, with red osier dogwood in foreground.

Not so wide, with sign and seagull (or tern or whatever it is; we always called them gulls).

We encountered wet roads, then rain, on our return drive; however, no rain fell here at the cottage, sadly.