Musings

Thanks, Joe

And all you taxpayers out there. We received our government nasal swab covid tests.

When’s curling practice?

The public air is near-brimming with talk about sporting events, most with snow or ice, except for the one in LA; however, I am distracted by the situation in Ukraine.

Olympic curling stones are two kinds of rock, both from a tiny island, a pluton, off the coast of southwest Scotland. The island’s modern Gaelic name, Aillse Creag, means fairy rock. The title? I’m just kidding.

MaNachur accommodated

I walk past this notch several times each week, and I admire it every time.

Winter works

Yesterday I saw the crew compacting the fill to a level a short foot below the surface-to-be, so I knew this was coming. Today the concrete is poured and the surface skimmed (or whatever), so that it’s almost as glassy as a skating rink.

And down the way, they’ve removed the Big Green Pump, leaving just its sound-mitigating panels, fence, bumpers, and orange cones.

Over at the Firehouse, the project remains in early phases, still chunking the concrete from the driveway. Perhaps tomorrow they’ll load it in trucks and send it to…the suburbs? Some dump outside the metro area? To fill an eroded gulley?

Darn

I was so focused on the sun-lit golden beech leaves hanging on, as they do, that I missed the (probably privet) branch boldly sneaking into the frame from the left.

Merged realities

Predictions are a bit warmer each day this work-week. This photo is from two days ago. The flower is open now, but it was overcast today, so a less aesthetic photo opportunity.

Nice sod

I can’t see because the lot’s surface is enough above the sidewalk, but my theory is that the people in the house to the right bought the lot to the left and had the house that was there removed. Gone. And my theory is they had a pool installed (lot now completely fenced), although I can’t see it. I will listen for water noises when it gets warmer out. Anyway, more hypothesizing: this apparent driveway is not for daily use.

Concrete report

Ah, the BeltLine-adjacent apartment project is moving along. I should have figured before when I saw the wooden “decking” that it was really part of a large concrete form. Here’s the floor curing.

Over at the firehouse, the concrete is leaving the project—chunked, piled up and ready to go.

Rubbish weather

This Brit phrasing worked/works for today. All day the temp dropped. It was breezy then windy. And the morning’s intermittent drizzle finally ended late afternoon. Unless you were immersed in [fiction] [something else], weather likely dominated your psyche and awareness.

Rain day

More That Corner news: those excavators seemed like birds watching over their nest, the deep square-cornered excavation under the steel plate. And another wrapped-up-against-the-elements jacketed pump.