Wednesday, 23 September 2020
Guru report: almost 800 miles today. Handy Hero the Handyman Hammerman ushered us onto the interstate.
Much later, at a Ohio rest area, we didn’t rest, but did get in a few steps and used the facilities. And grabbed a few snaps of a fine orange sun, peeking through a relatively complete cloud layer.
Despite today’s many miles, I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s drive!…well, more tomorrow’s destination…teehee
Tuesday, 22 September 2020
We think this cell tower’s…uh-hem…adornments…are new since we cruised this neighborhood last. It had three large construction cranes around it (only one and an edge in photo), and I said, “It’s a crane nest.”
Buh-dump-bump.
I guess you had to be there.
Monday, 21 September 2020
I must be doing something right. Despite all the upsetting, stressful, and chaotic news emerging day after day (and I am paying modest attention to current events), my blood pressure has been “okay” every morning lately.
Sunday, 20 September 2020
Something went a bit wrong here…the flames are leaving the Ford…oops: missing screw.
This is the logo/type area of the legendary Jeanne Burns…device: Servespoon. It’s like a narrow pancake turner with slots in the blade. One of a kind these days, and perfect for the James lasagne we enjoyed.
Saturday, 19 September 2020
If we didn’t have fancy aerodynamic bumpers, I’d think about getting a tray-style one. If it didn’t require driving a firetruck to have such useful styling.
I’m guessing special nozzle?
Of course, if I had to fight fires to get such a bumper, well, I’d probably be sent out west right away. Way too impossible.
Thursday, 17 September 2020
We managed to time our run to early-vote* to between rain bands. Sally, doncha know. Some rainfall was windy and would have been yucky to venture out in.
But it stayed wet even so, witness that magnificent droplet on a wee magenta-pink basil blossom.
* Not lucky that we had to vote because John Lewis died, and we need a representative to finish his term.
Wednesday, 16 September 2020
We took a Sunday-really-Wednesday drive, just to get out of the city. We really didn’t get far.
We stopped in a small town, now well within the metro area, and strolled down the high street…parallel with the railroad. Look: a cell tower; there’s really almost no farmland—the terrain is either floodplain or waiting to become housing and business developments, and the web of connecting roads and parking lots—if not already built on.
See: the small town has a bank. Or was-a-bank, with an oozing-financial-security chandelier. It’s now a restaurant and salon, but maybe the restaurant is covid-closed? Didn’t check; moved on.
Tuesday, 15 September 2020
Of course, I took this picture for the momentary jab the play of light and dark and the mesh grid pattern generated in my not-yet-awake brain.
And, when I selected it for today’s fun photo, I thought: material culture…then: aesthetics…then that aesthetics are a learned value…and, pfft, I was descending into an anthropological abyss.
Recommendation: stick with the first paragraph.
Monday, 14 September 2020
More evidence that autumn is flirting.
I was poking about on the wee old internet for more info on Foeniculum vulgare, as I’m relatively uninformed. It has a “diverse pharmacological spectrum,” and you can find extended rabbit-holes on that chemistry. Not really my thing.
In Spanish, fennel’s common name is hinojo. It’s even better in Italian: finocchio. However, neither is as excellent as Dutch: venkel. There; is that enough? I so enjoy linguistic diversity!
