Chuppah

Chuppah

Pictured is one of the poles for the chuppah for Maren and David’s wedding that Dan is making. A chuppah is a canopy under which a couple stands for the duration of their Jewish wedding ceremony. It represents the new home that the newlyweds will build together, symbolized by the cloth covering and four poles that outline the structure. Copper is one of the colors that Maren has chosen for their wedding. Dan has covered wooden poles with copper tape for a burnished copper look. It was my idea to use copper tape. At work, we used copper tape a lot. It would create an electrically conducting ground plane by sealing over gaps and cracks. It looks nice for this application.

In other wedding news, I dropped nearly a grand for a new suit and other wedding accoutrements today. I was fitted for it and it should be ready next week. Anne picked it out for me. While we were being waited on, another man came into the store with a tale of woe. His wife had mistakenly given away his new suit to Goodwill. The wedding is tomorrow. He appealed to their better nature and the store agreed to have the suit ready for him. I’m glad that we are not going to be so rushed.

Field Trip

Bosse Field

Finally, something to blog about. Our dull humdrum existence was interrupted by a field trip. Yesterday, we did an out-and-back to Evansville, IL. This town is roughly halfway between Saint Louis and Nashville. Rey drove north, while we drove east to meet him. Our mission was to deliver the yellow dresser destined for Corwin. We had picked up said dresser on our last visit to Ann Arbor, trundled it back to Saint Louis, where it sat in the way back of the RAV4 for the better part of a week. On Saturday, we made the handoff. We met Rey for lunch at Turonis Pizzery and Brewery. A haunt of some local fame and long standing. Its Saint Louis style pizza was so good that I burnt the roof of my mouth gobbling it down. I couldn’t wait for it to cool. We next adjourned to the ballgame. Venerable Bosse Field (built in 1915) and the hometown Evansville Otters hosted our home team the Gateway Grizzlies. They reside on the east side, in Illinois, but within our metro area. Rey instructed me that neither of these teams are technically minor league teams. They are unaffiliated with any major league team. Does that make them semi-pro? Anyway, the play was poor, but the tickets were cheap. I guess you get what you pay for. There were multiple errors in most innings. It seemed that Grizzlies commit the majority of them. We were sitting front row, directly behind the catcher. All of the seating was thankfully shaded (90 °F heat) and almost all of it was in foul territory. All except for the Corona patio and we were not willing to go there, what with the delta variant rampaging these days. The heat seemed to plague the Grizzlies more than the Otters. After they suffered a hit batsman that was not called, the Grizzlies manger got ejected, after an argument with the home plate umpire. This spawned a series of almost ejection arguments throughout the rest of the game. The home plate umpire made several more bad calls. We bailed at the top of the eighth, the heat, where the score was 6-1 Otters. The final score was 6-2.

The Cards won on Sunday!

PS – Hurricane update: Dave and Maren didn’t see any rain at all in Boston, while Dan and Britt survived Henri in NYC. More news on the hour…

Britt’s Printing Press

Britt Printing Wedding Invitations

Pictured is an animated GIF version of the movie that shows Britt printing Maren and Dave’s wedding invitations. She has a human powered printing press that lives in her parent’s basement, I guess, because it’s too heavy to lug up five flights of stairs. She did a great job! She finished them before her last trip to the cabin, where they sat all boxed up and it didn’t seem right to unwrap them. They next went to Boston, where they were presented to Maren and Dave and we got to see them there. Britt and Maren both picked the same stamps that the invites will be mailed with. I’ll be checking the mailbox every day looking for ours. If you look closely, you can see a graphic of two crossed axes printing.

We walked in Tower Grove Park today, which really is a mess these days. There are still lots of downed branches and trees from the big storm in early July. They are distributed throughout the park, but are also heavier on the western end of the park, where the storm damage was more significant. In addition to all of this tree damage there is a major construction project on the eastern end of the park, where a stream is being reintroduced into the park. Earthmoving equipment has dugout the river bed. The soil that was removed to create the sunken channel has been dumped on the park’s ballfields. Right now, a couple of those ballfields are unplayable, but the plan is to grade the dirt piles out, raising the field’s contours, affording better drainage. The plan for the river finished is to create a new play space for children to enjoy, like the Albrecht Nature Playscape in Forest Park.

Travel Tales

Untitled, Luchita Hurtado, 1969

Monday morning, we caught an Uber to Logan. Gerry, our driver, a former cab driver was an exceptional Uber driver. He greeted us after getting out of the car and individually loaded and then at the airport unloaded all of our bags. Quite the gentleman, but as Harry would complain, he was a talker, except in a driver that is to be expected. Still, he entertained and educated us on our trip to the airport. Our flight to Detroit was uneventful. Jane picked us up. We were looking for her Golf and didn’t see her when she pulled up next to us in our RAV4. Shades of Ferris Buller. We took her out for breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies or maybe lunch, what have you. After our meal, we took possession of the golden yellow dresser of Antioch. Its disposition is our next trip after we get home. Dinner with Harry was excellent as always, especially in his new digs. I somewhat paid for dinner by negotiating with AT&T over the issue of the nonfunctionally of his Wi-Fi. I was successful and I checked that I had not first done any harm, but I left the network name all AT&T bland. At Purdue, Dave’s roommates named their Wi-Fi, Dave Sucks. Not the best, except that the cute girls next door named their network, Dave’s not so Bad.

Puck’s Pack

Stone Tower

Puck, Dave and Maren’s new dog, started the day with eight people in her pack, but Sunday was a day of partings, always made with the same refrain, “See you in October.” First Bruce, Kim and Maren left, headed home to Geneva, where there are numerous other showers to attend. Then Dan and Britt headed home to Brooklyn. That left three humans in Puck’s pack, Dave, Anne and I. As leader of the pack, she was having a hard time holding things together. To assuage her fears, Dave took us all for a walk in the woods, in particular Lynn Woods Reservation. As we began our hike, I snagged a map of the area and notice that Walden Pond was in the park. Unfortunately, this Walden is not the Thoreau Walden Pond. That one was about an hour away and is currently closed due to a sudden uptick in drownings. Anyway, it was a good hike. The trails were pretty rocky, leading me to take lots of baby steps, so as not to fall. I succeeded. My pedometer read six plus miles by the end of the day, but Dave’s trail app said that it was much less than that. Except it didn’t have to walk four to six miles in my shoes. Occasionally, Puck would stop, turnaround and wait for me, not wanting to lose another pack member just yet. The highpoint of the hike turned out not to be the faux Walden Pond, but the pictured Stone Tower. After our walk in the woods, we returned to Dave and Maren’s place and chilled for a bit. Later, we headed out for a mid-afternoon meal at a place in Davis Square, another walk. Back to the apartment again and more chilling and then it was time for Puck’s evening meal and constitutional, more walking. We talked Dave into giving us a ride back to the hotel, because of the duffle bag of camping gear that we had lent them that we would have had to lug otherwise. Bringing Puck’s pack down to one.