My Better Half

My Better Half

Anne is seen here styling a blue & white plaid wool shirt-jacket that recalls a similar article of clothing that her parent’s once shared during their courtship. Last X-mas she gifted it to her mom and when this spring her mother passed, she inherited it back. It becomes her well and she enjoys the fact that it at least had its all too brief connection with her mother.

After some delay, we were able to pickup our groceries curbside at Meijers via Shipt. Anne got her drugs too. So all is right with the world again. It is a beautiful beach day. Not too hot and not too cold. With just the right amount of wind to keep the bugs at bay. Best beach day so far this summer. The forecast for the weekend looks pretty good too. It’s still hours before nightfall, but the sky this afternoon looks favorable for taking another run at the comet Neowise tonight. Although, the comet is already a bit passé.

Tonight, I’m gunning for Saturn. Currently, it is at closest approach to earth. It is also in retrograde, but most importantly it is tilted so that its rings are facing us broadside. All that extra luminous surface area makes it especially bright. I don’t think that I can photograph it, but I have a spotter scope that I could like to look at it through. I’ve only seen the planet up close enough to resolve it once. That was way back in college at Michigan State. I was taking an intro astronomy class and the teacher led us on a field trip out to the school’s observatory. It looked just like the photos, only tiny. I probably can’t do as well with my equipment, but I won’t know until I try.

In other news, we received the bid for work on the cabin’s sleeping porch roof. I’ve forwarded the bid to the commissariat, for their study. Finally, it’s squirrel 🐿 update time. Last night before we went to bed the rat trap was sprung. It didn’t get the squirrel, but we haven’t seen hide nor hair of it since. Knock on wood, which is what we’ve been doing in its presence all week long. We’ve become those grumpy old downstairs neighbors who bang on their ceiling whenever the upstairs neighbors have a party. It is unusual for the squirrel to be absent for so long. I can only hope that its near death experience has helped it come to the realization that these people are trying to kill it and it has been scared away, hopefully for good.

Neowise Redux

NEOWISE

Yesterday, was cold and windy. So, we had our first fire of the summer. Come sundown the wind abated some and we went comet hunting. I broke out the big gun and got a better picture than before. My hand-me-down Canon 5D is old, but still works. More importantly it can take exposures longer than fifteen seconds. It takes time to integrate enough light. However, since I forgot to bring the laptop, I don’t have any good way to get pictures off of this camera. It’s too old to support wi-fi. Instead, I ended up taking an iPhone photo of the Canon’s very small display screen. I’m sure that once home I can do better. Tomorrow, the comet makes its closest approach to earth, but as it departs the sun, it is cooling and fading fast. So, act now if you plan to see it, because it won’t be back for a while.

Now for the all important squirrel update. Both yesterday and today we got woke, when the squirrel began gnawing on the cabin right above our heads, as we lay in bed. Who needs an alarm clock? Three times now Anne has gone up to the loft, banged on the walls and seen said squirrel run from the lakeside of the loft to the kitchen side. It’s unclear where it goes from there. Last time, I stood outside, but no squirrel poked its head out. It could have another entry/exit somewhere else or it could now be trapped inside. Enquiring minds want to know. No trap action yet.

Speaking of being woke, Anne told me a funny story from times gone by. Years ago, a very young Jane had found a to-do list of Harry’s. On it he had written “chink cabin logs” as one of his action items. Not familiar with that term and finding it rather racist, Jane scratched that out and wrote instead, “Chinese cabin logs.” In case I need to explain this, chinking is the material that is placed in-between the logs of a log cabin, to seal up the gaps. Sorry Jane, but it was so cute! Lately, I’ve been checking the chinking, looking for any squirrel holes, but no joy.

Shakshuka

Shakshuka

And so, I’m back. Back from outer space. With that sad look upon my face, but I will survive. Sorry for taking that mini-blog vacation for the last few days, but I hope that you enjoyed the picture show. We are back in Saint Louis now. Anne, Dan and I, having driven yesterday across the foggy Midwestern plains. The new Toy Yoda handled like a dream. The Force was definitely with us. David had jetted off to Rochester the day before. He is spending New Years with Maren’s family. With his new job, he has limited vacation time. Technically he is a writer now too. I guess you could say that I am also technically a writer, but don’t say it very loud or too often. It might go to my head. Britt lands in the Lou today. Dan will pick her up in his “new” Prius. Before Dave took off, Anne and I and the boys luncheoned at Zola Bistro, which is across Washtenaw from Chez Harry’s place. Both Anne and I had the pictured Shakshuka. Zola was a very impressive establishment, in an interesting, if too crowded upscale strip mall. It came complete with a My Urban Toddler store, for future yuppies of America. The next day, on our way out of town, Jane joined us at Mark’s Mid-Town Coney Island for more conventional breakfast fare. There, I think that I am all caught up on all the news that you need-to-know. I’m ready to slide into 2020.