Last night for Father’s Day, Anne took Bill and I out for dinner, we being the resident dads. We had planned on going to Wicked Sister, but it was closed, as were most other eateries in the Soo. The place really rolls up the sidewalks on a Sunday night. We eventually lit upon Lock View, which I have never eaten at and turned out to be surprisingly good. True to its name it has an excellent view of the locks. After dinner, we swung by the locks. The McArthur lock was back in operation, water having been restored just the previous day. This Friday is Engineers Day at the locks and we hope not to miss this event. After dinner and the locks, we all came back to the old cabin for a fire and one of Anne’s strawberry galettes. She had made two, one of which the three of us polished off and the other one we took over to Grinch, by way of a get-well gift. The next morning, Bill once again swung by our cabin to callout daylight in the swamp, before he headed back south into the hot mess that is the rest of the country these days. We were both still in bed. Here, it rained all night and most of the morning, generating flood warnings nearby. We kept dry and then ventured again into the Soo, this time for laundry. There was a new stoplight on 6 Mile that wasn’t there the night before. The laundromat had all new washing machines, some of which had an App backed payment system that I never could get to work. I ended up using quarters instead, as per usual. After laundry, we lunched at Penny’s Kitchen and then we swung by the library to drop off some books. Also on Friday, the library is having a big book sale, where we can buy back any books that we should not have donated in the first place. On the way out of town, we stopped off at Meijer’s for a few things. I almost bought some Michigan State wear there, so that I can look like all of the other fudgies that we saw the previous night at Lock View, wearing shorts and a brand-new hoody.
It was a dark and stormy night, part of which we spent sheltering in the basement. A line of thunder-boomers came to town, advancing up farty-far, from the southwest. As they approached the red tornado boxes began popping up. The first one had us just outside the line, but the second one had us square dap in the middle of it. My iPhone began to screech something horrible, and the tornado siren began wailing outside. Anne had already scooted off the couch, with its three west-facing windows directly behind it and was watching the frantic TV weather broadcast well away from said aperture. It was time to go to the basement, which is still quite cold, don’t you know? So, Anne ran upstairs again to fetch her vest, against my objections. Our tornado warning was slated to last forty-five minutes, but we got sprung after only half-an-hour, I guess for good behavior. The TV weather marathon continued on into the night as the storm front with its attending red and yellow boxes keeping pace, as this weather event marched ever eastward across Illinois. Earlier in the day, we had setup our furniture back up again on the porch. We reinstalled the swinging bench together and I hung the new windchime that Frank and Kathy had given us last Christmas. With its tubular bells, it makes a lovely dulcet tone that this morning somehow reminds me now of the wind sculptures that Hellen Hunt’s aunt made in the movie Twister. Tonight, we get to repeat this drill all over again.
Yesterday, we took advantage of our fine weather this week to walk in Forest Park. Pictured is the peak sighting of the day of a Little Blue Heron. This is a rare species for the park. More common is the Great Blue Heron, which we also spotted, as it overflew us later. It being a weekday, the park was relatively empty, except for the zoo, which had dozens of school bus parked outside of it, plus quite full parking lots. Other than the Little Blue Heron, it was a case of rounding up all of the usual suspects, at least in the bird department. Also, the flowers were nice, and I got a few good pics of them too, for posting later in the week. Throughout the park the grass was looking pretty long. A combination of a wet spring and the city being unable to staff their parks department, because of the overall labor shortage. Its companion organization, Forest Park Forever, a non-profit dedicated to maintaining the park, doesn’t seem to have the same difficulty. We saw dozens of individuals and teams scattered around the park, each with one of the organization’s signature carts. We spoke with one of these people and he explained that the city is responsible for mowing the grass, while they concentrate on pruning, planting and weeding, i.e., everything else.