The Yolk’s On You

The Yolk’s On You

Well, it’s April 1st, April Fool’s Day, but nobody is laughing, which is a shame. Twitter was all nobody play any pranks or tell any jokes, because… No one can have any more fun any more, as we all wait for the end of the world. If going forward that is to be the attitude, then bring it on. What’s life without laughter? It being the first of the month means that all of my various streaming services have refreshed their selection of offerings, giving me plenty of video to binge.

Anne and I got out today, for an extra long walk. The weather was pleasant, plus there were not a lot of other people around, making social distancing pretty easy. There are plenty of flowers out. One person’s front lawn was covered with Spring Beauties. We get some also, in the backyard, but these must have been cultivated, they were so lush. When we’re out and about, it is nice saying hi to the other pedestrians, from a safe distance.

I spoke with a person from Louisiana and after we had conclude our business, I asked her how are things going down there. It didn’t sound good. People aren’t observing any kind of quarantining. Whole families go the store, instead of just sending one person. “Too many stupid people down here”, she said. By comparison, the epidemic has hardly even gotten going here. We got another InstaCart delivery today. I think that we’re in pretty good shape, at least for a while. Time to let the larder rundown for a few days now.

It is a slow news day and I don’t feel like complaining about the pandemic, the markets or even Trump. Not that that last one doesn’t deserve more complaints. I’m just not in the mood for it today. Stay healthy and stay safe everyone.

Safe Social Intimacy

Safe Social Intimacy

Here is Anne, with her newest old friend. If you ask me, she is a bit of a block head, literally, her head is a solid block of wood. She was one of Dan’s earliest sculpture projects, way back from when he was attending Webster. She “stood” for too many years in the backyard, exposed to wind and rain. This gave her a severe case of spinal scoliosis, so that one day she just toppled over. Ever since, she has been living on our back porch. In this new normal, she has become an old friend again. I mean in these times, you need all of the friends you can get.

Happy faces aside, we’re dyeing here, or at least Anne is. Please note spelling, and don’t get your panties in a bunch. It’s a long story, so please bear with me. She had initially begun a memory quilt for her mother, but that effort has now transitioned into a memorial quilt in honor of her. Its principle design is guided by the Finlayson tartan. She had found a place in Scotland that sells this pattern at seventy pounds to the meter. That price offended her Scottish pride, besides she was always way more into to DIY. She is using ribbons to signify the thin red and yellow lines that are part of the pattern. She had no problem getting the red ribbon, but could not find any yellow ones. She did get white ones though. Her initial plan was to use one of her fabric magic markers to color the white ribbon yellow, but the prospect of this task seemed too daunting. Enter plan B. She cooked the white ribbon in a concoction featuring turmeric. Think, bubble, bubble toil and trouble if you like, but the product came out pretty good. She even had enough yellow dye left over to tie-die two old white t-shirts. They also came out looking good. She is such a crafty person. 

Laumeier Sculpture Park

Deer, Tony Tasset, 2015

Look, Dear. Yes, Dear? Oh, Dear! Instead of walking around the neighborhood, as has been our wont, we ventured out to Laumeier Sculpture Park for our steps today. We got there early enough to avoid the maddening crowd. Pictured is a new piece that also symbolizes the big deer population problem that this area has. In the background is the park’s signature artwork, The Way. Perspective plays tricks here with the apparent sizes of people and objects in the photo. The deer is much bigger than Anne, but not as big as it looks here and The Way, at three stories tall, is not as small as it looks here either.

We had fun exploring the park and in addition to the art, we experienced wildlife too. We saw a Cooper’s hawk getting dive bombed by a crow and heard a Bard owl calling out, “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you?” Also, there were numerous Cardinals out singing. We even saw a Bluebird, our state bird.

Recess, Geoffrey Krawzyck, 2014

Another relatively new artwork that we saw is called, Recess, by Geoffrey Krawzyck. At first sight, it is a little underwhelming. It is a newly constructed ruin of a brick building. Only the front façade and side walls are still standing, but on closer examination many of the red bricks have inscriptions etched into them, often with interesting sayings: STL ♥ Baseball; STL is the most culturally rich city per capita in America; Bricks as bones, still standing stones Where husks of dreams lament a reverie of reliquaries line the avenues of hope.

Grotto of the Sleeping Bear, Mark Dion, 1997

The final new to us artwork is an actual ruin, the remains of the property’s stone spring house, from back before this site was a park and still private property. In its day, the spring house was a place to cool off from the notoriously hot Saint Louis summers, in the days before air conditioning. It used an artisanal spring to make natural refrigeration. The artist Mark Dion has repurposed this structure as the Grotto of the Sleeping Bear, complete with a life like bear, in repose. Dion also has an exhibit inside one of the park’s museum, but that is currently closed.