The first overnight stop on our Midwestern Adventure Trip (MAT) was Kirksville, where Ted and I spent the evening with Kathy and Annette.  The girls treated us to dinner and we had several hours to catch up on what’s new with each of us.  After all, we hadn’t been together since the eclipse two days ago.  Before settling in for our talk time, the girls took us to see a Kirksville home with many unusual yard ornaments.  The objects definitely qualify as kitsch–a developing theme of this vacation.

Can you see the spider in the lower right center?  There is also a praying mantis hidden in the bushes, and don’t miss the smiling face on the center tree trunk.  You can see smaller sculptures ahead of the bushes on the left.

 

Yes, those are jello molds and yes, they spin in the wind.

 

A carved wooden figure welcomes visitors at the front door.  Note that there are elves under the bench on the left.

 

The entire width of the back yard fence is lined with sculptures–also constructed of jello molds and also capable of spinning in the wind.

 

After this kitschy stop, we found more kitsch at the girls’ house.

Annette made this for an art sculpture project while attending Moberly Area Community College.  It now serves as a storage shed for the girls.

 

We are definitely viewing a different kind of scenery on this vacation.

kitsch—also called “cheesiness” or “tackiness.”  Applied to objects that appeal to popular or uncultivated taste because they are garish or overly sentimental.  These objects are considered by other people to be ugly, without style, false, or in poor taste, but are enjoyed or appreciated by still other people in an ironic or knowing way or because they are funny.

–Wikipedia

In search of adventure as we started our midwestern vacation, Ted and I stopped at a place we’ve driven past countless times.  Never before have we entered . . . Ozarkland!

Just as predicted from the outside, the building has some of nearly everything inside.  After marveling at the thousands of items on the first floor, we discovered there is a second floor with many thousand more items (not an exaggeration).

This is less than half of what’s available on the second floor.

And here are a few things from the well-stocked first floor.

Decorative hens and roosters for your home.

Route 66 themed items–even though Ozarkland is roughly 100 miles from Route 66.

Simple, declarative door mats.

Fireworks.  But don’t smoke in this area.  That could bring an end to the tourist wonder that is Ozarkland. It’s going to be a kitschy vacation.

In preparation for viewing today’s total solar eclipse, Ted spent a lot of time poring over forecast models and weather forecasts for our area.  In addition, he checked out what the TV weatherpersons were saying and watched their “futurecasts” for rain and cloud cover.  The bottom line:  picking a viewing site was a tough call to make.

Last night, it looked like it didn’t matter where we went in the path of totality along I-70.  The forecast for the entire area predicted hot and humid weather with highs in the 90s and a 20 percent chance of thunderstorms.  We made the call to go with Plan A:  Pick up Kari and Dylan, then drive to Columbia, MO (95 miles west of St. Peters) to meet Kathy and Annette for a family eclipse event.  Sky and Teddy opted to stay home and participate in the classroom eclipse activities at school.

When it was time to leave this morning, the weather maps showed a clear, cloud-free strip all across the state on I-70, so we headed for Columbia.  Unfortunately, the farther west we drove, the more cloudy it became.  The radar showed a large thunderstorm developing in Kansas City and moving eastward along I-70 toward Columbia.  By the time we got to Columbia, we knew we wouldn’t be able to see the eclipse through the cloud cover.  Checking the radar maps again, we found a clear area around Warrenton (60 miles back eastward) and knew we had time to backtrack before the eclipse started.  Kathy and Annette were willing to drive the additional distance, so we headed down the highway.  Warrenton turned out to be a good choice.  We had a shady area for our picnic food, lots of sunny areas for eclipse viewing, and a bathroom nearby.

Ted and I have seen two partial solar eclipses (1970 and 1994).  Both were 98-99 percent total, but the light only dimmed; it didn’t get dark.  During the two minutes of totality today it didn’t get as dark as night; it was more like deep dusk, just before full darkness.  Still, we heard birds singing and cicadas chirping, the lights in the park came on, and there was a slight breeze (a.k.a. solar wind).  We saw the 360-degree “sunset” all around us as the sun’s rays shone on the horizon from behind the moon.  The temperature dropped a few degrees–enough to notice that we were more comfortable than we had been in the 94-degree sunshine.  We didn’t notice stars with our eclipse glasses on, but one of the videos I took shows lots of stars.  The most amazing sight during totality was the sun’s corona.  It was a brilliant white against the black circle of the moon–like sparkling diamonds in the sky.  There was an audible gasp from the people in the park when the corona became visible.  Unfortunately, my camera isn’t good enough to take a clear picture of the corona.  Check with NASA for that view.

We went to Dyer Park in Warrenton and were joined by about 15 other people.

We set up our picnic food at a table in the shade (it was in the 90s), but laid on blankets in the sun and walked around looking upward as we ate.

Our group of eclipse viewers.

This is one of my pictures of the total eclipse and the sun’s corona.  The dark spot in the center is the moon.

Here is another photo of the total eclipse.  Even during totality, the sun’s corona is so bright, it overlit my picture.

This is my favorite picture.  My photos of the first phase of the eclipse didn’t turn out very well, but I got better during the second phase.

The second phase is about half over at this point.

Ted and Dylan, checking out the progress of the eclipse.

We were all glad we made the call to go to Warrenton and we all agreed it was an event worth watching.  Yes, good times with the family.  We should do it again in Carbondale, IL for the next total solar eclipse in 2024.

For two years, Carbondale, IL has been advertising itself as “the eclipse crossroads of America.”  Carbondale was in the path of totality for today’s solar eclipse and will be in the path of totality for the next U.S. total solar eclipse in 2024 as well.  Hotel rooms have been fully booked in Carbondale for over a year.  Today’s weather forecast for Carbondale predicted mostly sunny weather and that’s exactly the kind of weather the city experienced.  (Or, in Ted’s weather-speak, the forecast verified.)

This is a picture of the crowd viewing the eclipse from the Southern Illinois University stadium in Carbondale.  Ticket prices for stadium seats ranged from $25 to $10,000 for a 20-person suite.  There are a lot of media folks filming on the field.

There were only a few clouds in the mostly sunny sky, but guess where one of them was.  You can see the eclipsing sun behind the cloud.Note:  These pictures were provided by a friend of Kari’s who went to Carbondale to view the eclipse.

Wal-Mart’s bakery is prepared for tomorrow’s total solar eclipse.

We didn’t buy a cake, but we have everything we need to view this spectacular event in Columbia, MO with Kathy, Annette, Kari, and Dylan.

St. Charles, MO was settled by the French in 1769 and was named Les Petite Côtes, “the little hills.”  Obviously, the city’s name was later changed, but every year on the third weekend of August, the city celebrates the Fête des Petites Côtes–the Festival of the Little Hills.  Ted and I go every few years.  Since the weather was beautiful last night, we decided to mingle with the crowd at the Festival’s opening night of the weekend.

The Festival has grown a lot over the years and has shifted more toward the “arts” of “arts and crafts” with fewer country craft displays and more (literally) art.  This year, we counted thirteen blocks of vendors on Main Street (from the 400 block of North Main to the 900 block of South Main), plus just as many vendors one short block over on Riverside Drive, plus more vendors in the strip-style parking lots along Riverside Drive.  In addition, Frontier Park, which runs the length of Riverside Drive, was filled with rides for the kids, and three bands were playing to good-sized crowds along Riverside Drive.  We enjoyed the event for about two-and-a-half hours and then topped off the evening with ice cream at Fritz’s.  It was another fun-filled summer night.

It was still light outside when we started our walk down Main Street.

Some interesting clocks available for purchase.  In case you can’t read them, the mechanic’s clock (top center) says “Your car will be ready at five” and the cop’s clock (bottom center) has hours of sweet treats.  My favorite is the left-handed clock (lower right).

Lots of rides and games for the kids . . .

. . . and even a bubble machine.

One of the bands on Riverside Drive.

The closer: Fritz’s ice cream.

Today’s mail brought Ted an invitation to attend a high school class “get together.”  Ten points to “the committee” for originality, creativity, and humor.  Note:  Personal information about “the committee” has been deleted to protect the innocent.

Last weekend, Ted and I went to one of our favorite restaurants.  We usually go on Sunday through Thursday nights after 7:00 pm to avoid a minimum thirty-minute wait for a table.  On Friday and Saturday nights, it’s often a ninety-minute wait until around 9:00 pm when it drops to 15-30 minutes.  It’s a very popular restaurant.

Parking is also a problem.  There are a lot of restaurants in this business complex and it’s not unusual for us to have to drive two streets over to find an empty parking space.  This time, we arrived at a parking lot that was only about one-third full, then at an empty restaurant.  One couple was getting ready to leave after finishing their meal, leaving the entire room available to us.

Come on in! No waiting.

Tonight there were food trucks and music in Frontier Park at the St. Charles riverfront.  Since Ted and I had no good ideas for dinner, we decided to let the food trucks feed us.

Lots of trucks.  Lots of food choices.

Dinner in the park.  No dishes to wash.

Lots of people joining us for dinner and a band playing good music while we ate.

Check out this collapsible wagon.  It even has 4 (yes, 4!) cupholders–2 in front and 2 in back.

We found an empty riverside park bench and watched the river flow by while the band played on.  Aaahhh, summer nights.

The St. Louis Municipal Opera, a.k.a. Muny, is in its 99th season and is the oldest, largest outdoor musical theater in the country.  It seats 11,000 people and has 1,500 free seats (the last nine rows) available on a first come-first served basis for every performance.

An overview of the amphitheater.  There is more seating to the right of the frame.  The back rows under the structural framework are the free seats–filled well ahead of the performance starting time.  The fans keep the hot summer air circulating and are quiet enough to run during the performances.

Ted and I have seen many memorable shows at the Muny.  Some that come to mind are:

  • Mikhail Baryshnikov’s performance in Swan Lake in 1983.
  • Porgy and Bess in 1984.  Ted was a good sport and went with me, even though he was working midnight shifts that week and slept through most of the show.
  • My Fair Lady, a girls’ night out with Kathy and Kari in 1985.  Kathy was 12 and Kari was 7 at the time.  In retrospect, Kari was too young.  After sitting through the two-hour performance, her summary of the show was “So she learned to say her a‘s.  Big deal!”  (cf “The rain in Spain . . . “)
  • Ted fulfilling the role of “official forecaster” for one performance of Cats in 1987.  There is an official forecaster at every performance to make the official call for a rain-out requiring ticket refunds.  Luckily for us, it was another beautiful summer evening, so Ted didn’t have to work very hard.  The perks of being the official forecaster included free tickets for VIP seats and VIP parking.  The seats were in the center front, close enough to see the players’ make-up, and the parking was right outside the theater entrance.  We were among the first to hit the road and left the park ahead of the traffic that night.  Yes!

During our past two weeks of R&R activities, Ted and I attended two shows at the Muny.  First, we saw A Chorus Line.  The plot line was thin (it was a musical, after all), but the music was good, and being entertained outside under the stars on a beautiful summer evening was a romantic date.

Several of the mature, aging trees that framed the stage have, unfortunately, needed to be cut down in recent years.

The second show we saw was Newsies, an outstanding Disney production.  It’s based on the true story of the New York City newsboys’ strike in 1899.  Over the years, we’ve learned not to sit in the center sections.  When it’s hot, it’s sweltering to be surrounded by so many people.  Sitting on the sides where there are some empty seats allows the breeze to keep us cool.  We should have used that experience-based knowledge when we bought our Newsies tickets.

This was my view of the stage for Act One.  Ted’s view from the seat on my right was equally bad.  There are a few square feet of stage floor showing between the heads, below the screen, left center of the picture.  We moved to some empty seats (on the side) during intermission and had a great view of the entire stage for Act Two.

President Trump’s proposed RAISE act (Reforming American Immigration for Strong Employment) suggests merit-based immigration guidelines.  It favors those who are young (26-30 years old) with a doctorate in STEM subjects, high English proficiency, and a job offer with a high salary.  Thirty points are needed for eligibility to apply for a visa.  To fast-track your application, it helps greatly to have won a Nobel Prize (25 points) or a similar international award.

On August 7, Time magazine published an article about the RAISE act, including the eligibility questionnaire.  If you were an immigrant, would you be allowed to apply for a visa to the United States?  Would Trump?

 

The annual Perseid meteor shower–the warm-up act for next week’s total solar eclipse–peaked this weekend, so Ted and I scheduled a date night to view it.  The best meteor shower we’ve seen was the Leonid shower in November 2012.  We took my convertible and a heavy blanket, put the top and the seats down, and spent an hour covered with the blanket, sky-watching from the Busch Wildlife Area.*  The Perseid has been described as the most popular meteor shower because it falls in August, when it’s actually nice to be outside in the evening.  Last night, the temperature was in the low 70s.  Perfect.

We scouted out some possible viewing areas away from city lights and settled on a country road north of us near the confluence of the Cuiver and Mississippi Rivers.  There was a convenient public boat ramp where we could park the car while we set up our lawn chairs on the levee and enjoyed the evening.

The country road (CTH C) was actually more like a one-lane gravel driveway (you can see it on the right), but the view was great.

This year’s Perseid shower was supposed to be a big one, with 150-200 meteors per hour visible, including long tails.  Unfortunately, there was also a three-quarter moon, which seriously limited meteor visibility.  We arrived at our spot at about 8:30 pm, allowing us time to watch meteors before the 11:00 moonrise.  The most active meteors would be visible at 17 degrees above the horizon at 9:00 pm.  The area was dark enough to see the Milky Way (we can’t even see the entire Big Dipper from our house), but there was still enough ambient light along the horizon to limit our viewing from about 20-25 degrees upward.  As a result, we could see only the fringe of the meteor shower–far fewer than 150 per hour.  Still, we saw a meteor every few minutes and about a third of them had long tails that crossed most of the sky.

It was definitely worth a summer date night, sky-watching with the crickets and frogs chirping and croaking around us.

* When we were ready to leave the Leonid shower and started the car, the headlights came on and attracted the attention of a county policeman on patrol.  He drove into the lot where we were the only parked car, shined his police-issue flashlight in my face, and told me to roll down the window.  Blinded by the flashlight, it took me awhile to find the window button.  “What are you two doing here?” the policeman growled.  “Watching the meteor shower,” I replied.  There was an instant change in his demeanor to friendly and conversational.  “Really?  How many have you seen?” he asked.  We talked a few minutes and then went our separate ways.  In all the times I sat in a parked car with my boyfriend of the moment, we were never confronted by a policeman!!!  Adventures continue, even after retirement.  And with my husband of 43 years (at that time)!

Every summer, the Missouri Botanical Garden presents a special show from mid-May until early August.  This year’s show, “Garden of Glass,” featured larger-than-life glass sculptures created by artist Craig Mitchell Smith.  The show has been so popular, it will be held over for a week longer than planned.  Another “Garden of Glass” show in 2006 featured works by Dale Chihuli.  The Garden purchased four of Chihuli’s pieces for permanent display, and I suspect the same will be done with Smith’s pieces when they go on sale after the show.

The Missouri Botanical Garden, also called Shaw’s Garden, is one of the oldest botanical institutions in the United States.  It is a National Historic Landmark and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  It was established by Henry Shaw in 1859, and includes Shaw’s original 1850 house, as well as his mausoleum.  One of the most distinctive architectural features of the Garden is the Climatron, a geodesic dome that houses tropical plants.  Most of Smith’s glass creations were on display in the Climatron.  The entire Garden (79 acres) is beautiful and restful, and is always a wonderful place to walk, relax, and enjoy the scenery.

A Chihuli sculpture in the lobby of the visitor center.

The Climatron viewed over a reflecting pool with floating Chihuly glass “Onions”

A quiet courtyard decorated with mosaics

The plantings in this garden are changed each season.

Henry Shaw’s mausoleum

Shaw’s sarcophagus in the mausoleum.

Ted and I chose a perfect summer afternoon to visit the “Garden of Glass” exhibit.  The exhibits were beautiful beyond what I can describe.  We were so impressed with them that we decided they were worth a second look in the evening, when each piece would be lighted.  The evening shows are offered only on weekends, so we had to wait a few days, but it was worth it.  We took pictures of every exhibit–day and night–and together, we went through the pictures four times to narrow them down to a reasonable number to include in this blog.  It was very difficult to choose, and the pictures are a poor substitute for seeing the sculptures in person.

Bird of Paradise sculptures

We are standing behind the lighted waterfall.  Between the two columns of falling water, you can see the vertical streaks of Smith’s “Waterfall” glass, also lit in blue.  In the daytime, the water and glass were white and were nearly indistinguishable from each other.  True artistry!

Three glass mobiles titled “Spring”

“Poppies”

“Phoenix” was strikingly lit at night, but didn’t photograph as well as in the daylight.

“Night Blooming Cactus” lighted for the evening show.

Titled “Tree of Life,” this sculpture includes 1,000 glass monarch butterflies.

This 16-foot tall dandelion is called “Make a Wish” and includes 50 dandelion “seeds” that were hung among the trees along the path as though they had been blown off the dandelion stem.

“Passion” as found in a Garden fountain

Another beautifully lit piece: “Cubanola-Domingensis.”

After spending most of July on tasks related to our upcoming updates of the master and guest bathrooms, Ted and I declared August to be reserved for fun.  We have a good start on the month.  In the past week, we’ve done the following things.

Sunday:  Dinner and the evening with Ted’s niece, Judy and her family (Dinesh and Jay).

Monday:  Lunch out; “Garden of Glass” at the Missouri Botanical Garden; dinner out.

Tuesday:  St. Louis Municipal Opera for a performance of A Chorus Line.

This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is 2017-08-Muny-Chorus-Line-2-2844x1600.jpg

Wednesday:  Lunch out; visited some local small businesses we were curious about.

Thursday:  Back to the Botanical Garden to see “Garden of Glass” in the evening when the glass is lit.

Friday:  Lunch out; saw Al Gore’s movie, An Inconvenient Sequel.  Our review:  it was better than we’d expected.

Saturday:  Unfortunately, chores needed to be done.  Mowed the lawn, put the bathrooms back together, now that the paint is completely dry.

Sunday:  Saw Maudie.  Our review:  9 stars out of 10.  Probably some Academy Award nominations coming up for this one.

It was fun to play for a week.  Our Pilates class is on break for two weeks and volunteering hasn’t started yet, so we’ve got another week of no commitments except to relax and have fun.  Someone has to do it, so it might as well be us.

Robin Cook needs to change publishing houses.  After finding two (what I’d call serious) errors within a few pages of text in Cook’s “Foreign Body , I found another erroneous word in Cell, another book of his.

If he’s eating the food rapidly, rather than mocking it, the word should be “scarfed.”

You never know when you’ll want to measure something.  You could probably stretch these when measuring your waist so that you’d come up with a smaller number.

While I was out with Kari last week, I was excited about meeting one of my friends instead of one or more or her friends as we usually do.  Today was was another good day for meeting friends.  Ted and I went out to lunch and we saw Cy and his wife, Pat, in the restaurant.  Cy used to be a volunteer tutor in my Adult Education and Literacy program.  We were both waiting for a table, so we decided to share a single table instead.  It was so much fun spending time together unexpectedly.  We both admitted that we often go to this restaurant for lunch, so there’s a good chance we’ll see each other again, especially since we met them there once before.  Last time, however, Ted and I were leaving when Cy and Pat arrived.  I hope that, next time, our timing works out like it did today.

Friends are fun.

We added a pool to our backyard in Fall 2009 and landscaped around it in Spring 2011.  We planted crepe myrtle bushes around the deep end of the pool and they grew very nicely.  I loved looking at the pink and white flowers.  You can see the tall, thick crepe myrtle privacy hedge behind these amazing syncronized cannonballers.

L->R: Zaque, Alex, Kyra, Jeff

In 2013, we had a very cold winter and every single crepe myrtle bush died down to the roots.  They started growing again at the ground level, but died off a second time the following winter.  The nursery experts told us we are on the northern edge of the crepe myrtle habitat so, in 2015, we gave up on the crepe myrtle and planted hardier red-leafed plum bushes.  As Ted and I sat poolside in the afternoon sunshine today, we couldn’t help noticing that our neighbor’s tomato plant is fuller and taller in one season than our plum bushes are after three seasons.  We could get more privacy from a row of tomato plants!  Not to mention lots of tomatoes.

The tomato plant is the tall green thing right behind the shorter red plum bush.

Yesterday, Kari took me out to lunch for my birthday.  Yes, my birthday was in March, but we’ve both been busy, and waiting until yesterday gave us something to look forward to.  Besides, this might have provided me with a record for the Longest Birthday Celebration.  My first birthday lunch with a friend was on March 2 because she wanted to get it in before Ted and I left on our trip to the southeastern U.S. on March 9.  From March 2 until July 25 is a 21-week birthday event.  Awesome!  Kari and I had a wonderful time and sat in the restaurant for over three hours, then talked for another half hour at her house.

The most amazing part of the lunch was that, while we were eating, one of my friends came into the restaurant and exchanged a few words with me.  That never happens!!!!  Most of the time when I go somewhere with Kari, we run into at least one of her friends.  Even when we took her to New Orleans to check out a possible college for her, we met one of her high school friends in the French Quarter.

I couldn’t believe it:  We met one of my friends instead of Kari’s.  It’s never happened before and probably never will again.  This really has been my best birthday ever.

I don’t know why I ever watch the news.  Newscasters–both national and local–provide daily examples of terrible grammar and word usage.  I can only surmise that the people who hire the on-air talent have equally poor English-speaking skills, so don’t realize what incompetent people they hire.

While preparing dinner tonight, I heard all of the following in less than 30 minutes of newscasting:

  • A water main connecting the city water line to multiple housing units broke today.  This is an expensive repair and the question was “Who is responsible for the repair bill?”  Unfortunately, the private property owners will have to bear the cost.  Miss Woo-girl gave us a phone number to call if we want to find out whether or not our house is under a similar multiple-residence water main.  Question:  How many houses does she think are under a water main?
  • Mr. Handsome then introduced the next story by telling us “A family was shattered by a bullet today.”  I couldn’t help picturing a family broken into pieces like a porcelain vase, and wondered how a single bullet could do that to humans.  (Making this a ridiculously inaccurate sentence.)  More information told us that two siblings were playing with a loaded gun in the house and one shot and killed the other–a seventeen-month-old toddler.  While the family’s peace of mind might have been figuratively shattered, the family members were still physically intact.  Note:  I sympathize with what this family is feeling now, but I think they deserved a much better and more accurate lead-in line to this story, such as “A family is grieving today . . . .”
  • Finally, back to Miss Woo-girl to introduce the weather.  It was 98 degrees today and a cold front is coming through, so thunderstorms are popping up in the area.  Miss Woo-girl transferred narration duties to the weatherman with the line, “So, Chris, tell us about those severe storms out there.”  Thankfully, the weather man is probably 20 years older than Miss Woo-girl and knows his stuff.  He gently corrected her by saying that none of the storms is actually severe, although a few are stronger than others.  Note:  I know from Ted that when there is a severe weather watch or warning in effect, all civil defense entities are notified so that appropriate actions can be taken for public safety.  This involves everything from blowing sirens to notifying hospitals and strategically placing ambulances and fire trucks in the affected area.  Trained storm spotters and ham radio operators are called in to assist with observations and communications, and extra employees go on duty in a vast assortment of community agencies.  I get frustrated when TV people imply that just because there’s thunder, the storm is severe.  They use the word “severe” so often–even to let us know when the storms are not severe–that they are like the boy who cried wolf.  I’m afraid people will begin to tune out the word “severe” and will not take heed when it’s important for their safety.

Yes, I’ve got to stop watching the news.  (But I probably won’t, because it provides me with a plethora of examples of English language ignorance.)

Over the years, we’ve lost some trees to weather damage and needed to have them cut down.  We simply had the tree company cut them down, grind them into mulch, and take the mess away.  People living in one of the subdivisions adjacent to ours were more creative when they had two large trees removed from their front yard.

The long shot.

This was the tree on the left in the long shot photo, above.

And this used to be the tree on the right.

As Five Man Electrical Band sang in 1970, “Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.”  As Ted and I went from place to place running errands today, a variety of signs caught our attention.

Along the highway, MODOT’s DMS (the dynamic message sign, also known as the overhead electronic message board) reminded us that, during this heat wave, “It’s the temperature, not the speed limit.”  I wish I could have taken a picture of it, but that wasn’t possible in the traffic.

On Mexico Road, we saw this sign.

No comment.

Finally, when we went shopping for new bath towels, I saw a pillow that was probably made for me.

Now it’s time to get back to my book.

St. Louis set a record high of 108 degrees today, the first time we’ve hit 108 degrees since 2012, when we had two 108-degree days.  The only other time St. Louis recorded 108 degrees was in 1954.  So far, we’ve had 7 days with temperatures above 100 degrees this summer–5 of them in the last 6 days.  The weather forecaster predicted tomorrow will be “much cooler” with a high of only 98 degrees, and she’s forecasting a “major break” in temperatures next week when she expects temperatures to be in the low to mid-90s.

Hey kids, take note.  I saw a shirt that describes Dad.

I know about the man part.  Now I guess we need to determine what the myth is and at which point he becomes legendary.

Kari invited Ted and me to join their family to celebrate Dylan’s birthday last week (July 13).  He is now 12 years old.  He usually picks ice cream cake for his birthday dessert, but varies the ice cream flavor each year.  This year, the cake was one-half vanilla and one-half chocolate.  Yum!  What an enjoyable evening we had!

Sky and Dylan ready for Dylan’s favorite meal:  ham, mashed potatoes, and Waldorf salad with lots of cherries.

Ice cream cake and candles for the 12-year-old birthday boy.

Kathy’s gifts had a hippie theme with a tie-dye shirt and cake mix, and a VW flower van card and model car.

Kathy also found a Lego chess set. Dylan started a chess game right after we left.

We gave Dylan stuff for his bike (lights, speedometer, water bottle) and he got a new scooter too.

Dylan tried out his new scooter on the skateboard ramp Dean built.

Is there anything better than summer fruit in season?  I don’t think so.  I made this for dinner and it tastes even better than it looks.

For the first time in quite awhile, I spent some time browsing in a bookstore.  While I was looking for some bargain-priced summer reads, Ted meandered elsewhere and came back with a suggestion for me.

The King lives, but maybe not so much through his favorite recipes.  I didn’t buy it.

Ted and I went out to dinner a few weeks ago.  Like so many other entities, restaurants don’t proofread their copy.

In 2012, Ted and I fixed up the basement to better accommodate our growing family.  We added a bathroom with a shower and decorated the “big room” to serve as a seating area and a play space.  The seating area easily converts to sleeping space when the kids and their families are here.  Since we did that, we haven’t needed to use the third upstairs bedroom when the kids come home for a weekend.  Now it’s five years later, and it’s time to make another change.  We decided to re-arrange the upstairs bedrooms.

First step:  We removed the double bed from the blue bedroom and put it at the curb.  It was picked up almost immediately by a lady who wanted it for her granddaughter.  We replaced the bed with the futon from the small bedroom.  This gave us seating and space for a project table in the blue bedroom.

Second step:  Shopping at the Swedish Embassy.

Almost immediately, we found a table we liked.  It’s big enough for projects, it has storage for two 15-inch leaves inside the table, and it can be extended from 55 to 85 inches for really big projects.  Of course, IKEA furniture requires an Allen wrench, but it was an easy job.

If you build it, . . .

. . . you’ll get what you want.  Table closed on left.  Visible leaf storage and table fully extended on right.

We also found a chair we liked.

Allen wrench, then completed chair with leather cushions.

Finally, we decided that after 30+ years, we could spring for a new futon cover.  We re-arranged all three upstairs bedrooms to accommodate the remaining furniture and our needs, and voilà!  We have a project room that can be converted back to a bedroom by opening the futon as needed.  It just makes me want to work on a project!

Sewing machine, serger, table, chair, and futon–everything ready to be used.

What a good-looking guy, even after all these years.  Note that his smile gets bigger as he gets older.  He’s not only good-looking–he’s happy!

Third grade?

8th grade

2014