theater, natural history and conservation, the utterly mundane, and Etruscan 8-tracks
The shelf was getting a little unbalanced toward fiction, so I ordered some new titles and now it looks like back-to-school time. Still not keeping up with Kate Atkinson.
During 45’s term, I reread Faulkner’s Snopes trilogy. I wonder what would be a good palliative read this time around.
(And Randy Newman’s arrangement.)
I made another road trip to Dayton and environs, primarily to inspect new memorials for Mom, and secondarily to see… stuff.
Mom’s new bench in Stillwater Prairie Reserve is looking quite sharp, although it appears that the plaque has already acquired a bit of scratchiti.
Also spotted at Stillwater were several Eastern Fox Squirrels (Sciurus niger).
In Greene County, I walked Sibenthaler Fen and Russ Nature Reserve. I do like a well-executed trail post. The lat-long is a nice touch.
Some transit geekery: I rode the Cincinnati streetcar up to Findlay Market for a spot of lunch.
As for Cincinnati’s two connector expressways linking I-75 and I-71, the short Norwood Lateral (Ohio 562) might be the only freeway in the country whose control cities on the big green signs are the same at each end, namely, Norwood, because that’s the only place the freeway goes. On the other hand, Ohio 126 is only signed Ronald Reagan Highway—because it won’t take you anywhere useful, mayhaps? Ohio 126 smooshed property values on Mom’s condo when the road was built to Reading Road.
And I rode Dayton’s 4 bus downtown, with a return on the 7. The 4 was running trolleys and diesels, while the 2 and 7 were only diesels. I rode bus #1958, pictured at left; in the photo at right of bus #2064, the trolley poles are easier to see. There are no trolley wires at the end the the 7’s run, but the new hybrid equipment allows the driver to “drop the poles” for a stretch. Downtown I saw buses on the 8 doing that.
I tried this place for dinner, and it was pretty good. I broke my vegetarianism to sample goetta.
S. contrived to take a flattering picture of me at Dolly Sods.
I look like I’m lost in reverie, but I’m probably just looking at a bird.
Linda Holmes nails it in her response to Apple’s crass iPad advertisement.
But these are not practical items to begin with. Nobody owns a piano because it’s practical; it’s about the least practical thing you can own. It can wreck your floor. It goes out of tune. And if you happen to get a new place, you don’t just need movers for it; you may need special movers. You don’t own a piano to get from point A to point B in the most direct way you can. You own a piano for the reason we had one in my house: a person plays it. Someone sits down, as my mother did, and plays the “Maple Leaf Rag,” and you can hear the pedals lightly squeak, and you can watch hands skitter across keys, and of course you are listening to music — but also, those are your mother’s hands.
In my case, the piano’s owner was Leta and the player was Grandmother Madeline.
And in my case, the piano was in the Northern Michigan University dormitory lounge and the player was Audrey from Rockford, Ill., and the song was indeed “Maple Leaf Rag.”
One book remaining from the NPR freebie shelf, one book from the last book exchange party, a few re-reads, and I’m trying to keep up with Kate Atkinson.
Finally some out of state travel!
Overnight stays in 2023:
Plus four nights in transit by train and plane. All told, I was on the road 26 nights. How ’bout that?
Some new friends, some old friends to reread.
A few snaps aboard Amtrak train 5, the California Zephyr, from Chicago to Sacramento via Denver and Salt Lake City.
Climbing the mountains along South Boulder Creek, Gilpin County, Colorado.
Having crossed the Continental Divide via the Moffat Tunnel, we’re now following the Fraser River downhill to its confluence with the Colorado.
Uhh, somewhere on the Colorado River, still in the state of Colorado. (I failed to save my GPS fix.)
And the next morning, having crossed Utah in the dark, here we are in Churchill County, Nevada, northeast of Reno.
Good food on both Amtrak trains (the Zephyr and the Capitol Limited). After three days you sort of get used to the bumpy ride. The Capitol Limited was 45 minutes late into Chicago (largely due to an automated systems failure at CSX); the Zephyr was two and a half hours late into Sacramento (late start due to two different cars that needed to be swapped out; amplified by an unplanned detour through the Union Pacific yards at Reno). Better than I expected!
A nice fiction/non-fiction balance. On the end at left, the last two freebies from the shelves at work. I’m saving the Proust (Lydia Davis translation) for a long vacation that I have planned.
Yesterday I retired, after eight great years at NPR. Some looks from last walks around the building (sorry, no pix from the newsroom).
New buildings have gone up; you can no longer see the top of the Washington Monument from the 4th floor terrace.
Birthday road trip and Virginia Master Naturalists conference.
Overnight stays in 2022:
I’ll make this brief:
New books! But I really need to catch up on my Goodreads notes.