sinking ship and Chinese food

You know the story of the Titanic, right? I'm going to suggest that most of us know only part of the story. An article in the paper about the ship's sinking caught Ed's eye a couple of days back and one thing led to another and suddenly we got a glimpse into the family life of someone who owns and runs a Chinese Restaurant in Janesville. In case you don't know this either, Janesville is a Wisconsin city some forty miles south of us.

Here's how it all comes together: it's another hot day in south central Wisconsin. We finally succumbed and had someone come out and spray some garlic stuff where mosquitoes reside, but of course, since we don't want to disturb the life of pollinators, the stuff we agree to is only mildly effective. You can now walk without slapping your arms and your forehead every few steps, but it's not as if all mosquitoes have disappeared. They're just regrouping and deciding where to go next. 

The morning walk was mildly pleasant. The cats got freaked out by the presence of a stranger with weird smells on the property. Some hid in the barn, others dived into the dense growth. The cheepers were locked up. Everyone was hiding. It was very quiet.

(See the puff ball? Did you know that you can cook it up and eat it? Unless it starts turning brown... then it's poison!)

(In my garden, the very last lilies are the Steeple Jackies. These!)

(The bees keep at it, all day long...)

And it was hot. A steamy breakfast on the porch.

And eventually Ed took off for Janesville. A couple of years ago he had eye surgery done at a clinic there and he was past due for a recheck. And this is how the Chinese restaurant came up. A documentary film came out this year about the lives of six Chinese passengers on the Titanic (called "The Six" -- read about it here). Apparently they survived, but were essentially ignored by the press, by everyone. Ignored or worse: some wrote disparaging stories about them. It was a tough time for a Chinese person here. In fact, once rescued, these Titanic survivors were not permitted entry into the US. But eventually, one of them -- a young Chinese sailor who was pulled out of the icy waters at the last minute -- made it to America. He settled in Janesville and yes, opened one of the first Chinese restaurants in the U.S. And then the son took over and continued preparing Chinese fare for Janesvillians. (Read his story here.)

We debated whether the story warrants Ed bringing back Chinese food from this place (the Cozy Inn) in Janesville for dinner tonight. In the end, the answer seemed obvious. We'll try some of their food. Who wouldn't want to support an eatery with such a story behind it!

But all this came later in the day. While Ed was in Janesville, I played with Snowdrop at the farmhouse. 

These are the last days of summer. Days when I start to feel pangs of sadness at having to say goodbye to this year's cherries, this year's blueberries, this year's peaches and very soon -- this year's corn. Perhaps this is what I do miss most as the summer rolls out its last warm days for us: the seasonal produce. Oh, we get good fruits and veggies year round, but it's not the same.

(Snowdrop notices the precipitous drop in peach quality as we go back to the fruits at the grocery store. Still, she gets it: medium good is significantly better than nothing.)

Just as I'm about to take Snowdrop home, Ed pulls into the driveway. Empty handed. Wouldn't you know it! The Cozy Inn is closed this week! Covid? Vacation? We don't know! That's okay. I drop off Snowdrop, come in to say hi to the boys...

... and I drive over to a Chinese eatery nearby where I pick up our favorite Chinese food in our own corner of Wisconsin (at Taigu).

 

And now it's evening. They say the storms will continue today, maybe tomorrow, surely the next day. This is slightly unfortunate as we had hiking plans for exactly those days. We will see how it all plays out. Summertime adventures with Ed are never boring.

things to avoid

There's so much we shouldn't be doing right now! This is where frustration mounts: just when the list of no-nos was receding (I got a hair cut! I shopped for wine in person!), things took an abrupt turn and now the list is getting awfully long again. No travel no indoors no this no that. And I agree with it. Protecting ourselves, our kids, our communities -- you need to sacrifice. 

On the other hand, one may well lose sight of the fact that the list of pleasurable things that we can do, easily, safely (especially if you are vaccinated), has grown exponentially since last year. I can hike on a trail with other people on it and not feel I have to step off to keep my distance when someone passes. (I'll flip up my mask instead, or, if it's a breezy day -- do nothing at all!) I can meet up with my daughter and her girl for a Saturday breakfast in a coffee shop. Outside, but still, it's wonderful! We poked our noses into a kid shop. I could go on.

And of course, it's not just the pandemic that stands in the way of some activities. Right now, we have a surge in the mosquito population. That means that our county park up the road is pretty much off limits for the rest of the summer season. Too, the lakes are polluted and smelly. You can't swim in them. You can't really enjoy a walk by them either. Yuk.

What's a person to do??

I thought about this today as we woke up to thunder and rain. Well, that's okay. Always good to have water in the garden. I went out to feed the animals when things settled down outside a little, but still, it was gray and wet.

And then it cleared! I need to get some movement back into my day, but what? One thing that I am now avoiding is any walk along a rural road. I am convinced that on these empty roads, people drive especially recklessly, with their eyes on their devices, not really paying attention to the occasional walker. Too, the sound of a passing car is disturbing. You can't really lose yourself in a meditative moment when someone speeds past you. So what's a person to do?

Well, have breakfast and reflect on how pretty the world is right now, despite everything.

Then plot a strategic walk where you can feel at peace with nature despite the impediments. And I did just that. Thanks to the new development, we have ample bike trails crisscrossing the prairies cultivated to the north of us. I went out and followed these empty paths, doing a full loop -- an hour's walk -- and seeing not a single vehicle or even passerby the entire route. Just fields of prairie, wetlands and eventually the occasional tree.

I tried hard to be more mindful of every growing thing around me. Appreciative of its effort. I took a pause to breathe alongside a grove of pines, hoping to convey gratitude. I looked at dancing dragonflies and swooping swallows. It was hot, but it was beautiful!

 

 

And now it's evening and I know what I still must avoid: popcorn. Want to share some Cheddar Cheese Smiles?

once in a blue moon

Did someone say "in a blue moon?" Hey, that could be a ride in my new-ish car (named by me "Blue Moon"). Or it could be a random rare event. Or it could be the full moon that lights the sky for the third time in a season of four full moons (unusual, as normally, each season has a total of only three).

Today, we have all three. 

It's a stunning day. Perfect, in fact.

But I do not linger on my morning walk.

I have errands to run. By car. To the bakery. For fresh loaves of dinner bread and while I'm at it -- let's throw in some breakfast croissants. 

 

 

 

And the radio happens to be on in the car, and the morning talk show on WPR happens to be about plants. Communicating their relationship to all growing things. Their care for us. Our abandonment of them. (Here is just one story featured this morning, in case you're interested -- and you should be.)

This topic has been flitting in and out of discussions Ed and I have about the natural world for a while now. The complexity of the ecosystem, communication between plants, trees, our inability (and unwillingness, with exceptional arrogance) to listen to what is truly taking place out there... Ed takes a predictable and some would say extreme position on these matters and I often accuse him of stubbornly closing the door to nuance. This happens at breakfast today.

But of course, it's not clear whether I am pushing back at the overly dramatic words of my stubborn dystopian,  or if perhaps I'm the one who is steadfastly refusing to admit that we all have collectively strayed from living in harmony with the natural world. I mean, how many of us spend any time thinking about how trees heal each other and, too, help us live a healthy life? Well, Snowdrop insists on regular visits with this tree:

But she is a child and we tend to dismiss kids' ideas as being fanciful, born of whimsy.

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So what random rare event can I claim for this day? Well, there was the breakfast that broke from my usual: not only did it have the bakery treats, but, too, we finally sliced up our "perfect peach." And it was indeed delicious and beautiful.

Then, too, there is the fallen tree just to the east of the barn: it's monstrously big and it split and crashed and now Ed is tasked with the job of taking it all down and heaving away the logs and branches. Though perhaps this isn't an unusual event: the farmette has many trees and some of them do split and fall. 

Here's a rather predictable event for you: a family dinner on the porch. Perfect weather, I tell you. Absolutely perfect.

I have been making this spin on a Greek shrimp salad, with couscous on the side for more than thirty years...

That's just a bit longer than the friendship between these two college buddies. (He's visiting this week and so he joins us for Sunday farmhouse dinner.)

("who, me? I'm not visiting! I'm a regular here!)

(golden watermelon bliss)

And the moon? It's full, it's beautiful, and it will be several years before we get another summer with four such masterpieces in one season. It shines brightly on us tonight, and I hope it does on you as well.

Saturday

A rainy morning. Muggy and wet. I'd been up since well before dawn because mouth surgeries have a way of annoying the heck out of you on the third day after the fact. Ed looked inside my mouth and said it looked weird. Maybe we should send a picture of it to your doc?

Nah, not that weird. A quick consult, some tips by phone on what to do next and I put the whole matter aside and moved on with the day. Yawn... Is it nap time yet?

It's now officially super buggy outside and so I have little interest in lingering during the morning walk. Just a quick clip of this last set of summer lilies...

... and I'm off on my Saturday rounds: to the downtown market, for a few essentials, including flowers.

And to meet up with Snowdrop and her mom for a croissant breakfast at this cafe:

We eat outside, but the food pickup is indoors. Everyone observes the posted mask requirement except for one dude who refuses. Absolutely refuses. And so they refuse to serve him. And there is a brouhaha, and I think to myself -- people are so strange... You watch all these nature movies and you see how smart animals are at protecting themselves and their own and then you watch scenes like this one and you think -- humans just don't measure up.

Afterwards, Snowdrop comes over to the farmhouse..

(bringing in the flowers...)

(book time!)

(haircut time: must get her spiffed up for school!)

(And home again. One brother napping, the other eager to say hello. In his own way.)

Back at the farmette, I wash my car. We are entering a car nuisance phase of the year where the sap from the willow (which overhangs our car park) drips down on the car, attracting yellow jackets and insects I'd never even heard of. There are three solutions to this: move the car, wash the car, or build a small roof over the parking area. Might you guess which option I favor? And which one Ed opposes? And thus which becomes the only realistic solution?

Yep, I take out the hose and aim hard. 

And this is how washing compulsions start. From car, I move indoors and wash all the throw covers in the living room, quilt covers, napkins, diaper table covers, dish cloths, and as long as we're going that route, isn't it time to thoroughly clean the house? 

I think if I had to give a title to my everyday it would be: "and one thing leads to another..."

And eventually night takes hold and all good people go to sleep. Well, not us. No pop corn allowed yet, but "cheddar cheesy smiles" are a good substitute!

 

Friday

Many a retired person will tell you that Fridays aren't the game changer they once were for us. The TGIF acronym fizzles and fades. We're more likely to say "thank goodness it's Monday!" because on Mondays parks, trails, markets empty out as people return to work. That is, non retired people return to work. We the no longer employed continue with our engagement in projects, families, gardens, and routines on Tuesdays, Saturdays, Mondays and yes, Fridays. Each day is at once unique and special, and independent of its position in the weekly line up.

Still, if you have kids in your life, you pick up that weekly rhythm again. Their Friday becomes your Friday. And weekends become breakaways from routine.

 

This morning, the bugs were out again and so once more I walked briskly to take care of the animals and then equally briskly, I retreated inside.

(chicks)

(tubs)

(the buggy farmette)

To the porch!

For reasons of various visits and engagements, I did not see the kids as much this week as I normally would so today I trudged out to their place to hand over some odd stuff I'd picked up for them in preparation for school. Perhaps the best thing about living so close to them is the fact that I can drop in like that. Even a few minutes matters. 

(They are speed reading library books to meet the public library's summer challenge. Their baby sitter is keeping an eye on things. Sandpiper is not participating in the challenge. He prefers to nap during reading hour.)

(a break for art)

Since I am now very close to Owen Conservation Park, I decide to take a walk there afterwards. I've not checked it out since my spring search for Virginia Bluebells. 

At the end of August, the fields here are deliciously golden!

Really stunning!

The park isn't vast, but it's large enough to be home to a herd of deer. Nonetheless, in all my decades of hiking here, I have never crossed paths with a deer. Until today. A young fawn, engaging me in a staring contest.

Owen Woods Park puts me back in another era, when my daughters were little (we lived just blocks away from it) and when I would come here for solitary walks to clear the head and refresh the spirit. I still like it for solitary walks: the loops aren't especially long, and still you have to love the feeling of nature's dominance, right in the middle of the city.

Once again I can't help thinking that Ed and I live in a perfect bubble of farmette rural quiet, yet we are so close to the city, and within that city -- to a world of nature all over again.

I did my walk for the day. Afterwards, I felt no guilt in picking up my kindle and spending the rest of the day reading. On the couch. I even chased Ed off to the lesser (smaller) couch so I could stretch out on the big one. No guilt whatsoever!

predictable

First of all, you knew that I would cave and get a new pocket camera. And sell the old pocket camera. I watched the refund for my flight from Milan to Paris come in and said aha! That's a deposit for a new pocket camera! Now all I have to do is sell the old one. We are in the process of writing up a Craigslist ad.

I mention this because the new camera came last night and I stayed up  poring over the book of information that came with it. Since it is made by the same company as my good camera (that's in the shop this month) -- Fujifilm -- somehow I had thought that knowledge about one would be transferable to the other. It isn't. I went to bed very late (or early this morning, depending on your perspective) and still didn't understand half of the most basic parameters of its functions. I couldn't sleep anyway.  I'm forbidden popcorn for at least a week because of the mouth surgery and you know how dependent I am on Ed's popcorn. Shattered routines. I munched on stale cheese puffs that melt in your mouth and still manage to taste like cardboard and studied the densely filled pages of the manual.

This lack of complete knowledge did not prevent me from taking my nifty baby Fuji along for my morning walk. You wont notice any difference, but I sure as heck did. A  new and wonderful picture taking experience! I loved it!

(step out into sunshine)

(on hot days they like to hang out together in the shadows of  the old barn)

(the perfect peach)

(the venerable farmhouse)

Breakfast on the porch. This one I will remember! (Yesterday's is a complete blank. Indeed, anything that happened to me yesterday before noon is one misty slate (effect of medications). Whatever I said or wrote to anyone -- know that I wasn't altogether there! 

 

 

 

Today is indeed a hot day. That's fine. August days can be toasty. But for the first time this summer it is also really buggy. I am fighting mosquitoes! This is a terrible disappointment! We thought we were past their threat, but no! They are here and they make life outside difficult again. Ed asks -- should we move? I say -- where to? He says -- New Zealand? Or Ireland? I say -- too far from the kids. He says -- they can visit. How many times have we gone around this? Oh, maybe 100. There are some things that just drive us to despair. A swarm of mosquitoes is one of them.

In the afternoon we go to the farmers market. We are late, it is hot, we want to avoid coming into contact with people. In other words, the nifty little camera stays mostly hidden. We just want to get our cheeses, give away a few dozen eggs, say hi to farmer Natalie and run.

Since the market and our CSA pick up spot are both close to our local Thai place, I suggest a take out dinner. It's been a while! Of course, this means that we must balance the huge bag of CSA groceries and the cheeses and hot Thai food on Ed's not too large motorcycle. It is a tricky deal! Our success today is marked by the fact that nothing spills, nothing goes haywire, and we don't actually look at places in Ireland or New Zealand, but instead call someone who will spray some garlic stuff on mosquito infested farmette spots. Hey, I call that a pretty good run! All that and a new pocket camera too! 

I ask Ed -- want to watch Rick Steves PBS travel show on Europe? I mean, so long as I'm staying put I may as well throw comments at the TV screen as Rick has us traipse through old markets and ruins of Greek theaters. The man's made a fortune by putting together itineraries for bewildered and confused travelers. I admire his business acumen, really I do. Even if it always seems just a little too touristy, who cares. I can only wish to walk those same cobbled streets and cross the grassy sheep fields some time soon. 

In the meantime, Ed is out solid, asleep next to me on the couch as Rick drones on about Greece, about Sicily, about Portugal. Europe brings out the sleepies in my once-travel-companion. Maybe it's a good idea to follow his example just this one time. Good night! Until tomorrow!