Upside Ann

 

Our last stop on our first day of driving from Chicago.  We arrived in the waning hours of the day, long after the closure of the visitor's center, and the departure last previous visitor.  It was a magical time to be there - alone on the quiet prairie - like stepping back in time.  I would definitely go back - both during the day to take advantage of the visitor's center and learn more about pipe making - and at twilight to, once again, visit those ghosts. Exhibit quarry near the visitor's center.  The quartzite is beautiful.

 For the next time I read the book - or the next person who finishes with that question. Charlie is the name (yes, given by the US troops to the Viet Cong, but also) that Dave is told as the name of the button man that has been hired by the mob to "clean up" - the assassin to kill him.  Later, during an altercation with a man with bad intentions, Dave asks "Are you Charlie?" If you've come here after reading the book, you know who "Charlie" is.  See "Beast of Buchenwald".

Several months ago, I bought my auntie Burke's novel " In the Electric Mist with the Confederate Dead ".  I knew she'd like it.  She loved it.  And in that moment, I decided to get her ALL of Burke's Robicheaux novels.  Why not? He's genius.  And if she was going to read the series, well then, I needed to re-read it- in part for the 3rd time.  This decision was bolstered when Marianna told me that the woman to whom she gifted Neon Rain because she had expressed an interest in / affection for Burke, didn't remember the next day that she had been given the book.  I'm seeing that waiting to start a book club until I am in an Assisted Living facility might be a bad idea.  So - I'm re-reading but am woefully far behind her.  This is, in part, by necessity as we are sharing books and sometimes, she isn't returning them one at a time.  All of this is just background. I finished Burning Angel 4? 6? weeks ago.  Closed the book and asked m...

 Blue Earth, MN Sidewalk chalk art.  I wonder how many different pictures they put up each year?  If you stop, let me know what you see, please.

  Yes, that is the Jolly Green Giant's skirt you are looking up.  He's big.  Pretty, pretty, pretty big.  I'll put another photo for context.  That's the 3 of us.  Another guest offered to take a photo - which was a really good idea.  I had alread tried setting off the 10 sec self-timer and running to join the group on the dais.  Twice.  I think I made it to the back of the stand but I couldn't get up the stairs and in place - even for the 3rd shot.  (Note- I was willing to give it another try.)

 Are you able to guess which I am.  Yes, the one with the cool new shorts!

 Yes.  That is a snickerdoodle cookie.  While it may be my second favorite cookie, it is the one that carries the most love.  No one made snickerdoodles in my family - but one winter day while I was at OSU, I received a care package full of love and snickerdoodles.  Those were the best snickerdoodles EVER.  I think it was all that extra-love.  Thank you. Today's snickerdoodle came home from "Family Consumer Science" class with Zupe.  Poor kid.  He doesn't eat cookies but each year he has to bake them.  Maybe I should tell him that sending a box of cookies to a distant friend is the best long distance hug that friend could ask for.

 If you go back and review (August 18), you will note that after Wisconsin Dells our next stop was Athens, MN and The Spam Museum.  We were cutting the time close and had only an hour to spend Spamming.  It was enough.  The museum was worthwhile with serious Spam history (WW II), Spam geography (Hawaii, Australia, Japan...), Spam pop-culture (Monty Python, Broadway) and just for fun Spam.  It could ONLY have been Better if the Spamettes carrying around various flavored samples of hot Spam had been dressed in black and white miniskirts (to match the floor) and roller skates.  (I should contact them!)  Below, enjoy a taste of The Spam Museum.

  I dreamed we had a pet spider.  Not a tarantula, but one of those whitish-you-almost-can't-see it spiders that find our home a favorite abode.  And the spider - not sure it had a name- didn't live in a cage, but was a free-range spider in our house.  (I think this was Zupe's idea.)  Our spider had spent a week away at camp.  Spider camp? and was back.  It was so glad to see us. It dropped down from a silk from the ceiling in front of our faces.  It wanted to crawl up on my finger.  (I am NOT a spider person.  I once threw a baby gate at a spider skuttling across the carpeting late one night while I was watching Saturday Night Live.  I cannot imagine how I am emotionally surviving this pet!)  Since the spider was being so friendly, I thought I'd take its picture.  I took a portrait.  Just her face. (Wow! This new dream camera has some great zoom lens!)  Ended up being not what I wanted.  There were two imag...

Once upon a time - like when I was still in high school - my father built a section of fence.  The tall boardy kind of fence.  About 6 feet high.  It extended east from the edge of the garage and ran parallel to the fence row.  I do not know WHY he built this fence.  One day I'll dig through old photos and show you what it looked like.  If I'm successful, I'll add it to this post, as well.   But that isn't the story.  That fence is long gone. Growing against that fence was a plant that was brought over from my grandparents' farm.  We called it Loevy's Lace Vine.  (I have NO IDEA how to spell Loevy.  The name is pronounced Low - vee.  If I spell it Lovy, you will likely think it is Love- ee.  A search of Google is no help.  There are people with the surname Loevy, however.)  It grew immense and bloomed like crazy in late summer and early fall.  My best guess was that it was a   "Sweet Autumn Cl...

  So, for like a week - maybe more- maybe a lot more - I had the feeling, whenever I opened the drawer which holds my placemats and napkins or the cupboard below where the pots and pans and housed, that I was smelling something dead.  I couldn't see anything and on Sunday I took EVERYTHING out of both places and found NOTHING.  Weird.   Since it was not Monday and Kevin was visiting, I thought I would try once again to use the dishwasher.  My cousin Steve and I had loaded it up on Poultry Days in June to find that soon after the cycle commences the dishwasher displayed an error message, started flashing blue lights, and dinging quietly but persistently.  As suggested in the guide, we cleaned the filters (which - for the record - I had cleaned thoroughly at a time approximate to my last use of the dishwasher months previously.  Turning off the light and bell - which with enough time starts to make you feel like you are living in a Poe story - requi...