new house going up a quarter mile away
Miss Maya on our walk
In the nature preserve a mile away
our house and a sugar maple starting to change You a see one of my three Crimson Kings on the other side of the house
My first cauliflower that I grew It is actually orange
the peanut mobile visited our small local market
They recently converted a farm into a park a mile away in a different direction
Another sugar maple
part of the farm park
Another pond on my running route
With covid on the rise again no thanks to covidiots fueled by trump, the moms no longer want to meet inside. It was 50 degrees when I hosted the other night, thus the fire and blankets I made butter shrimp
No social distancing with my Granddog Kaya
Fall colors are especially nice this year though maybe they peaked last year while we were in Europe.
I start my run in semidarkness headed east for 2.5 miles trying to get to where I turn before the sun comes up to blind me. I run through a tunnel of trees that are especially pretty as the sun comes up. As it is no longer hot here, I've been able to run more but the increased winds and cold make biking not so fun.
When I Have Maya, I take her out for walks. Sadly the turkey flocks I come across early morning aren't around though we did see a dead snake on the road. She is still in Zoom school with no end in sight. Allie started her 2nd grade in person a few days ago only to be sent home because she had the sniffles. She wasn't allowed back until she had a negative covid test in hand. Shanna's 3rd and 5th grader go to school in person next week. No time line for the seventh grader. The university of Michigan students have been ordered to shelter in place as they are super spreaders. People are becoming more belligerent about their 'right' not to wear a mask and spread their germs around. Trump continues to have his packed maskless rallies. Does he win converts with these? I think not but he has an overriding desire to hear them cheering him on with every stupid statement and lie he spews. Until we get that vaccine, I see no end. Too bad, it could have been over in June if we weren't run by Idiots. And our mom meetings will go back to being zoomed which makes me sad.
Bobbing for apples. As some sort of camp prank I was blindfolded and asked to bob for apples, which I did. Then I was asked to do it again, and I put my face in a bowl of flour inside which stuck to my wet face. But why not bob for pears? I assume apples are cheaper due to their long shelf life though in many parts there are as many pear trees as apple trees. A perfectly ripe pear is the best fruit but rare. Apples and pears are in the same family (pomes) but one sinks and the other floats. Same gross structure inside, same amount of seed and seed arrangement, same number of cells but under an electron microscope, apples contain very thin arteries of air making them 25% air versus 8% for a pear.
Frost has killed two thirds of my annuals. I filled up 8 large bags with their carcasses, sad. But underneath the corpses, I found asters that I had planted but I didn't think they grew. Well they did. My mums are started to bloom so it won't be completely flowerless here. Petunias and snapdragons are more frosthardy
We do watch more TV now. We have been watching Babylon Berlin which takes place in 1928-29 Berlin, a very turbulent time with various political groups vying for power. Well we know which group ultimately came on top though that started in Munich. But they spared no expensive for the sets including extremely well choreographed cabaret scenes. One feature that particularly interested us was in their huge police station, they had a continuously running loop of no door elevators connecting the maybe eight floors in a device called a Pater noster, so called as it resembles rosary beads. One starts the rosary prayer with Pater Noster. This thing is also called 'the elevator of death'. It moves quite quickly giving you little time to decide when to hop off or on. Do they still have pater nosters? Well yes, especially in Eastern Europe. One is in Prague City Hall which we were actually in but I didn't notice it or knew to look. Steve remembers as a child panicking about when to get on a descending escalator. His mom had gone ahead. He just stood on the top crying. So falling down an escalator would be no fall but being crushed in between floors would be worse. I do remember being at the top of the Dupont circle subway station escalator in Washington DC thinking it wouldn't be good to trip now. It might be the country's longest escalator.
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