Coop's Corner: Overbooked

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Overbooked

Today's plans were too many, too close together.

The things that didn't happen.....

I didn't take Lauren to the airport, Peg did.
Plans were to get up to Mpls for a Diamond's coffee, never made it.
Mike's unveiling (his acquisition's unveiling) at Marty's
Last but not least, my annual 3rd weekend in July Lorem Ipsum in Viroqua.

Things that DID happen.....

After weeks of no progress, Katlyn's Tack Cabinet finally saw some more nails, glue and fewer pieces to keep track of.

By mid-afternoon, I got out. 10 minutes before I left, I had no idea which key I was going to turn or which direction I'd head. The KLR was closest to the door and when I got to the end of the driveway, I turned right.

Along the Zumbro River, canoes, tubers and fisher people......these guys agreed that it was a great day to be "bikin' or floatin'"

Plainview's Lakeside Packing, peas being dumped.

Through some Amish neighborhoods, the shocks of grain all obediently standing sentinel.

For the first time in many trips going near, I rode up to Buena Vista Park above Alma this afternoon. The nearby farmers were busy chopping hay.

I walked out to the overlook .......Lock and Dam No. 4 below.

and thought I heard something that wasn't made in Milwaukee show up in the parking lot. My first thought was that this most likely was the same one that joined us last weekend at the Guzzi Rally in Elkader but I was wrong. This new Honda and rider were from Madison.

We had a lot to talk about and were mostly wrapping things up when Mr. Curtis Knoll joined us for a chat and chat he did. Your time and thoughts shared were a treasure Mr. Knoll and yes, we'll make every effort to continue Drinking Milk and Eating Cheese.

The politics discussion was just getting underway when Madison and I got a break after these other riders showed up to discuss tractors.

Stopped in Pepin at the Garden Pub, dining outside with another extremely tasty burger.

Stayed on the Wisconsin side for another Lake Pepin loop, stopped here for a photo of the lake and Point No Point. We live over there, just off the photo to the left.

12 comments:

EricJuly 16, 2016 at 10:20 PM
Doug, for all that didn't happen, looks like you had a great day!
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motormikeJuly 17, 2016 at 7:00 AM
.. time with family is more important then the things that " didn't happen "... and thanks for clarifying Mike's acquistion unvieling...and not Mike's unvieling... the visual of that is disturbing :)
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SonjaMJuly 17, 2016 at 4:20 PM
If this "nothing happened today", I'd like to see one of those days, when "something" happens... ;-)
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AnonymousJuly 17, 2016 at 8:48 PM
Nice to meet you at Buena Vista, Redwing. Thank god those Milwaukee twin folks showed up or we'd still be in that parking lot

-Madison (aka willycrash)
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TrobairitzJuly 18, 2016 at 12:13 PM
You may not have gotten everything on your list accomplished, but you squeezed in time for a ride so it is all good.
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VStar LadyJuly 20, 2016 at 9:10 PM
Looks like a very good ride indeed for a mid afternoon start.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayJuly 20, 2016 at 9:26 PM
It's silly really but my habit (it seems to be?) and preference is to start early and then by late afternoon, I'm fading and faded. Saturday I decided to do it more like I used to (younger) and ride into the evening.

Not very often that I take advantage of a headlight in the PM....did you notice??? Photos like that have been few and far between.
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"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)