Coop's Corner: Father's Day 2022

Monday, June 20, 2022

Father's Day 2022 - 2022/06/19

A relatively quiet, hot, windy day to enjoy being a father. I spent time remembering mine, his father's father as well. They've both given me a great deal, something they likely wondered about at times but came to know for certain. Both of them missed, a good day for shared memories while our son and I toodled around on some back roads on two wheels.

Peg is working in Amsterdam this week, Ben is home and keeping me from becoming too sloppy while his mom is away. A call from each of Ben's sisters, in Lauren's case a text (a second one too!) 7 time zones to the east. In my mind, as good as Dad's Day needs to be.

Ben and I started with a scooter ride to breakfast....bet you didn't know that it was Honda Scooter Day!!

You'd really need to be paying attention to your calendar to appreciate the fact.

So that took care of early eats. We rode those machines home and swapped them for a couple others. On our way back, we just happened to catch Larry out in the driveway cleaning the last of the morning's bugs off from his Chief. 160 miles already for the day, he would soon be hosting family to celebrate their Father's Day complete with grandchildren.

Do you remember Larry? 452K+ miles on his bike, could easily be 453K since today is Monday. I'm sure that he was out before it got hot.

I mentioned that my '86 Honda Elite 250's mileage X 10 was close to his. Larry was mildly impressed.

Ben and I got home, had a few things to put in the frig and then we were out for another Wisconsin loop, this time crossing north of Lake Pepin rather than south of.

A refreshing beverage stop at....you guessed it!

From River Falls, a nice clockwise loop ending up in East Ellsworth. We didn't even go through Ellsworth first. It was a direct shot to the East Side.

We got some...

Regular, Dill, Bacon Hickory and Blueberry Curd Bratwurst. As of this writing, it can be said that we are not quite out of cheese curds. Bratwurst tonight.

Last night I grilled a Sirloin and our last T-Bone, Ben did the fries and I harvested what I could from the garden. Time to order another bundle from Scholze Family Beef in Humbird Wisconsin.

These were harvested the other day, our first from the garden.

That afternoon I enjoyed a sandwich that I haven't had in years!

More radishii from the garden, this our first leaf lettuce, all enjoyed with our Steak and Fries.

Capped off with one of the varieties of ice cream that Peg kindly whipped up before heading to Europe. This is the rhubarb ice cream, she made chocolate and strawberry as well. The strawberry very good, flavorful without being too sweet. The chocolate is rich beyond rich and impossible not to enjoy. Even so, I'm a huge fan of the Pie Plant as dad use to say. That lovely rhubarb flavor without being overly sweet.

Creamy goodness!

That's about it for now, the sprinklers were on in the garden at first light to beat our extreme heat. There will be more flyovers of the garden to share with Peg, proof that I can handle myself while she's away.

There's a video being uploaded about our Saturday Breakfast ride, 4 of us in attendance. It will be my next Post, backwards in time. I'm hoping that it finishes uploading before the weekend because we have plans.

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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)

Monday, June 20, 2022

Father's Day 2022 - 2022/06/19

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