Coop's Corner: On This Day .....And A Pie Revision

Sunday, December 9, 2018

On This Day .....And A Pie Revision

As crazy and as frustrating as the Big G can be at times, especially with their Photos, I've been getting a kick out of their Look Back In Time reminders in Photos. This photo was how our world looked on December 9, 2012.

Not so today, December 9, 2018 as you'll see below.

This week my sprocket arrived for the Himalaya, cleared Customs to arrive in Minnesota.

The old one with honest to goodness Wisconsin soil still present ....

Way back in late summer, I was made aware (thanks Peg) that the Good Lovelies would be performing at the Sheldon, numerous tickets were bought for family and a shout out to many friends to join us for some fine music. Mark and Erin decided that a nicely sized group of us should enjoy dinner across the street at the St. James Hotel. We did, it was, the food outstanding in the elegant Port Dining Room. I had to try the Osso Buco, Peg went with the scallops. I saw some very tasty looking mussels around our big table as well.

Here's a corner of the evening menu....

Plenty of time for good fellowship and a glass of wine, then we all walked across the street where we met the rest of our family, in the lobby of the St. James. The women and their band were as and sounded as lovely as ever; they have fun, we have fun. They started their holiday tour in Kingston, ONT (Karen?) and will soon be in far northwestern Whitehorse.

Yesterday it was up to Diamond's for coffee and a bit of shopping on the way home. I spent the afternoon in the garage working with the bikes and threatened a ride Sunday afternoon.

The Sunday afternoon ride did in fact occur and it felt great to be out and on a machine.

2 eagles in the tree right at the end of this one .....

From atop Point No Point, looking downriver to Lake City.

There always seems to be at least one Subaru in the parking lot....today there were two. :)

Through the campground loops....

One of our neighbors and his daughter out for some exploring along the edge.

The Deputy and I had a nice talk and then the hikers came up to say hello.

I'll be back when it's thicker than 3"....it would/could be fun right now though!

There have been some rescues, some sinkings.... hopefully no more of that. You can see the area off the point; a shallower area where the river flows faster.

In the quiet, lovely Frontenac Cemetery.....

A very nice day and more days before Christmas with highs right around 30....we'll take it.

Richard predicted it and he was right....the Pie needed amending. Rather than the sidecar rig being behind the VStar by only one mile, it has shot ahead by 11. If only I'd have put one more mile on for the year....some relatively mild weather predicted between now and Christmas. :)

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motormikeDecember 9, 2018 at 9:01 PM
Dinner was nice.. but the Old Town Inn, Westby, Wis., does filet mignon better... The Good Lovelies was well worth the evening. They seemed to be genuinely enjoy preforming.
How well does the sidecar preform with all that global warming..? Much sliding..? I'll assume with FI it starts well.
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RichardMDecember 9, 2018 at 9:24 PM
With your moderate temperatures, the sidecar rig could make a run for 2nd place. If only it was a bit faster…
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SonjaMDecember 10, 2018 at 3:25 AM
I had put some rather unspectacular 300 miles on the clock of my Harley, and keep pondering about selling it. Good on you to keep them all rolling.
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MikeDecember 11, 2018 at 7:39 PM
Thought you were going to revise eating pie.
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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

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