Angry people are not always wise.
~ Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
When I was young, and quite possibly stupid, I would become passionate in my anger during some of the arguments between M and myself. Consequently, objects (and implements) were known to suddenly take flight (and no, we did not have a poltergeist living with us). When I saw this sign while out on our walk yesterday, I laughed and laughed, thinking how fun it would be to have such a sign in my kitchen. I no longer throw things out of anger, but the occasional implement has been known to go flying out of my klutzy hands when I’m prepping food.
You can’t possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It’s absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.
~ Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
Oscar Wilde wasn’t quite right. Vegetarians (and people like that) don’t go without their dinners either (most of the time), but I imagine some people don’t consider a vegetarian meal a true meal in and of itself (and would probably walk away from the table hungry because they don’t consider it a true meal). The other thing he didn’t mention is that some vegetarians forget all about photographing their meals and find themselves nearly finished eating before they do remember. Ooops. Too late.
We started the day here in the Bogs with some thick, soupy fog. I could not see the pond at all for a little while.
I’ve been keeping busy since my last post. Friends who were on their way to Chicago from eastern Pennsylvania arrived early yesterday evening. M and I took them to Akron where we celebrated happy hour at 69 Taps, listened to a Blues Brothers tribute band (The Alabama Blues Brothers) at Lock 3, and had grilled cheese sandwiches at The Lockview (where they specialize in grilled cheese sandwiches). After all that fun, we came back to Breezy Acres and sat on the deck for a little while enjoying the night sky, the fireflies, a small glass of J’s homebrewed beer, and the good company.
Last week I blogged about supporting the economy by buying local and supporting your local businesses. My lovely daughter-in-law stopped by with a comment and a link about The 3/50 Project. I had not heard of it. Thank you, Merdi, for the info and the link. If you have not heard of it, or you have but you’ve forgotten about it, please take a moment or two to check it out. Even better, participate if you can. It’s a wonderful idea.
As you know, my weekend was filled with beans and the processing of beans. But it’s not all work and no play around here. Sometimes it’s a combination of the two.
The car was due for its 30,000-mile check-up/tune-up. M scheduled it for Saturday morning. I decided to go along to keep him company and because he enticed me with a walk in Kent and breakfast at Wild Goats Café. It beats sitting around in the waiting room at the car dealership (even if they do have coffee and donuts, a large screen television, and plenty of periodicals to read).
The walk from the dealership to Wild Goats Café is exactly one mile. It was a nice little walk mostly on Main Street heading into Kent. The morning was sunny, hazy, and very warm but there are plenty of trees to provide some shade and there are actual sidewalks to walk upon (something we don’t have out here in the country). By noon it was feeling more hot than warm and we appreciated the shady spots even more than when we started out.
After a delicious breakfast (with plenty of iced tea) at Wild Goats, we walked over to the Franklin Mills Riveredge Park which is only about a block away from the café. The park follows the course of the Cuyahoga River through Kent and is named after the original settlement along the river. You may have heard of the Cuyahoga River. It’s famous for having caught on fire in the late 1960’s. It was at one time known as one of the most polluted rivers in the U.S.
It has always been my opinion that the shortest, easiest, and least expensive communication with the invaluable back country would be to let the courses and the distances be taken to the mouth of the Muskingum and up that river to the carrying place to the Cuyahoga, down the Cuyahoga to Lake Erie.
~ George Washington
The name Cuyahoga means “crooked river” in the language of the Iroquois. It is indeed a crooked river, as you can see from this map. The water quality has improved over the years thanks to a lot of hard work from a lot of hard-working people and, as far as I know, the river has not caught on fire since the 1960’s. (For those interested in such things, Great Lakes Brewing Company has a beer which I think was named for the Cuyahoga River: Burning River Pale Ale. It’s an excellent and wonderfully hopped ale.) Areas that were once devoid of fish now support 22 species.
The park has seen a lot of improvements since we moved to this area ten years ago, including the bypassing of the Kent dam (something that was not without controversy). One of the problems with the water quality in recent years has more to do with stagnation due to the dams along the river than it does with pollution (although I should point out that pollution continues with urban runoff and sewer overflows being two of the main sources). If interested, you can read more about the Kent dam project here.
It’s a nice little park. The dam, constructed in 1836 and having some historical significance (I read somewhere but can’t find it now that the dam is one of the oldest in Ohio), was left intact. The waterfall was reestablished by pumping recirculating river water through a trough around the lip of the dam.
We enjoyed our walk. There were other people out and about, enjoying the park. Some were playing in the river, cooling off.
We saw several turtles sunning themselves near the dam area. The water around the dam seems to suffer from some of the same problems we are having in our pond this year (pond weed and algae, oh my!). In a way, that was reassuring. It means our pond weed and algae problems are not unique to our pond and therefore not a result of something we did or did not do.
After exploring “Heritage Park” (the lower area that was “created” around the dam area when the dam was bypassed) and reading some of the interpretive signs highlighting some of the history of the dam and river, we climbed the stairs to the observation platforms and walkways.
I’m not sure how much more there was to explore as we didn’t stay too long or go too far. One of the things missing in that area of the park is a public restroom. I don’t know about you but if I drink lots of iced tea with my breakfast, I’m going to be in need of a loo at some point in time. So we made our way back to the dealership (where they have restrooms for their waiting customers — a good thing to have if you’re serving unlimited free cups of coffee).
You can tell where the dealership is located by looking up for the giant flag. I tried a search to find out why car dealerships fly giant flags but was unable to come up with a good answer other than what appear to be guesses such as to catch the eye of the customer in order to lure them in and to show their patriotism (which may be good guesses for all I know). I wonder if they started flying those behemoths around the time “buy American” became a popular theme in car advertisements?
We picked up the car, went to Hartville Market to see what the farmers had for sale, and then it was back home and back to work. M did some Project Patio work and I took on the rest of the beans.
(At the Hartville Market)
I think I would rather have been doing this:
But then, the beans wouldn’t have gotten processed and we wouldn’t have had that gorgeous stir-fry for dinner. It’s all connected in one way or another, isn’t it?
(140: The bridge. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
Last weekend M and I went for a short hike along the part of the Buckeye Trail that is near where we live. The trail looked as though it hasn’t been used for a while, overgrown in some sections and trees down in others.
There is a bridge on the main trail that crosses a small creek. It is not, as far as I know, a haunted bridge but it is, to me, a scary bridge.
In the years that we’ve been hiking this trail, the bridge has been slowly deteriorating. Not that it was in great shape the first time we crossed it, but at least the railings were still standing and the wooden slats felt as if they could hold some weight. Now when we cross it I hold my breath and go across very quickly, hoping that none of the slats crack and/or break.
It wouldn’t be a long fall and the creek doesn’t look that deep. Still, it presents an opportunity for injury. I wonder how the guy who mows the trail (when it gets mowed) feels about driving over the bridge. We might find the mower parked in the creek one day.
In other news…
(134: Shadows on the path. Lafayette Cemetery No. 1, New Orleans, LA. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
I’m not sure my photos will be particularly “haunted,” but I thought I’d work towards haunting. Even that might be a stretch since the cemetery pictures were all taken on a beautiful, sunny day.
That’s what sepia is for, I suppose. 😉
While touring Lafayette Cemetery No. 1, our guide mentioned that the tombs are pretty much like real estate. They are owned by families, and as a family moved up financially, they were able to buy, or have built, bigger, more elaborate tombs. I imagine it worked the other way as well.
In other news…
I’m glad I had the chance and the time to enjoy yesterday’s sunshine. We woke up to heavy rains again this morning and it looks like it will be raining for most of the day.
M and I went to the Akron Art Museum last night to see a couple of exhibits. M wanted to see Rethinking Art: Objects and Ideas from the 1960’s and 70’s. It’s a small but interesting exhibit that ends on October 4th. We had to pass through Familiar Faces: Chuck Close in Ohio Collections exhibit and ended up spending more time there than we thought we would. Some of the things he did to create his portraits and self-portraits were, to me, pretty amazing.
I enjoyed the Helen Levitt exhibition. Helen Levitt was a photographer who took most of her shots on the streets of New York City, capturing people doing the things that people do (living, working, playing, etc.). I found some of her images amazing and would love to see more someday.
We followed up our museum visit with a trip to Kent and the Water Street Tavern to check out Cajun Dave’s which recently opened there. M had the Shrimp Creole and I had the Crawfish Monica. I first had Crawfish Monica at JazzFest in New Orleans this past April. It was some yummy stuff. Cajun Dave’s didn’t disappoint. Their Crawfish Monica was also yummy. It’s not a sit-down type of restaurant. You order at the window and they’ll bring your food to your table or the bar (if you’re sitting at the bar). The food comes on plastic (disposable) plates with plastic forks. Both the prices (a bit high) and the plastic remind me of JazzFest. However, I did enjoy my dinner so I’m not complaining. In fact, I’d like to go back and try their muffeletta.