Looking to get out of the house for a while we took a little drive around the area. A quick shop at Target for a couple of items and off we went to Olmsted Falls and their lovely East River Park. I hadn’t even considered that others might be in the park this overcast, cold, and snowy New Year’s Day but, as we entered the driveway, we were surprised to see the parking lot well-used. There’s a lovely hill at the southern boundary of the park with a nice, gentle slope down to an open field … perfect, today, for coasting (aka “sledding”). While especially popular with families and their little children (that gentle hill doesn’t give much speed to the sled) folks of all ages were having a great time, and you could tell that by the delighted screams and the smiling faces of sledders who were leaving for the day. There was, however, one somewhat sad sign of the times: in a space between the field and the parking lot stood a concrete trash barrel. Next to the trash barrel were piled the colorful remains of broken plastic sleds. When I was young, a sled was something you kept and used for years, perhaps even handing it down to one’s own children. It didn’t matter whether the sled was a wooden toboggan, a sled with steel runners, or a saucer-shaped metal disk, it was a durable item. Most of today’s sleds appear to be made of fairly thin molded plastic in a range of colors and shapes. The modern sleds (actually a type of toboggan) are fast and cheap, and so, fun and affordable. It’s just sad to see them broken and discarded at the end of the day. Coasting into 2013 we wish you a happy new year!
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For hours and hours the TV weather guys droned on about “Blizzard 2012” and how awful the storm was; that was despite the fact that it wasn’t a blizzard. Nor was it a “snowpocalypse” as some liked to call it. We had a heavy snowstorm and we in Northeastern Ohio are used to dealing with those. It wasn’t a picnic, either as the weather slowed us down and stopped some, but most of us got through it just fine. My drive home Wednesday evening was tricky but beautiful and today dawned cloudy over clear streets and revealed vistas of fresh snow. Though it made me a few minutes late, I simply had to stop and look around a bit in East River Park, Olmsted Falls.
Today was the winter solstice. In Northeastern Ohio the season arrived with howling predawn winds and snow. Around midday I took a little trip to the Lake Erie shore to see what those winds had stirred up. Unabated, the wind fiercely drove across the lake from the northwest at about 32 MPH picking up the waters and piling them on to the beach. Sand-tinted whitecaps rolled ashore and crashed on breakwalls. Whisps of snow snaked across the beach sand while spray was blown off the wave tops offshore. As I stood, freezing, icy bits of snow stung my face, my hands hurt from the cold. I watched and wondered at the awe-inspiring and frightening maelstrom and worked to capture the scene. After 15 minutes I fled to the shelter of my car. Yes, it was winter’s first day here and there was no doubt about it.
Curious about how the Geminid meteor shower was going, I stepped outdoors at around 10:00 last night. In the five to 10 minutes I stood in the cold air, I spotted three bright meteors and that’s under our light-polluted suburban skies! Reports were coming in from other areas of North America remarking on the quality of this year’s crop of meteors. And so, despite my fatigue, I set out with camera and tripod for points farther away from city lights. A dark parking spot along a road in Hinckley looked mighty good: there was no ambient light and I was south of a layer of thin, city-lit clouds. Not long after I’d set up, a car drove up, its lights bothering me. The car pulled into a nearby parking spot and the driver started a conversation. I thought it might be a policeman about to tell me to move along or a not-so-nice person out to pester me or worse! Turns out it was another would-be meteor watcher/photographer seeking darkness and a bit of reassuring companionship. This was good. So there we stood, out in the cold, quiet darkness comparing notes and experiences, snapping shutters, spotting a meteor here and another there. Now and again a sound was heard coming from the woods — deer? Occasionally commotion came from the direction of the lake — ducks and geese. Not creepy if you aren’t alone. Photographic efforts continued. Thing is, if your camera doesn’t happen to be aimed at the spot where a meteor zips by, you’re not going to get a picture of it … no matter how bright it was. I saw a Geminid cover half the sky, in the portion of the sky opposite where my camera was aimed. My companion and I suffered the same frustrations … aimed at the wrong space of sky at the wrong time to record bright streaks. So after maybe an hour, with cold feet and 117 photo exposures done, I said goodnight and we headed in our separate directions. I had seen more “falling stars” than I’ve seen in a good long time. Although I got no meteor images it was a beautiful night. From the southern horizon, up, was the brilliant star Sirius, then the grand constellation Orion, and up from there was planet Jupiter floating just above the Hyades star cluster. Above them all (though not in the photo I am displaying here) was the lovely Pleiades star cluster. Those pesky thin clouds, illuminated by street lights, formed patterns in the sky even where they did not completely cover it. That was my little midnight meteor-chasing adventure.
Back on Monday the morning was foggy, lending a wonderful soft mood to the landscape. I took a little drive that day hoping to find interesting scenes and wound up in a Cleveland Metroparks area. I continued my travels that day and headed south and into the rolling countryside. One of my favorite areas presented itself in a wholly different way from how I am accustomed to seeing it. A farmer’s grazing field showed off a pair of naked trees silhouetted against a featureless sky, foreground of colorful weeds and grasses and background veiled in fog. A weathered barn I love to look at was also set off by deep red-brown dead weeds made more colorful by heavy dew. It was a good morning to slow down and look around.
Today was the final work day on our kitchen remodel — time for grout. The guys from A&G arrived on time (as usual) and set straight to work. There were some adjustments to be made to cabinets, and door stops added to save the cabinet doors from damage if opened too far, one replacement door from Kraftmaid was installed but another arrived without provision for hinges! But the focus was on tile and grout: John mixed while Dan tidied up the cabinetry. Then Dan started in applying grout with John following, not far behind, wet-wiping the tiles, smoothing the grout lines. Then there was more wet-wiping followed by dry wiping, and dry wiping, and more dry wiping.
The transformation was fascinating to watch. By 2:00 they had finished, cleaned up, and packed up. We exchanged pleasantries and hand-shakes and they were — literally — heading off to the next job. We will have a bit more dry wiping to do but the kitchen is, essentially, complete and lovely, and ready for years of enjoyment. And, at long last, we get to move back into our living room!
Posting this, I’m unsure about how to number the project day. The A&G guys were only here half a day but it’s a full step forward in the project. I’ll call it Day 9 1/2 but it really feels “bigger” because the tile backsplash was put up this day. Dan and John efficiently worked together spreading the tile adhesive, fitting the pieces, and pressing the glass tiles into place. What a difference! This particular tile is hard to describe: it has a matte finish, a warm tone, but looks quite different under different lighting conditions and at different angles. Application of the grout will finish the tiling and the kitchen project, and that’s due Friday. Right now, however, we can really comprehend how the kitchen will look and it’s looking mighty good!
















