Memorable week

 

We had a memorable week.  There was a death to be mourned, a gathering of friends and a visit with Shannon.  I cannot escape the thoughts that still resonate with me.  A man I know well lost a son, a best buddy and confidant.  This guy had a pretty good life from my estimation, loving family, grandchildren and pretty good health.  To see him weeping and crushed surrounded by his family and friends is uncharacteristic of his usual calm and engaging manner.  To have your youngest taken from you is such a bitter surprise.  My thoughts of him still stay.

I am reminded that life is a series of fleeting moments and tomorrows are not guaranteed.  This family will be forever changed but will carry on.  

Our wonderful neighbors threw their annual summer bash this year with a live band, lots of food and friendship.  I am so pleased to be invited.  Brought cookies and was told they were asked about.  Shannon came and had marvelous time will the eats and the music

Christopher, one of her housemates had a birthday party too.  We attended at the home of his mother.  Again more good eats and company.  I got to interact with folks and have a great time.  

Today having coffee with Rose and Janine at Mother Handsome.  It's been awhile.  Lots of catching up to do.  

Saw an inspiring film on Netflix last night.  From 2024, called Ordinary Angels. This is a true story  taking place in Louisville.  Worth a watch.  

(Judy and Shannon at Christopher's party)

Harry has eaten

Harry has eaten.  It's before 7 o'clock.  It's a very cool morning.  My tomatoes are still green but turning slowly some other color.  I am growing impatient about it.   Judy is going with Shannon for her official wheelchair fitting this morning. More meetings will be required.  I am going to breakfast with my cronies at The Avenue.  Harry has noticed me from the couch.  He is getting old and fearful in his age like someone suffering from dementia.     Buzzing summer flies send him into a panic and into his crate.  The slightest animal sound enrage him into a barking tirade. 

We went to a birthday party for Christopher, one of Shannon's housemates.  He is turning 38.  The event was held at his mother's house which is quite near us about 10 minutes away.  He is a nice young man, but a little bossy.  Dear Anthony is like his older brother.  They fight and argue like brothers do.  It's a lovely home, in a sprawling ranch style with a kidney shaped pool in the back.  Food was good and the company was good.  Anthony brought Shannon and David who ate up a storm.

It's the next day and a cool morning.  Being old with lots of time on my hands, I have tine to contemplate the world around me.  Much of that time I spend thinking about where  do I belong.  Where do I fit?  Through many generations society has separated us into groups, some based on age, ethnicity, on racial backgrounds, on sexual preferences.  These groupings don't often cross paths except in the workplace.  We rarely reveal our true selves.  There are conversations that are not held because everyone is too uncomfortable.  Revealing the truth has historic pains that are kept hidden.  Can we be friends without being truthful?  I do ponder that question.

new bridge

So we have a new bridge between Canada and the United States.  It's being named after a legendary Hockey player from Ottawa Ontario that made his name in Detroit playing for the Red Wings.  its a fitting name for an international bridge between our two countries that have had friendly and compatible relations for about 100 years.  We have always gotten along, Detroiters going to Windsor ON and vice versa.  We travel to their more cosmopolitan cities like Toronto to eat the food and see the sights.  Judy and I did our honeymoon trip there.  It's fitting that an international bridge should be named after an international guy playing a sport both countries embrace, at least in this region.

On the eve of its opening, our dear leader is imposing 50 percent tariffs on Canadian goods stating that their trade policies treat our country unfairly.  The owner and operator of the competing bridge, the Ambassador,  contributed handsomely to this administration's last campaign.  The new span will cost them revenue. 

In my younger days, I worked for his dad Matty at Central Transport and was around when the purchase was made. Matt Moroun, the current company president was a toddler wandering around the office when I worked there.  It was the seventies.  Hair was long and music was loud.  We had closeted gay men in our department that became my close friends.  

I hope this edifice opens as planned later this month. The region needs this crossing for ease of trade

Slightly cooler today.  Off for a walk and Trader Joes for supplies. 

Clyde Ohio

Thanks to the kindness of my sister and her husband John, we took delivery of a vehicle yesterday.  I am still trying to wrap my head around the enormity of this act.  

This is us on the front approach of their home in Clyde, OH, John's boyhood home.  This little town is the sister city to Fremont OH which is the home of Rutherford B. Hayes the 19th president of the US in the post Reconstruction phase of history.  The impact of this gift is overwhelming.  It gives us back our freedom which was really altered by the loss of the other car.  

So we go to these little towns in the sunshine and the calmness of the outdoors. It smells good. People are friendly. There are no sirens blaring up and down the streets.  Everybody knows everyone else.  Generations intertwine.  You buy the corn from this stand rather than the other because the soil is better on one side of the road.  They have these large. onions called candy onions.  The prices for the produce might be a little higher than at Meijers, but these folks need to make a living.  Their hands planted and harvested the crops and put them in the boxes.  

It's a place where you can understand that folks come back to.  Offspring go off to college, make a living and return.

Son Jonathan did an ad for Grand Rapids Community College promoting work in the trades, his being HVAC.  A pretty snappy photo I think.  Got the surprise this this morning.  He has his mother's good looks.

try this again

Out walking before the heat comes in today, listening to the Beach Boys and thinking of my mis spent youth.  We all wanted to be on the sunny sands and to be attractive to girls with long flowing blonde hair.  Before sunscreen, we were all working on our tans in backyards listening to Fun,Fun, Fun and She Loves You on our transistor radios.  Music of our day reminds us we were young once and had aspirations.  The music still sounds good.  Every generation I think  has a similar experience.

We lost Joyce a few days ago. She is seated second from the left. A woman with NYC origins, as tough as nails, never holding back on her opinions.  She was Judy's favorite sparing partner.  Neither would shy away, each always ready to throw it back in each others face and then laugh like hell.  Joyce loved Harry our dog and he loved her. We all lived together at Oxford Towers for about 3 years. 

Bea from somewhere in Mass, was cut from the same cloth, not suffering fools kindly.  98 lbs. soaking wet supported by a fancy walker, she and Joyce were full of routines, always looking put together.  She left us a couple of months back,  reaching 97.

Heat is building up for the day moving to almost 100 degrees.  Us old people need to stay hydrated and drink even when not thirsty.  

Do your best to stay cool today.

 

Early walk

Out walking before the heat comes in today, listening to the Beach Boys and thinking of my mis spent youth.  We all wanted to be on the sunny sands and to be attractive to girls with long flowing blonde hair.  Before sunscreen, we were all working on our tans in backyards listening to Fun,Fun, Fun and She Loves You on our transistor radios.  Music of our day reminds us we were young once and had aspirations.  The music still sounds good.  Every generation I think  has a similar experience.

We lost Joyce a few days ago. She is seated second from the left. A woman with NYC origins, as tough as nails, never holding back on her opinions.  She was Judy's favorite sparing partner.  Neither would shy away, each always ready to throw it back in each others face and then laugh like hell.  Joyce loved Harry our dog and he loved her. We all lived together at Oxford Towers for about 3 years. 

Bea from somewhere in Mass, was cut from the same cloth, not suffering fools kindly.  98 lbs. soaking wet supported by a fancy walker, she and Joyce were full of routines, always looking put together.  She left us a couple of months back,  reaching 97.

Heat is building up for the day moving to almost 100 degrees.  Us old people need to stay hydrated and drink even when not thirsty.  

Do your best to stay cool today.

 

Tomatoes are doing fine

 

Lacking a better word, I say that weather has improved and we are normalizing our summer.  Just got watering the tomatoes and the other foliage not having rain for the last day or so.  Going to the gym to beat off some of the inner hostility and try to brighten my mood. Spoke to my new 50 year old friend Lamont down the street yesterday.  Learned of his aspirations for his home.  He and his wife have married for about 2 years.  The recent storm took the tree in front of their house.  The branches and trunk were chopped up and are on the city property to be picked up.  

We have had a frequent visitor, a doe and her baby dining on our plants. Somehow thats ok because it is a family gathering nourishment.  I am fine with that and see it as a natural part of life that I still try to understand and comprehend. Sadly, the momma deer was hit by some driver.  Her remains sit in the pile of tree debris waiting to be collected by the city. Whereabouts of the baby are unknown. Its survival is questionable. 

Even though this event comes as no surprise,  hoping for a more perfect world,  I am crushed that this mom is no more.  What about the baby?  There is nothing to be done but carry on.  

Our planet fitness has updated some of their equipment.  I was very satisfied with the old  equipment knowing how it operated and felt on my body.  The new stuff has rep counters that I don't need.  But ii is again something new for me to learn,  probably a good thing. 

About to make some lunch.