Makes me think of a crowd and my blog theme- ” place with a trace of humanity”
Last Spring my sister and I went with Erika’s parents, Donald and Marlene as they were shopping around for a camper or trailer for their retirement.
Here is what we found at one of the RV Sales Lots.
I can’t add it to my “Urban Madonna” collection as it is just north of Columbus, Ohio so more like
“Country or Rural Madonna”
I need to gather up my knitting bag, the computer bag and the camera bag- pack the suitcase- load the car. And the grocery bag with the sock monkeys that the girls helped me stuff but still need to be handstitched. The eyes embroidered. The tails attached.
I’ll be heading home in a few hours. A 3 1/2 hour drive. Just can’t sleep.
The Summer unstructured time has been grand.
Although I’m up at four today, setting the alarm for 5:15 is going to be the tricky part. Getting up tomorrow for the familiar drive to school. The freshman will come on Friday so that gives me a couple of days of clerical time and Prof Dev meetings. All students start on Monday.
Here’s the pastry case and breakfast from Sunday’s brunch at La Chatelaine after church.
Trombonists of The Best Damn Band in the Land of The Ohio State University.
“It is one of the few all-brass and percussion bands in the country, perhaps the largest of its type in the world” wikipedia
TBDBITL is in the media a lot lately, most of it negative and all of that mess is being sorted out but-
Just look at what happened after the Ohio State Swim Club Swim Banquet.
Today as we left the McCorkle Aquatic Pavilion we saw this fine group of band members headed our way.
Now if there are four steadfast and loyal fans in Ohio, it is my grandchildren. Even Michael our native Floridian in his Orange and Blue.
Jack did his rendition of “dotting the i “and taking a bow which gave them a chuckle.
Then Jack (a native Buckeye) asked if they could play Hang on Sloopy (Wes Farrell /Bert Russell 1964 song) and they complied. As they played, Jack did the motions O-H-I-O with his arms and body.
What fun. A cool memory and experience for us all. but especially the kids.
Michael sporting his U of Florida colors
The scarlet and gray plumes had to be covered in plastic due to the rain.
Jack’s swim towel served as a banner as the trombonists posed with the grandchildren.
The Ohio State University band members received iPads yesterday that have an app that will have the formations that they execute so masterfully. Of course I had to ask how they learned them so well and it used to be charts on paper. Now it will be on iPads.
Four years ago the kids marched to the drums at the tryouts and I posted a blog about that in August 2010 so some of these trombonists were at that very tryout I photographed.
And here they are in concert last year so no watching their amazing marching but it’s the song
Laura and James were leaving after Sunday dinner at Mark and Erika’s.
I said, “Grab Penny and I’ll take your photo” as the sun was setting and it was such a nice light.
And when I looked on the computer screen, there was Henry the Airedale, peering out of the storm door.
I can’t read his mind but there are several captions possible.
Penny was watching the neighbor instead of me.
A few months ago, I was knitting a little baby blanket which called for 4 skeins of yarn. My granddaughter Anna loved how the blanket felt to her touch.
She asked if I could make her a blanket. A big one. Certainly.
Eleven skeins later (and a lot of time sitting in the knitting bag, not being knit) summer break from school and a few long swim meets ( I perfected knitting a toasty blanket in 90 degree weather by draping it on an adjacent chair) the handknit blanket got finished!
I was returning home today (Tuesday) and completed the final stitch at yesterday’s swim meet. Phew! Anna would ask me how her blanket was coming along. I promised myself, I wouldn’t start another new project until this one was complete.
When we got home, Anna put it in the washing machine and sat and watched it for awhile. She set it for “quick wash” and then it had to be dried. it’s 100% man- made polyester (I know some knitters will disapprove it’ s not made with natural fibers )
But she said she didn’t like it, she LOVES it!
What else could a grandmother wish?
Monday night at the washing machine. Watching the time.
Tuesday morning. Piano practice.
The blanket reminds me of a chenille bedspread from the 1950’s. It is soft and squishy. Because the yarn is variegated, the color falls in random splotches.
Bernat Pipsqueak Yarn, Color Sittin’ Pretty
Pattern is the old basic dishcloth. Knit on the diagonal
Cast on 4 stitches.
K 2, YO, Knit to end. Repeat until half your yarn is used.
Then to decrease. K 1, K2 together, YO, K2 together, knit rest of row. Repeat until last four stitches then bind off.
Tonight on the way home from another swim meet, Erika was driving.
And then I saw the lineman working (at 8:44PM), the dark silhouette against the light sky. Camera on my lap from the swim meet. Lens cap off. Click.
Shot from the passenger seat with the 70-200 mm L series lens. At the intersection of Africa Road and Lewis Center Road, where they are widening the intersection.
The night before I had a similar shot of Michael riding the zip line
As the pool closed, Anna spotted a floating Barbie doll. Where? I had to ask as I didn’t see it right away.
Contrasting styles of shoes at the pool.
and a couple of swim moms with contrasting patterns
I had the camera already as I was photographing Mark grilling trout on a cedar plank. The late afternoon light was perfect.
Maura was running running running.
Old Grandma photographed her but Maura didn’t think anything of it and ignored my shooting.
Picked up Laura for lunch at the Brown Bag Deli in German Village, Columbus OH.
We had a glass bottle of 1/2 Tea 1/2 Lemonade, some Cape Cod Kettle Chips and a dill pickle on the side.
Tuna Melt reminds me of my friend Joanne and also my childhood. As I remember they were on an English Muffin half then.
My mother’s parents, Charlotte and Judd Van Sickle, were real bird watchers and kept a life list of all the birds they saw. Cousin John still has the list and maybe I can get him to guest blog it sometime.
I thought of my grandparents as I watched the finches gather in to dine. Only one brave finch stayed to eat as I crept around with my 70-200 lens and camera. They were attuned to an intruder but this one stayed to eat anyway.