June 29th, 2015
As Ed Berger said, “Tryin’ is lyin’ cuz if you were tryin’ you’d be doin’ it!” So now, it’s time to try, once more with feeling!
True, I’ll never be able to replace my Selmer VI. Of all the things stolen while I was on my last trip before law school, which was pretty much everything I owned, the loss of my horn hurt the most of all. That was the worst of the high price I paid to go to law school and that last run to try to make some dough… sigh… that sure didn’t work. But Friday, driving around town, we stopped at a garage sale, and it was 50% off day. I found a workable cheap horn, workable and utilitarian, certainly nothing like my Mark VI. It has a leak somewhere in the low end but it’s an improvement on the others I’d found, ones that were way old, cool wall hangings but without that feel, not real playable, very old and creaky and leaky. Wishful thinking, I’d scored a preowned Beechler S5S without deep tooth marks a while back, and I’m set up with a box of weak LaVozs. I think this will be enough to let me know if my cracked teeth can handle this.
Whew, serious woodshed time! Neighbors will probably shoot me!
June 26th, 2015
Here are the actual Opinions (and the Dissents are … stunning… hilarious… OH… MY… DOG!):
Turns out our own Rep. Frank Hornstein has a tie to this — very cool:
I feel a personal connection to history today. Around a year after my Mom’s death in 1998, my father sold the Cincinnati home I grew up in to James Obergefell and John Arthur. A few years later I visited that home with my father, brother and sister and James and John gave us a tour, proudly showing off the renovations and improvements they made to the place. Scott Dibble’s text to me a few minutes ago says it all: LOVE WINS. Thank you James Obergefell for your courage and activism and may John Arthur’s name forever be a blessing
May 19th, 2015
A couple years ago, ALJ Kathleen Sheehy, now Hennepin County judge, was overseeing the public hearing for the CapX 2020 transmission project, and at one point, she threw up her hands, “ENOUGH ABOUT THE TREES!” and shut down a witness’s testimony about the impact of that project on his tree farm.
But FYI, Judge Sheehy, you can’t ever say enough about the trees… and shrubs and plants of all sorts. It’s horrible without them, and with some nurturing, they can come back. New trees are replacing the ones mowed down for the West Avenue project, the plants eaten down to the ground by those damn deer are growing back, seems like the deer are somewhere else this year, even the hostas are thriving. First load of rhubarb pulled and the rhubarb cheezecake was to die for, lasted all of about 24 hours.
From this, which really, really sucked:
To this — the City says they’ll be done with seeding by June 1, and I want to move a bunch of day lilies in on the boulevard:
And in the back, when the house was abandoned, the garage had a “dog door” and a fence, seems the poor dogs spent a lot of time out there (though there were dog poops on the attached garage roof, someone was letting them out the upstairs door. From the County Assessor file:
Cleaned up some to sell:
And now a shop, AC, heated, and water too!
Steiner’s grave under the hosta, with the pink bleeding heart and “liberal” (white one!), and the peony by the A/C over Tippicanoe.
Spireas were eaten to the ground by deer a couple years ago, and last year but not as much, and now they’re taking off!
Although one of the barberry shrubs from the other house didn’t survive:
And the honeysuckle is going nuts, the one on the other side is too shaded, but it’ll grow. Along the day lilies is where the drainage tube went all the way to the street, the City has been good about helping with drainage:
February 23rd, 2015
December 6th, 2014
One year ago — Bark & Ride Transport Polar Express
Here we go again! 21 dogs this time, including a nursing mother and her 8 pups, quite a van full. Off to shelter soon to pick up crates.
Over the years, I’ve had a lot of rescue dogs, and since I’ve moved to Red Wing, I’ve adopted Katze, Kenya, Krie, Kady, Little Sadie, and Summer. The only one left now is Little Sadie, who I hope has another decade of life. But there are so many dogs who need help. I’ve been on the Board of Humane Society for Goodhue County for a few years now, but that’s different than direct work for animals. Our grrrrrrls have been either from the shelter here in Red Wing (Katze, Krie, and Little Sadie), or from rescues who got them out of difficult or horrible situations. Kenya was in the middle of two divorces and left with no where to live twice in her five years before I got her. Kady came up from Georgia, on an I-95 transport, up to Marcus Hook to 6th Angel German Shepherd Rescue, and then fostered on Long Island as she recovered from heartworm treatment and, though her pup was adopted, she spent a year waiting for us — we were luck she was there and she decided she wanted to come home with us.
Anyway, we started doing occasional dog transports, the first, a year ago for the 2013 Polar Express, where we met Birdo:
And an adorable pile o’ pooping puppies (they seem to let loose about half an hour after transfer into the van!):
And then last July, Nora and another van full (there’s always got to be one lap dog, that’s Alan’s favorite part of this!):
So here we go, doing dog laundry and cleaning crates, on the road again!