Political Leanings
A gathering on campus featuring Senator Tammy Baldwin and past and future Senator Russ Feingold.
A gathering on campus featuring Senator Tammy Baldwin and past and future Senator Russ Feingold.
Backyard hill garden being transformed into a patch of berry bushes.
What was an unappealing eyesore of perennials, herbs, and weeds is being transformed into a patch of berry bushes. Began digging in the a.m. but gave up due to high humidity and intense sun (in spite of a nice northerly breeze). Finished up once the sun was over the yardarm. Pulled out a barrow full of roots.
Also today, we applied for new passports (an expensive pain), and voted.
Voting was scary. I saw the Trump/Pense bubble right above the Clinton/Kaine bubble and I worried the ink might splash up. I checked the bubbles, and then rechecked them, and I am sure I voted properly.
Having voted early, do you think I might be able to vote a few more times? I am one of "those people."
Hu-mid, and mid eighties? Indian summer on steroids.
Conditions not favorable for consideration of anything resembling work. Ripping south wind now...perhaps blowing the humidity to higher latitudes, or somewhere else.
Warm and horribly humid.
Above, Emerson esker, named after a Norwegian immigrant who built a log cabin on it in the 1850s, cleared the land and wrested a living from it, had four children, got caught up in the Civil War, and died in its last days, sometime in 1864. (An esker is a winding ridge of gravel deposited by glacial meltwater.)
Here's the Emerson cabin, built of larch logs. (Note: the eavestrough is a modern addition.)
Heavy deluge last night. Farm fields flooded, making the corn harvest a sticky business. Today, warm, still, and, as I said, incredibly humid. We actually had to run the air conditioner, here in the last half of October.
It was busy but still fun.
Mimi made the traditional roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy dinner, with apple pie—well appreciated by everyone.
Warm and highly humid day, sauna-like.
...followed by south wind and big warmup.
Afternoon at Victoria Lane playing with Ellie, Maddie, and Becca. Bike ride to middle school play ground.
Perhaps.
Patches of frost were sighted in Starin Park this morning, but the resident rosemary, under the redbud on the back patio, felt no ill effects.
The average annual frost date for this part of Wisconsin is October 15, so we are pretty much on schedule. And when or if the thermometer reaches 70 degrees after a frost, it's Indian summer. There is almost nothing nicer than Indian summer.
Abby, Katy, and Will here for some fun and frolic enroute to the apartment in Milwaukee where they will be camping out for about a week while the floors in their house are redone. Pumpkin patch and bike rides rained out, but pingpong filled in admirably. For a bit Abby and I went exploring at the Fuzzy Pig (one of the oddest stores in Wisconsin) while Mimi played with Katester and William, Uno on one hand and checkers on the other.
Sometime later, during a break in the rain, Ab and Kate roamed through the remnant garden and discovered three more squash and nine gnarled gourds.
Say this one fast:
"Nine gnarled gourds aren't nearly enough."
Big cold front. We gave the furnace a brief test-run (just to ward off the damp).
...and it's nice to have two. Settling back into fall and winter mode, here at Whitewater house.
Eight Russ signs at present--soon to be nine.
Really Not So Bad Day.
Six hours of dirty work and heavy lifting--the dreaded annual shutdown. And then, when you need to take a shower, there isn't one.
Opening day is much more fun.
Thanks to Sue for photos.
(sorry F. Scott). But if you like sailing and swimming; silence and seclusion; wind, waves, and weather; birds, bears, and bats; frogs, friends, and family; this particular place comes pretty close to perfection.
And now, the days here are numbered. In fact, you could count them on one finger.
Chilly today. Down into the 30s tonight. Yes, it seems to be time to either dig into the mud or head south.
Thanks to Sue for some of the photos.
...autumn afternoons (sorry, Emily).
Wild west wind. Scattered clouds racing across the blue sky, dropping occasional scatters of rain.
Road work--clearing and deepening the up-slope ditch.
(Just had to move inside to avoid a sudden downpour.)
Pinebox shut down today, and this house about 87% done.
T.S. Eliot says April is the cruelest month, but, much as I love October, sometimes I think it is.
Cleared the stove of ashes earlier--now time to light it up. Chilly!
Another warm front last night bringing substantial rain but no cooling. Another front this evening, but this time, almost certainly, a cold one.
And, almost certainly, the last 70 degree day until next summer.
Today: log splitting and woodshed replenishment, small engine winterizing, porch plastic-wrapping. As with all wildlife, preparation is key.
Morning row for Mimi, while Bob and I went to Meeker's trout farm at Lake Wolsey.
Real Canadian thanksgiving is on Columbus Day, but since most of us are departing Serendip prior, today was the day. So, with neighbors, at Pinebox, smoked chicken, stuffing, squash gratin, cranberry, potatoes, and other delicacies, plus pie.
And as the plates were being washed up the rain came down.
Lovely day. Bob Ellen, and John and ME over for burgers and VP debate.
Depart Whitewater in pre-dawn fog. Wend through Milwaukee rush hour traffic. Roll across the UP in sunny warmth. Cross the Little Current swing bridge shortly after sunset. Arrive in Kagawong by the faint light of a sliver of moon.
Change the eight to eight ones and regroup, as Tom Leher has said. And we are. Reconfiguring for transition back to travel, and Canada mode.
Whitewater garden still producing--squash, and lots and lots of tomatoes.
A big, fun, family wedding.
To Oconomowoc to see Becca, Maddie, Ellie, and parents. Somehow things got too busy for photos.
Some great bike riding in the drizzle, along with games and Friday fish fry.