Nostalgia

 My sister stopped this morning. She is the sort who is up at dawn's early light. She was on a return trip from an orchard in Hiram. I was getting out of the shower.

I think one of those tomatoes will make my chili mac a tad more chili. Take that, mac. For lunch tomorrow, and the next day, tomato sammies. The quite pink peaches will explode in my mouth, and the other three will be crostata.

Jan and I are our end of the family. My children and grandchildren. are not far flung in location, but they are in interest. She's almost eleven years younger, so when I'm gone, it's on her.

I was updating the towels for sale page today, and told myself I'm out of Good Ideas right now. I gave that page a rest and reopened the Characters page. I'll work on if for awhile, just in case someone is interested.

Why was I taking a shower so early in the morning? Because I am going to church tomorrow. I do miss those folks. But then I'm nipping straight out and taking Cathy down to Boston Park at Riverview and Main.

If you've followed this blog for a bit of time, you'll remember I was my township clerk for thirteen years. And, I've lived in this township since 1988, so, a bit of history.

Over all this time, I've watched the Cuyahoga Valley National Park nibble away acre after taxable acre of the township, until it's down to a thousand or fewer citizens to fund the emergency services and police who respond to every distress call and accident in the park.

The Boston Park was a project of mine; it was an undocumented bit of history. I interviewed the citizens, read the documents, wrote the story. And so it was, until a life estate expired and the National Park could take control of The People's Park.

I need more pictures for the township web site. Cathy is wingman.

That was some digression. Back to church. The service is an hour earlier, nine in the morning. I must be up earlier than eight. Say seven. I can face the shower at seven, but that cannot include washing my hair.

Tomorrow afternoon, after the tomato sandwich, I will work on my own little page of history. And work on the current basket of bobbins, denim. Or is this jeans?

This beetle was napping on a zinnia leaf today. It's rather orange, as in red and yellow make orange. Who knows if red and yellow ladybirds are starting a sub species.