I have been horribly remiss in my writing. I can come up with lots of excuses, some of them with a touch of validity.
I was wicked sick for a couple weeks. I spent about a week when all I wanted to do was sleep. I was really happy just laying in bed. To the point where I was starting to worry about bed sores. That was followed by another week just feeling bad. I went to a prompt care center where they did a number of tests. I tested negative for COVID, flu, and some other disease. So they shook some bones out of a cup and told me I had “some kind of respiratory viral infection and I should just go home and rest”. I was more than happy to comply.
Travel has figured into my writing delay too. We did a Delaware trip in early March for some birding and just being by the ocean. After driving back here to Indiana, I took a day off, then did a four day trip to Omaha and back. After which I got sick. See above.
Winter plumage red-necked grebe. The only bird in Delaware that let me get close enough to photograph. And he was not happy at that.
The Iowa I-80 truck stop/tourist trap between home and Omaha. One of the more interesting truck stops I’ve ever seen. They have a barber and a dentist on hand. Hopefully not both the same person. No appointments needed.
The Mill coffee shop in Omaha. Great coffee shop, and they have a cocktail bar. Allowing one to get their coffee and Red Breast whiskey on St. Patrick’s day.
Proving that size isn’t everything there is Coneflower Creamery in Omaha. One of the top 10 ice cream places in the United States.
I spent another week learning woodturning on a lathe at the Marc Adams School of Woodworking in Franklin Indiana. That was my birthday present from Lise. The class was intense. Five days, at least eight hours each, at the lathe. Almost like working for a living but enjoyable.
A black walnut bowl I was in the process of turning.
The Marc Adams School is well known in woodworking circles.They teach all kinds of “time honored crafts” but their main focus is woodworking. It’s a crazy complex of well stocked buildings that have been added on to as the school expands. The lathe room has over 20 lathes costing around $5,000 each. The school brings in instructors from all over the world.On display is a piece turned by an Israeli lathe instructor. The twin piece is on display in the Louvre.
Woodworker heaven.
Oh, and there’s the eclipse. My brother Rich and Sister-in-law Amy came down from Mllwaukee, picking up my nephew Zack in Chicago on the way. We went south and east of Crawfordsville to avoid crowds. About a 45 minute drive. We were all by ourselves, out on country roads. There was enough space out there to accommodate half of Chicago but only one other car was near us. Consider that in the eclipse path every State Park campground and Inn was booked solid for over two years. They had campers from 45 U.S. States, and several Canadian Provinces camping there. People from multiple countries came to the State Parks for the sole purpose of viewing the eclipse. More than 50,000 people jammed into the Indianapolis Motor Speedway to view it.
I much preferred our viewing experience. Just a small group of family members. No crowds, no fireworks, no bands, just us and an incredibly moving celestial event. The periodicity of eclipses was known by the ancient Babalonians and Assayrians. We now know what causes an eclipse, know when they will occur, know the eclipse path, and know the moment when totality occurs. Even with this knowledge there was something indescribable about it. I can understand how eclipses would disturb ancient cultures, turn the tide of battles, and generally scare the bejesus out of someone.
Our viewing experience.
Eclipse yoga. Me trying to take eclipse pictures.
Like, totality man.
I have some other excuses for not writing; time in the shop, family commitments, keeping up a house, yadda, yadda, yadda,….. But, the real reason hit me while in the woodworking class. The instructor was talking about other instructors and each one’s unique take on woodturning. He then demonstrated how to make lidded boxes on the lathe. Showing us examples of his work he said, “Doing boxes is where I finally got my voice in wood turning”. It struck me that that’s the reason I haven’t been writing. I lost my voice. I didn’t have anything unique to say any more.
I started this blog as a way to document our mini big birding year. I was trying to see 350 bird species in a single year. Which I managed to do with lots of help. Along the way the blog has evolved into a documentation of other life experiences for Lise and I. Currently, we’re at a place in our lives where we aren’t getting many unique experiences. Lately it seems a big day for us is getting Wordle in three, Quordle in six, and Connections in four. Starting the day with those scores is enough to send me out to buy lottery tickets. That my friends is a pretty damn low bar to jump over. I’m not unhappy where we’re at, in terms of location or lifestyle. We find ways to amuse ourselves. I’m just having problems finding something unique enough to say about our life right now.
And, there may be some relief in sight. Fat Boy, the furry tsunami of a groundhog has emerged from hibernation from beneath my workshop. Right now there are no signs of further tunneling. If the situation stays like that, fine, we’re in a truce. If not, war will resume and the battle will be joined.