In our last house in Cincinnati we had added a pool our first summer in the house (and what turned out to be the only summer in the house). We enjoyed the experience of having a backyard pool so the first spring in our new house, we added a pool. By July 2001, the pool was operational, and we had guests over. There are a couple of other non-pool events as well in this collection. This comes from a picture disk of a “waterproof” camera that I got. I use quotes because the camera was only rated to be 3 feet or less underwater. Enough so that my daughter could have fun with underwater pictures, so she did. Over the years I would say 80% of the underwater pictures I have, were taken by my daughter.
Pictures 5-9 are really interesting pictures. The first ones are of the play yard we had for the kids, then out towards the pond. You can see in the far right corner of the pond picture the railroad trestle. The tracks were still in use, the Indianapolis Power and Light company used them to move coal from the Jasper Indiana area (very far south of Indianapolis) to the IPS power plant on the south side of Indianapolis That power plant provided power for a lot of southern Indianapolis and Greenwood Indiana. I drove by it often when I was working with customers in Downtown Indianapolis. There were a few customers sins downtown Indy I got to work with over the years.
The 6th picture is of something, but I couldn’t tell you what it is or was.
The last two pictures turned out very well. One was of an rainbow racing across the sky after a storm. The last one was of the setting sun looking over our pond. I get to say it was our pond. If you lived in a house on the water area, the HOA charged you an extra fee to live there. That extra fee was used to maintain the pond. Mostly that meant treating the water once a year to reduce the algae growth. But it also meant it was my pond! Well ½ my wife’s so I guess our pond. Oh yeah and our neighbors, they owned a piece of the pond as well, they paid the same fee we did. Mowing by our pond, however, was my job. My wife stayed away from the area where the snakes were.
All three of the kids love rock climbing and rock climbing walls. Once upon a time in Indiana, we had a sporting goods company called Galyon’s. They had a megastore in Greenwood, and part of that store was the rock wall. Much like the RCI (outdoor chain), the indoor rock wall was a place the kids could go and learn/practice rock wall climbing. All three of them love the activity. Galyons later sold their stores to Dicks, Disks kept the wall for roughly a year after that and had walls in many of their stores, but the reality of liability made them discontinue rock wall climbing. Sure, the kids blamed Dick’s for discontinuing the wall climbing activity, but it wasn’t their fault. I am sure their insurance company said “sure you can have a rock wall in every store, just pay us.”
If I may, for a moment, wax nostalgic, I loved Galyons. I first went there when I was eight or nine years old with my father. Dad loved being outdoors. We bought a canoe at Galyons many years ago. But the first trip was to visit the store. It was on the north side of Indianapolis then, so a good solid 1.5-hour drive from Bloomington IN. We hopped in the old blue mercury station wagon and headed off on an adventure. Dad didn’t run the air conditioner often, so we had the windows down. Dad also didn’t like listening to music while he drove, so we either talked or watched the scenery go by. Interesting now, sitting alone often in my car in traffic, I need the music! But then I didn’t know any better, so silence was fine.
Back to the pictures, some of them are blurry and not positioned correctly; I am continuing the rule of sharing all pictures from an event, no matter how bad. A couple of the better pictures are sadly blurry, it was one of my first digital cameras, and I had a lot to learn (I still have a lot to learn). Later on, I realized that video was better for rock climbing, but for this event, I had the still digital camera. Video allows for the motion of rock climbing, and you don’t get the blurry images. It was fun to watch the kids climb; all three were pretty good. They could each get to the top of the wall and touch the top piece. It would have been more fun if it had been a bell to ring, but I suspect that would have been disruptive in a store.
We have embraced a new tradition this year, having lunch and then heading out to the Bay. In particular, this time we were wandering towards the Bay Bridge. From the time we left our slip at our fantastic marina, to the time we cruised along the edge of the bridge watching traffic move, we encountered some sailboats. They tend to come out when the wind is moving, and the wind was moving on the Bay yesterday. I shared a picture of Lars as my photo of the day for the Challenge today. We also managed, carefully to roll by the Osprey nest and see mama sitting on the eggs. You have to be careful that you don’t get too close to mama, or she will take off.
Osprey is really beautiful birds. My picture isn’t as good as the ones shared by Carol, or Pam, but I try! The Osprey picture is the last one in this series.
From the marina to the area where we go full out, is normally about a ½ mile. It was longer on Sunday as there were many more, as mentioned before, sailboats out. The rule of boating is if you re under power, either powerboat or sailboat you have to always give way to those under sail. You have less control overall under sail (the wind being a factor in that process) than you do under power by a factor of 2. Yes, there are those who sail with expert skills, but you are still limited by the wind. So we slowed down and puttered by the sailboats. Not all the power boaters follow the same rule; we were rocking pretty bad from the wakes of a couple of power boats that rolled by, at pretty near full speed.
We didn’t see any dolphins, but I haven’t heard reports of them being up into the upper Bay yet. I suspect the water is a little cold for Dolphins still. In fairness, I do not know if dolphins care about water that is 55 degrees or they need warmer water. I was just guessing based on my experience with humans and cold water. As in the cold water that was never cold when my kids had me jump into the pool. Just a feeling I have. We took pictures of the boat and heading out, and the Osprey. Another day of fun on the Bay!
There was a wonderful gymnastics place near our house in Greenwood, so we took the twins there for a couple of years (and my daughter as well although she was less interested in bouncing around than the boys were). The reason for bringing this up today more remembers the twins when they were little. There was a time when having the twins was two, three and sometimes what felt like infinitely more work than having one child. In part because they were younger and we were older. In part because the twins were mobile, agile and hostile most of the time. I won’t go into the last couple of issues, but health for the twins was also a huge concern when they were younger.
Getting they’re, as my wife called them, ya-ya’s out was a critical goal many days. Dumping them in the pool, running around town, or running to the gymnastics place in the winter was often the salvation. Funny how you remember those little things from long ago. My wife took all of these pictures; I think I went to the Gymnastics place twice ever. Once dropping off (walking in, meeting the teacher) and one time watching the festivities. For the most of the work week, I was out of town. Either in Chicago or some other city that wasn’t Greenwood. I did for a time have a customer in Batesville and a customer in Columbus Indiana. But I was still gone all day, just driving instead of flying away.
The pictures of Gymnastics were taken by me. One of the few times I visited. There are a couple of camera rolls my wife took (she was still using a film camera when the twins were little). But these were digital images I took. I know I took them because there are a couple of images of my wife, moving a twin from one location to another. They, the twins, could be a little stubborn then. Now, not so much on the little stubborn thing. Now it is full of stubborn, but then you could still always pick them up and move them. Now, you can’t pick them up without a huge amount of effort. Time passes at some different rates. Sometimes it is a sailboat floating along on the water. Sometimes it is a paddle boat, moving at the speed of the user. Sometimes it is a jet plane blasting off a carrier deck at high speed and pulling away.
Many years ago I had the opportunity to join a company working for a part of the company based in Detroit. My first manager was an amazing person. His name was Don; I won’t go further than Don however in fairness to him. He was my boss for about the first year I was with the company. I struggled to convert from being an IT person to being a consultant and Don helped me. Later I would transfer to a Cincinnati Ohio based manager who was awful, then worked for another three-letter name person in Columbus Ohio Ron, and then back to a horrible manager that both Don and I worked for in Cincinnati. Don and Ron, however, were both great managers, and I am proud to call friends now.
Don, his wife Nancy and their twins came to visit us in Greenwood. They moved from Detroit to Cincinnati and then moved back to Don’s home state of Alaska. They are still in the great northern expanse of Alaska today! But this was a few years ago, and they came on their vacation stopping by to see us and let our twins meet their twins. Don’s twins were a couple of years old than our twins, but it was a blast to hang out with all of them. We ended up having perfect outdoor weather that day. There is something about getting to hang out with people you enjoy that makes a day even better than it would have been otherwise. You get to be with people that make you happy!
There are a couple of pictures of the adults sitting near the play yard that was in the elevated part of our backyard. One of the regrets I had was the fact that the mulch from that play yard was just one rainstorm away from being all over the rest of the yard. We had added a drain to resolve some of the neighborhood drainage issues (the drain was later the only reason our basement didn’t flood three years after we added it). Sadly the rain did a good job for the most part, but if there was 2-3 inch rapid rain, we would have a full drain area, the water from the entire neighborhood drained into our yard, so it became an overflow situation. The overflow took the mulch towards the pond. Given time, and more engineering support, I probably would have had them do the drain differently. Hindsight being 20-20 and all.
wandering memory lane
We went out to dinner last night at one of our favorite places near us. We have a lot of favorite places that are within a 20 or so minute drive of the house. We went early (in the DC area it feels like dinner for most people starts at 7 pm). The restaurant was fairly empty but started to fill up as we were finishing our always delightful meal (there is a reason we love Zane’s, first it is close to our house. Secondly, they serve just amazing Japanese food. You can find my Yelp review of the restaurant here. The reason for this story, however, is that as we were walking out, I noticed a young couple dressed to the nine’s. Realizing that May is prom season I wondered if this was a first date or Prom night.
That got me thinking about our first Prom experience, my daughter going while we still lived in Greenwood. She is the only one of our kids that graduated from Center Grove High School. The twins graduated from Northwest High School in Maryland. My daughter’s prom experience was interesting. Mostly because she went, not with a boyfriend but with one of the coolest people she knows her good friend. He is someone that I would honestly say is a part of the family. Someone that I am proud to know. He is a Facebook friend of mine. My daughter’s boyfriend, before prom was a bozo. I don’t and won’t mention his name ever again, nor would I want to resume my acquaintance of him.
He was a bozo. I cannot think of better word to describe him. They broke up before prom her junior year. In stepped her good friend. Again, a wonderful young man. He laughed at my jokes which in my world makes him a very smart person. My jokes are the best jokes, if you don’t believe me, ask me and I will happily tell you that my command of the dad joke world is second to none! Anyway, the first two pictures are of my office in the basement of our house in Greenwood, the rest are of prom prep. I included the office pictures because, well they demonstrate that my office remains just as messy even after moving two times from the time of this picture!
One night in the cold and damp London winter, we choose to take a cab to see the city. We were literally in meetings from 8 in the morning until six at night. Two of the nights we went out to dinner with the customer, one of the nights we all decided to hop in a London Cab and see the city at night. I have to admit that what follows below are some of the worst pictures I’ve ever shared. They are poorly framed, bad light effects and shaky because of motion. Our cabbie was a hoot, sharing the history of London as we drove around. I suspect I would have been better off recording him rather than trying to take pictures out of a moving cab, but hindsight remains 2020.
I traveled before 9/11, and after 9/11 and honestly other than tighter security, I never went to a place (well I did once) that I didn’t feel safe. I did go places where I was so exhausted I had to drag myself out to see things in the evenings. But never did I feel unsafe. I try to walk every single day so, I would often land and explore. I seldom arrived in another country where I landed and had to rush to a meeting (the first trip I made to Ireland was like that. Land, rush and meet with the team). For the most part, people respected the concept of travel days. Let you unwind from being cooped up all night in an airplane. I would land and get to my hotel via whatever method was easiest.
Sometimes I took a cab; sometimes they sent a limo. Sometimes, like London, I would tide the metro. Once I got to the hotel, I would head out for a stroll. In Prague just around the corner from where I stayed was the bar where Franz Kafka wrote Metamorphosis. In Ireland, I stopped by the pub where James Joyce often sat and wrote. In Brussels, we wandered to the comic book museum to see some of the original works by the creator of the TinTin comics. All of the places are but moments in time. I much prefer traveling with my family than I did doing all this business travel. But, it was fun to hop in a cab and see London at night. The sad reality is most of the captured images of that ride, are, well not that good.