The first picture today is of a mistake. I am sure I have made many over the years. This particular one was avoidable and shouldn’t have happened. I was wrestling with a drone, and the propeller invited me to learn about thin plastic rotating at high speed and the resulting impact on an arm. I didn’t need stitches overall, but that was luck. The hazards I guess of drone flying. Not that I do not love flying a drone, but one has to be a little careful. Which, sadly, as we can see from this picture, I was not that day. The rest of today’s pictures are a wander of pictures I have shared a few times previously solve the past three years. I have to look at old posts, sharing them, and sometimes sam reminded of stories.
Today, the story is of the dogs and the chair in my office. The chair was a gift from my wife a few years ago. It is a very comfortable chair. When we moved into our house in Maryland, we decided that the chair was going to be in my office. By we, I mean my wife. By decided I mean she told me the chair was going to be in my office. When we lived in Indiana, I had a smaller office; it was full of furniture and stacked with computer technology. The office is larger now, but still, as you see in the old picture stacked with computer technology. I often get things sent to me to test, check, and verify that it does what the company says it will do so that I can understand what the tech does.
The chair, however, has become a laboratory throne in my office. Both of the dogs (Raven and Dylan) race to get in the chair in the morning. It has become their chair. Neither of my currently visiting Granddogs, Tamsyn, and Serenity, get in the chair. But Raven and Dylan, the race for the chair. The first one that is downstairs in the morning gets the chair. The last picture is of the back part of my office, which actually was being cleaned over the Christmas holidays. But, with the changes has had the amount of stuff in the space, doubled. I am not sharing progress pictures because all my progress is now officially gone. I also no longer have the mirrors in the back of the office. We replaced those doors with simpler doors.
I talked about the transition yesterday. The interesting thing about that transition isn’t that it is a sudden thing. You realize as your children get older that they need you less and less. Where once they skinned their knees and ran to you, now they deal with that and move on. They, the children, begin to have lives that aren’t around you. They don’t often include you. You, as a parental unit, now return to the origin. You return to the couple that was once separate from being “mom and dad.” The things that you loved to do in the past are the things you return to now. At which the beginning of our relationship, we walked, then with kids, we walked pushing strollers.
Now we walk again, the two of us. A conversation that began years ago and was shelved. The demand for kids of family and time was greater than the ability of the conversation to continue. So you, nervously at first, but then it returns, begins that conversation again. Touching the topics that used to drive the great conversations you had years ago. What about this, or that and beyond. Suddenly you have the time again to do things that once seemed lost. Perhaps this is the weekend you wander to that winery you’ve by since the kids were young. Or that lake you’ve seen pictures of that no one wanted to drive 2 hours to see, but now, there is just the two of you and the open road.
It is a new time. I do look back to remember the years of small children. The rush of travel. The excitement of seeing the world. Of coming home and showing my partner the pictures of the world I had taken. I look at those moments wistfully. Back then, my world was travel away from home, bringing home pictures to share the world with my parents. But suddenly now again, we can travel. The kids are old enough to be left to their own devices. They no longer need direct supervision. So we suddenly now can again do things we want to do. Life is a journey, and one you learn with age, not something that is always easy, nor something that is hard. Life is a process and a collection.
The Eiffel Tower, although not the one in France. This is the one in Maineville Ohio. What, you may ask is in Maineville Ohio that would support a replica of the Eiffel Tower? It is the amusement park Kings Island. Over the years we are living in Ohio and before that, and after that Indiana, we went many times. I suspect we went to kings island (after we were together as a couple) more than 40 times for the years in Indiana, Ohio, Indiana again. We loved going, and it was a park we knew very well. We have not been in many years now as a 10-hour drive for an amusement park isn’t that high the list. There are many amusement parks within a two-hour drive of our house now.
The next couple of pictures are of the swing set my parents had in their back yard. When the kids were little, they would arrive at their grandparent’s house, and rush out to swing. Later, the twins were more active and swinging no longer cut the mustard. That was when they started climbing, all over the swing set. I will see if I can find some pictures of that. Anyway, the second two pictures are of the swing set in the back yard of my parent’s house. I would also note that based on the yard you see, this is pre-bamboo. My father planted bamboo and it took over the entire back yard. It was the back yard, by the ten an Indiana Natural resource designated bird haven.
So we have been to Maineville Ohio and Bloomington Indiana in the first few pictures. The last two are of our daughters birthday many years ago now, at our house in Cincinnati. We moved from Maineville (near Kings Island) to Western Hills about three months after our daughter was born. We lived in that house, in Western Hills for five years. We then moved to Mount Airy (just north of Western Hills), and the last two pictures are of that house. We lived in that house for a year before moving back to Indiana. I guess my wife and I were yo-yo Hoosiers although I suspect that in moving to Maryland the yo-yo may now be stuck and we won’t yo or yo again!
I normally have a camera in hand. At this event, I was asked not to have a camera, but instead to focus on those who were there. It did allow me to meet many of my new family members and to greet lots of people. I didn’t get to spend much time with my sisters or my mother. That part was hard overall, but it was important to be out and about. The other thing I missed out on was the crab cakes at the buffet. They were gone by the time I got to the food. Oh well. I guess being the host sometimes means you have to do without. The actual service, these pictures are of that, was held in the Hay Mow of the location, A haymow is normally full of hay, although, this time of year, the hay is probably still in the field.
This was not a traditional ceremony. We didn’t have an officiant, that service had occurred prior. The reason for the earlier marriage had to do with health insurance (my daughter gets it through work, my son-in-law does not). This felt more like a letting go than the first ceremony did. Walking my daughter down the aisle of the haymow, felt like a change. Not that she will stop being my little girl. Not that I would, or will change but that there are new variables now. After the ceremony, it felt different. First, my daughter and my son-in-law read the vows they had written for each other. Both of them echoing the words my wife and I used 28 years before (I wrote those vows then).
I will be there for you.
I will always be in your corner.
That is the magic of marriage, that someone is on your side, in your corner. My wife is amazing at that. She is amazing at many things, as is my daughter. But the joy that she everyone is present. My daughter as well does that. I am not going to spend a lot of time reflecting on the day now, and I have another post planned to cover the emotional response. Today I wanted to focus on that moment of separation, that is signified by the pictures of our hug, my daughter and i.
(please note this blog is normally 3 days behind)
Last night was the last event before the Wadding today. Wadding of course comes from the wonderful movie Father of The Bride starring Steve Martin. It was the rehearsal dinner. This is my only post today, but I am focused on the wedding and need to get the day rolling now. I like to take odd pictures, and the truck parked next to where we parked was odd. The play on words as I walked towards the restaurant made me laugh. I think of Butchers Block, I think of Butchers knife, but I do not think of a Butchers Hook. I know, it is an odd picture. I took it because I couldn’t take the picture. Then, as I turned towards the restaurant to follow the twins, I noticed I had lost my wife.
She is the maid of honor or mom of honor in the party and was kind of important. I turned around and saw my next picture opportunity. Yes, I am having our hair done in the parking lot of the restaurant. No one was willing to French braid my hair which was upsetting I have to say. I thought that my 9 or 10 remaining hairs would look wonderfully braided — no one else though that. In the long run it may have just been me. Sadly the reality of the hair that has left makes braiding the remaining hair a lot riskier. We walked into the restaurant in Frederick Maryland. We have lived in this area for eight years now. In that time we have probably been to about 20% of the restaurants in the area.
The one we went to for the rehearsal dinner, was a place we had never been. The twins said “it looks like a mansion.” Our room was upstairs, and the main customer dinner seating is on the main level and the lower level, There are private rooms upstairs. It was an amazing room. The overall layout was a fireplace at one end of the room and the tables in the rest of the space. There was a moveable wall that could open the room up to seat two or three times as many people. The buffest was in the annex style room or bonus room on the backside of the fireplace. I gave Dutch’s Daughter 4 out of 5 stars on Yelp. You can see that review here. Now, we have to survive today (the actual Wadding!)
I would for a moment bask in the joy that was. Every photograph captures the instant the shutter is depressed. Not depressed in the sense that a mechanical or digital connection to an aperture is, forlornly waiting tone used, and therefore depressed. Rather than the moment is wound around the instant that the photographer decides must be captured. I have in my life so far had many moments. Before me, my parents had many moments. In looking back at the many years we’ve been on this planet, the 154000 moments doesn’t seem as much. There are 3600 seconds that pass with each hour on the clock; from 2 pm to 3 pm on a Thursday or from 1 pm to 2 pm on a Tuesday its 3600 seconds.
There are 86400 seconds in a day. We can argue that number it is larger. A day isn’t truly 24 hours. It is fractionally longer. We, throughout our journey, add a day to the calendar every four years. That extra day balances the impurity of 24 hours in a day. Imagine today as you wander in and out of 86000 seconds that represents a day. We are prisoners only for the fleeting passage o time that is a second. Or perhaps we are prisoners of an hour. Or a day. The effect is the passage of time. The effect is perhaps boredom, sitting where we sit to wait. There are, in the time an adjusted year because the numbers are too small every day but in 365 days, we gain ¼ of one day.
31,557,600 seconds in a year. Based on that the 5000 pictures of snow I have, or the many more pictures of water I have, are a small set of moments. The rotational variance adjusted 31 million seconds that have passed since this time last year are represented by 12000 pictures. Give or take, certainly more pictures on vacation than when we are simply living life. Pictures of moments that now gone, evoke memories. But a small fraction of time is captured. Each picture representing something the photographer felt needed to be stored. In those moments I find the magic of wonder. Why this picture? I wish I felt that only when looking upon the picture of my father or my grandfather but those feelings come with pictures I’ve taken as well.
What was I thinking in an instant captured forever?
Our very first boat was on the Ohio River in Cincinnati Ohio. Being on a major US River was interesting. When we moved back to Indiana, we ended up having a smaller boat, that was designed for lake use. The lake we choose was lake Lemon. We spent a lot of time on the Lake over the years. The pictures today show the Twins were at the Helm of the boat. We always had an adult right there when they drove. Not that they would capsize the boat, but because that is the law. It is important when boating to following the established rules. When people break the rules, bad things happen. For example, many boating tragedies start with someone thinking that 2-3 beers in 20 seconds are a good way to start boating.
It isn’t when it is hot, and you drink alcohol quickly, it moves very quickly into your bloodstream. Add to that the reduced vision because of light on the water. Drinking and boating is a bad idea. But, when the kids were little, we only had water on the boat. It was as much to teach them proper boating but also to help them enjoy the overall experience. We went fishing, sunbathing and lakenics. A lake”nic” is where we pack a picnic and wander out onto the water. We did those often, dropping anchor and enjoying lunch. Lake Lemon was a split lake. By Split, I meant there were three distinct sections of the lake. The first part was the more quiet zone on one side of the lake.
The quiet zone was where you went fishing. It was where you went to have a LakeNIc. It was not where you went to drop a rope and an inner tube into the water. That was done in the middle section of the lake. The last section was around the Riddle Point Park, that was a sandy beach and swimming area. You were not allowed to be near that location at full speed. There was beyond the park a small island. People were not allowed on the island it was for birds. They had a protected space to nest! Finally, there were three marinas in the lake area. The North Shore marina where we went was mostly powerboats. The Lake Lemon sailing club was for sailboats. Finally, the Riddle Point launching ramp was where the fisherpeople put their boats into the water.