Monday, August 20, 2018

Horicon Marsh Boat Ride

I hope my readers managed to stay cool this weekend. Friday Travalon and I went to Dane Dances on the rooftop of the Monona Terrace. We really enjoyed the first band, which played lots of Motown music and disco hits, but the salsa band somehow wasn’t as enjoyable. I’m not sure why, since I love salsa. I had not heard this group before, and they did lots of salsa covers of hits in English, which may be part of what was throwing me about them. Salsa should be in Spanish, at least apparently in my book.

Saturday Travalon and I had a leisurely morning, then we headed to Africa Fest, where we listened to a traditional drum band and a reggae band and tried some West African food. We had both a baobab shake and hibiscus juice. Our favorite part of the festival was the Parade of Nations, with all the flags of African nations. They have some really beautiful, colorful flags! Also, some people were wearing gorgeous traditional African outfits. Then we drove to Horicon Marsh and took a sunset boat cruise. It was so beautiful. We saw lots of pelicans and cedar waxwings and blackbirds, a cormorant, and several kingfishers, muskrats, beavers, and herons. We even saw a bald eagle! For dinner we went to Mullin’s, a drive-in in Fox Lake dating back to the 1930’s, then we took a walk in downtown Beaver Dam and discovered a river walk with a park containing musical instruments as part of the play equipment. I made a video that I will post soon.

Yesterday Travalon and I went to Yum Yum Fest, which is a charity event at Breese Stevens Field. You have to pay to get in (not that much), and then you have to pay for each dish you sample, so it’s not the cheapest event ever. Some of the food had really long lines, like this gnocchi with fois gras that was so worth the wait, and “magic coffee” ice cream that was also wonderful. We saw a Slow Food person there, and there was live music. We sampled a bunch of things until we were totally full and out of cash, and then we headed home and played tennis to work off some of those calories. In the evening our band had practice for the first time in forever. We had a slow summer for gigs, but now that autumn is approaching, we have a number of them booked. I already know I can’t make one, since it’s during our work department’s annual picnic. Several are at farmers’ markets, so if you are interested in seeing us perform, drop me a line and I’ll let you know when and where.

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Friday, August 17, 2018

Thursday Evening Concerts

I hope my readers had a good Feast of the Assumption. After Mass, Rich treated the woman without a name on this blog and me to dinner at Tutto Pasta, sitting outside to enjoy the lovely evening. Travalon was in Oconomowoc visiting his mother; he went to Mass in the morning.

Yesterday Travalon and I went to the Thursday concert on the roof on campus, but due to the intermittent rain it was inside – at least in a lovelier room than the one last month, overlooking the lake. However, unlike last month they did not have chicken nuggets, just some chips and salsa and cheese cubes. Oddest of all, the band that was supposed to be playing 60’s hits was nowhere to be found. We only got there a half hour after the concert was supposed to start, so I couldn’t believe they would already be taking a break. Had they not shown up yet? There were some instruments sitting around, a drum set and a couple of guitars, but no obvious band members. We gave up after fifteen minutes and went to the cottage party at the East Side Club, where everyone was a lot older than we are so they were all talking about attending 50th class reunions. That was well before I was born! After the party, Travalon and I went to the Central Park Sessions, but by then it was raining, and there was some lightning in the distance. There was a band playing sort of South African-sounding music, and everyone was crowded under a big tent listening to them, so we joined the crowd for a bit. However, the lightning was increasing in frequency, so we headed home. Anyway, it was still a fun evening, even if parts of it were a little odd.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Mallards' Season End and a Watermelon Dinner

Monday evening Travalon and I went to the Mallards playoff game, as we generally do whenever they make it to the playoffs. Once again they were playing the Fond du Lac Dock Spiders, but instead of a close game, we were treated to the spectacle of our poor Mallards losing by a dozen runs. Their defensive playing stunk – practically every time the Spiders got on base, they scored a run. So a terrible ending to an otherwise great season, but at least it was a beautiful evening.

Yesterday Travalon and I went to Liliana’s for their watermelon dinner. (Travalon did not have the special menu; he had the seafood pasta that is one of his favorite things on the menu.) The salad with watermelon, arugula, feta, and pine nuts was delicious, and the main course of shrimp tacos with watermelon salsa was also very tasty, but the “dessert” was just a slice of watermelon with whipped cream on it. I was a little puzzled, since the menu had promised grilled watermelon with a cream puff, but the waitress said they must have given up on that. I can’t explain the missing cream puff, but Travalon and I were greatly amused at the thought of the chefs trying to grill watermelon and realizing it just dissolved into juice – at least, that’s why we assumed they gave up on grilling the watermelon. So we went to Next Door Brewery and had a slice of beer pie for real dessert, along with a pint of Unicorn Beer – it has glitter in it! They have a board there where you can buy a friend a beer, and we thought of who we could buy one for. Travalon suggested the Daughter of Denni, and I realized that would be perfect because the day before had been both her birthday and International Lefthanders’ Day… and she is left-handed. So we paid for a future beer for her, and the bartender wrote her name on the board, along with “Happy Lefthander Bday.” Perfect! I let her know it was there, so hopefully she gets a chance to redeem it.

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Monday, August 13, 2018

Trolleys and Boats and a Carillon

I hope my readers had a good weekend. Thursday evening I met up with Handy Woman for dinner, then Travalon and I watched the sunset at Tenney Park. Friday I drove out to Spring Green for the outdoor theater again, this time to watch Measure for Measure, a surprisingly relevant Shakespeare play that foresaw the “Me Too” movement hundreds of years ago. The Dairyman’s Daughter’s sister (the Dairyman’s Other Daughter?) told me a great story as we waited for the play to start: one day she had to sneak her little dog into daily Mass, so she sat unobtrusively in the back… and then a bat started flying around and freaking everyone out, so it panicked and landed right next to her. So much for secrecy! All the little old ladies were atwitter that there was not just a bat but a dog in church. So she snuck out as soon as Mass was over, and then the priest told her everyone thought she bolted because the bat had bitten her! He did advise her not to bring the dog back anytime soon.

Saturday morning the Rosary Ladies got together for the first time in forever, except for Jilly Moose, who informed us she couldn’t be there because she was going to be a “Godmooser.” Congratulations to Jilly Moose! Then Travalon and I drove to East Troy to visit their railroad museum and take a trolley ride. Unfortunately we did not get to go on the cute little trolleys, but that means we got to take pictures of them as we passed on the big electric train. We even got to go to the garage where they had several more cute trolleys. Travalon’s friend asked if we wanted to go on a boat ride, and he took us out on Pewaukee Lake on his speedboat. Was that ever fun! We stopped for dinner at a lakeside restaurant, and he was annoyed at the rude way another boat had tied up to the pier, barely leaving him any room. We ordered a pizza with tons of stuff on one half for him and me, and a plainer half for Travalon, and soon they brought a pizza for “John.” We said we weren’t John, but when the waiter described the pizza, it was ours. However, after we had eaten almost the whole thing, it turned out it was for the other people sitting out on the balcony – can you believe they ordered virtually the same pizza we did? At first we felt really bad, but then we realized they were the ones who parked their boat like such jerks, so I guess it was just karma. When our pizza came, they didn’t want it because it had green peppers (which we forgot about when we ate the wrong pizza), so the waiter gave us that pizza too. Then we headed out onto the lake, pink from the sunset, and boated around until after dark. Then Travalon and I went to hear a steel drum band on the Union Terrace. They played lots of wonderful songs – I made a short video of them playing “September” that just makes me so happy to watch over and over. In case you are wondering what Earth, Wind and Fire sounds like on steel drums, I will post it at some point. Travalon and I even danced on a little pier to their version of “Africa” by Toto! What a fantastic day!

Yesterday the air conditioning wasn’t working at church, so the priest made sure Mass was very short. Travalon and I used the extra time to take a boat ride, and we actually got pulled over by the boat police, who warned us that the lettering on our boat was wrong. How weird that we have been boating for four summers and this is the first they had noticed it! I met Hockey Girl for lunch, then Travalon and I came to campus for a carillon concert. He actually enjoyed it, because it is outside and there is no pressure to be an attentive audience member. Plus, bells – who doesn’t like bells? After that we drove to Crystal Lake campground and swam at their beach. They have lots of inflatable toys, and the slide was covered with tweens, but Travalon and I managed to gracelessly pull ourselves onto the thing that looks like a giant Danish. Even the tweens were ignoring the “Saturn,” but we did see one very fit adult guy scramble up to the top of it and then fall back into the water. We also swam in the pool, and then we got out and watched the sunset. Finally we headed home, and guess what we had for dinner? Leftover pizza! What an amazing weekend.

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Friday, August 10, 2018

The Wish Tree

The other day I was taking a walk on the lakeshore path at lunch when I saw a notice that there was live music at a garden on campus. I went to the garden and walked around, enjoying the sounds of the performer singing and playing guitar. A couple of days ago I went back to the garden again, and it was much quieter there, but there was a “Wish Tree” sign that encouraged passersby to make a wish and hang it on the tree. They were oddly specific about this wish, too – it wasn’t for just anything, but for spending a month in a foreign country, and why you would choose that one. You were supposed to write this wish on one of those paper wristbands you get at waterparks and festivals to show that you paid, and then you were supposed to put the “wristband” around a branch of the larch tree. I wrote that I would like to spend a month in Ireland to practice using the language. It really was an impractical language to study, considering that everyone who speaks it is bilingual in English, but it is certainly a fascinating one structurally. I would even go so far as to say it is weirder than Basque, if not altogether different in the way that the subject of the sentence is sometimes (always in Basque) the recipient of the action rather than the agent of it, or what we would call in English the passive voice. It does make you stop and think why your own native language is set up the way it is when you encounter one so different, an experience I never really had with Romance languages – their big difference seems to be having the adjectives after the noun instead of before it. I think the single weirdest thing about Gaelic is the way the first sound of the word can change depending on the part of speech or gender or, for verbs, whether it is a negative or question form. Even Basque is not that weird.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Work Instructions

I am surprised at how happy I am to be in the beating heart of the campus. Now I have my own office, which unfortunately does not overlook the lake. Instead, it overlooks the carillon. (I have not heard it playing yet, though.) When I mentioned to Tiffy and the Daughter of Denni that at my last job I was expected to figure out my job myself, but then I was expected to leave explicit instructions for my replacement, they had both had the same experience themselves. We didn’t know if it was a generational thing, like that Gen X-ers were expected to be self-reliant enough to figure things out ourselves, but the Millennials need to be told how to do everything. However, Tiffy thinks that in the old days they always had instructions for how a person had to do their job, so maybe we just came in during a weird phase when jobs were becoming more computerized, so that what the previous person did had nothing to do with what we were expected to do. Anyway, it made me feel better that I wasn’t the only one who had this experience. Has anyone else had this happen? Feel free to describe your experience in the comments section.

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Monday, August 6, 2018

Supper Club Weekend

I hope my readers had a good weekend. Mine started Thursday evening, when Travalon and I went to the Flamingle Party. The “Flamingle” is a newsletter put out by the alumni association, and they had pink treats and fun games and a very interesting panel discussion on how the newsletter is put together. Then we went to the Monona Terrace to see the tile I had gotten Travalon for an anniversary present, which they had just installed, and then we picked up our clay cacti at Fired Up.

Friday I took the day off of work for the annual bike ride for the birthday of the Daughter of Denni. This year I didn’t ride, because I had to pick up Tiffy when she came to town. We drove to several of the stops on the tour and walked to one of them, reprising the walk Travalon and I took last year along the scenic shores of Lake Monona. Then the two of us went to the outdoor theater to meet the Dairyman’s Daughter and her sister. We saw a very funny but cynical play by Shaw called Heartbreak House.

Saturday Travalon had to work, so I met Rich, Tiffy, and another lady for coffee, then we ladies went to the Farmers’ Market. Tiffy and I had lunch on State Street, then when Travalon got off of work, the three of us took a long boat ride back into the marsh, where we saw a couple of deer by the edge of the water. They looked like they were pondering swimming out to the island. In the evening the three of us met Rich at a supper club called Hill Top out in Pine Bluff, where they have 36 flavors of ice cream drinks on the menu. We had dinner there and then ice cream drinks, of course – I had a red velvet one.

Yesterday Travalon and I joined Cecil Markovitch, the Single B-Boy, and Rich’s Brazilian roommate for a hike in Parfrey’s Glen. All the men but the Brazilian were wearing dark blue shirts and khaki shorts, so I had to take a picture of the “odd man out.” (I was wearing a bright coral T-shirt myself.) The others went to hike up Gibralter Rock, but Travalon and I went swimming in Devil’s Lake, which surprisingly I have never done. It was wonderful! You could see the people way up on the bluffs looking down at the lake. We got to ride the Merrimac Ferry both ways, and we met up with the other guys again for dinner at Fitz’s, a wonderful supper club on Lake Wisconsin.

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