Locked Out of the Church Parking Lot

 

Today I worked from home and had meetings. On my breaks I went for walks and took some photos. Here are flowers that smell good in my neighborhood: jonquils and crabapples.

In this photo, you can see two crabapples, a magnolia, and a redbud.

To my surprise, as I was out sniffing the flowers and enjoying the sunlight, I came up with a eulogy for Pa Hat, in case anyone asks me to provide one. It's not even a sure thing that we'll have a funeral for him.

It was a very calm day until I headed to Adoration. Fortunately I left a bit early in an attempt to see a train from a new vantage point, but no train came. (They used to come around five, but today Travalon saw our neighborhood train around seven.) A relative called, so I was on the phone as I turned into the driveway for our church parking lot and entered the code to open the gate... but the gate wouldn't open. Oh no, I would have to back out into rush hour traffic! And then someone else pulled in behind me, so I was trapped. It was a young priest, and he seemed a little skeptical of why I wanted to get into the parking lot, but I told him I have an adoration hour, and all the adoration spots were filled, plus the non-adoration ones right in front of the church (where you don't have to go into the gate) were taken up by some sort of crane thing. He wouldn't give me the new code, but he did enter it so I was able to get in. He said, "I can't give you the new code. You need to talk to Richard BONN-o-mo." By which I assume he meant Richard Bo-NO-mo, so I called him, and he said oops, he'd forgotten to give me the new code. He texted it to me, so now I shouldn't have this problem again... until the next time they change it. I did fantasize about quitting my adoration hour, and then I wouldn't have to get a sub for going to choro every fourth Tuesday, plus on the second Tuesday I could check out Just Folking Around, but my old church always seems so happy to see me. I can just feel the love pouring out of her. It is good to see her once a week, even if I no longer have keys and feel like a non-entity around there.

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In Memoriam: Pa Hat - The Rainbow over the Railyard

 

This morning I got to work just as Ma Hat called to tell me that Pa Hat had died at 4:30 this morning. I tried to get some work done but gave up and went home, and then Travalon, Kathbert (who is also now Kayhu), and I had lunch at Silk Road. Kayhu's falafal was so visually appealing:

All the food was delicious; I had a chicken kebab, and Travalon had lamb chops. Then the three of us took a walk in the Arboretum, where the magnolias, crabapples, and lilacs are all blooming, so fragrance is coming at you from every direction. Kayhu said my description of it as a "scent cathedral" is pretty apt. Here are some photos. The first one is from my phone, and the others are from Travalon's good camera.

We walked back to the boardwalk where Travalon had proposed to me, but we only saw one trillium and a couple of large yellow flowers that Kayhu thought might be invasive. We couldn't find the Teal Pond, where maybe there were teals, but as you can see, Travalon got some shots of turkeys. Also, earlier today he went back to the ponds on Wheeler Road and got some shots of wood ducks and a great blue heron.

After we brought Kayhu home, Travalon and I drove down to Janesville to see the roundhouse. We stopped at a park so we could take a bio-break, and while it hadn't been raining when I went into the restroom, it was raining very hard when I emerged, so I got soaked running to the car. Then it seemed to stop, so we got out and explored the roundhouse, which had lots of tracks running by it (but we never saw a train moving on any of them). Here are some photos.

It began to rain again, but the sun was still shining, so (you can see where this is going) we looked to the east and saw a vibrant rainbow! At one point there was a second rainbow over it, and then that went away but the main rainbow had a mirror image underneath it. The first three are from my phone, and the rest are from Travalon's good camera.

Here's a video:

Then we hurried back to Madison so I could go to Moldy Jam tonight. I brought the mandolin and found a good way to learn new tunes was to play the chords the first time through, then after I'd heard the others playing the melody, I could play it. The fiddler next to me did put the music up for a few tunes, but that was only marginally helpful because they didn't necessarily play exactly what was written. I told them Pa Hat had died this morning, and they said, "Tell us about him." I said he was proud of his Scottish heritage, so we played "Flowers of Edinburgh." Boy, I thought I knew that tune, but not their version! I also had an insight that hadn't occurred to me before: you can easily tell a tune is in the Dorian mode if the opening chord is a minor key but the key signature is the major key before that, so an A Dorian mode starts with a A minor chord but the key signature is G major, or E Dorian mode starts with an E minor chord, but the key signature looks like D major. Wow! So simple! I think it might be the same for Mixolydian but with major keys, like the opening chord is A major but the key signature is G major. I'll have to look into this more. My drumming buddy was intrigued by my talk of modes and said, "We need to discuss this over a beer sometime." Good idea - I still owe her a beer.

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