Think of this as a rambling “Dear Diary” post…
THE LONG WHINY PART
{ feel free to skip if muttering and complaining bother you }
Around 1:00 a.m. Saturday morning I was awakened from my slumber by the loud *click-clack-thunk-bunk* sounds of our machines, powered by electricity, turning themselves off.
What kind of forking shirt is this, I asked myself, emulating Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place as I used her creative vocabulary to express myself.
As one does.
Inside our house it was dark except for where the moon beamed in some light on the back of the house. The front of the house, along with all of our neighbors’ houses, was dark.
Of course, having not recently fallen off the suburban homeowner turnip truck, I didn’t do a thing, except to look out a few windows, confirm that the whole neighborhood was without power, and then go back to sleep.
Next morning there was still no electricity anywhere on our street, so being the trooper that I am I got dressed and drove elsewhere to find us hot coffee.
[And what a sad bedraggled bunch of folks were we, the coffee fetchers, at the local Kroger Star$ kiosk. Barely alert, yet focused on our mission to get the sustaining elixir of life for ourselves and our loved ones.]
THE DETAILED WHAT WE DID UNTIL WE GOT ELECTRICITY AGAIN PART
{ probably want to skim over for context regarding the photos to come }
By 9:00 a.m. we still had no electricity, no idea why we didn’t have electricity, and our cell phones were almost without juice, so we did the only thing we could think of and went out to breakfast, at what turned out to be the world’s worst Bob Evans.
Humph.
Then, needing to charge our phones, we drove to the other side of somewhere to go to a garden nursery; we like this garden nursery, but buying mums, which we did, was the secondary reason for our visit. We required a long car ride to help our phones get going again.
Modern life, ain’t it grand?
Then, having called home to find that our answering machine wasn’t picking up, meaning no electricity, we decided to stop at a little new-to-us township park to wander around its flat paths and see what was there.
Short answer: kids and chairs.
Then, it being the middle of the afternoon on a day that wasn’t working out like I’d hoped, we went to the bar of a local restaurant that is known for chicken. There we had delicious chicken sandwiches, watched some football, and drank beer.
Because… Saturday… in the fall… and bored.
THE 8 PRETTY PHOTOGRAPHS PART
{ make sure to look at these ‘cuz it was a clear day meant for snapping pics }
Pond at garden nursery.
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Geese on pond at garden nursery.
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Ducks avoiding geese on pond at garden nursery.
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Island in middle of pond at township park.
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Human beings gathered around play area beside pond at township park.
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Old stately home, available to rent for private events, beside pond at township park.
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Chairs waiting for guests beside old stately home, available to rent for private events, beside pond at township park.
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Farm with corn in the field across from pond at township park.
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THE SPECTACLED BEAN 