Sunday, August 17, 2014

O When Those Saints...

...Go Marching In...

Saw these guys on Saturday morning at the Rockford Farmer's Market of all places.  I expect to find sweet corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, and various and sundry farm type wares at a farmer's market, but not necessarily street musicians.  They were talented, if a bit out of place, and I dropped some money in their guitar case after I videotaped them.  Kinda made me want to learn how to play the saxophone.  I might actually follow up on that whim...we'll see.

I jumped ahead, but not by much...backing up to Friday I got a care package from Bob Adams of www.RonsonRepair.com   He sent me a Ronson Danish Modern lighter:

This is typical of Bob who is not like any other collector I've ever dealt with...he really is all about his passion of preserving and promoting Ronson lighters, and this one is a beauty.  Thank you, Bob!

So last week was hectic at work, and a general feeling of foreboding has settled over my psyche.  I attribute this to two elements: one, the inescapable and disheartening reality that summer is retreating like a coward before the schoolyard bully of autumn - stupid autumn - and two, my inability to ignore grim, future reality and fully embrace the present.

By far the latter is worse than the former, since we do have at least two more weeks, and possibly four or even six of summer like weather.

But no matter..the neural network that passes for my brain has registered the coming demise of summer and so I am already dreading shorter days and colder nights.

Yes, autumn does hold some true delights of its own - crisp, sunny, afternoons...

...and cool, bracing evenings with the enticing smell of wood fires and ripening apples wafting on fall breezes...

...the excitement of All Hallows Eve when we scarify our home...

...and do our best to give the trick-or-treaters a spooky thrill, a generous bag of Halloween candy, and the gospel.

But none of this makes a whit of meteorological difference...though far from ready for summer to depart, like a spurned lover she is ignoring my pleas, packing her bags and heading to the station for parts south.  Drat.

Notwithstanding this unpleasant reality, we pressed on with our weekend...we ended our time at the farmer's market in Rockford with a good meal at the Corner Bar:
No, we did not drink our lunch, though the Oberon was good...we also had actual food - sliders and a smoked turkey and bacon sandwich on a pretzel roll with fries and onion rings...good stuff...

Departing the upscale burbs of Rockford we headed east and picked up a 1948 Zenith radio / phonograph I had mostly repaired by Bob Chase in Lowell:

I say mostly repaired b/c the radio works great, but the phonograph is still not quite right.  However, it only plays 78 rpm records anyway, so it's definitely a relic...we replaced the felt on the turntable, applied some Old English to the wood and it looks, if not just like new, a whole heck of lot better than it did when I got it...for free, I might add...a donation by a co-worker who found it abandoned and neglected in her garage.  I'll stop by the The Corner Record Shop
...and see if they can get the 78 rpm needle / phono working correctly.

My plan, if I can get it functioning completely is to offer it back to her free of charge.  We'll see how it goes this week.

The rest of the weekend was all about relaxing and enjoying our backyard paradise...
Mr. Bumbly-bee intoxicated with his pollinating duties.

A yellow finch dining on some delicious (I assume) thistle seeds.

Supposed to be keeping a sharp eye out but seems a bit casual to me.

We did enjoy an afternoon of fun in the pool on Saturday...

...and at night I slummed by the fire with a whiskey and a good cigar...

And tomorrow it's back in the salt mines...

Later, mcm fans...

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