Snapshots from D-Day

There must come a moment when all past plans come to an end, and the end that was once in sight has settled, surrounds you, and you now have landed directly inside it. With our raccoon live trap now poised to catch the wily critter from under our back courtyard deck, a cast iron bathtub set and glued in place inside a fully gutted bathroom, kids in school, it's time to take an easy seat on Jan's new recumbent bicycle and watch the sunset at Tenney Park as

Jan's new Catrike three-wheel recumbent bike, poised for the flat trails of Madison,
and grocery basket firmly secured over the back wheel

Carly and Julia push their bikes (pic above) out onto the man made peninsula jutting into Lake Mendota.  That was the day's end; what came before was the intricate process of moving Abby into her dorm room at Tripp Hall, overlooking a further western shore of Lake Mendota.  Three floors up, and air conditionless, we found that the rigor of moving a new person into the rooms was sweaty work.

3rd floor Tripp Hall, overlooking the cafe courtyard

Multiple trips to Target later, for small corner chairs, sheets and even shampoo later, Abby finally had a five hour meeting to go to on campus for a leadership club which gave mom four more hours of dorm room dawdling.  The new college student was very thankful for all the help and we now have an eldest child living on her own... a few miles away from home anyway. Luckily, in Madison, you are never far from the offered relief of a watering hole, so we selected Pasqual's, the nearest one to Hilldale Target Store,

the very mecca of back to school to school in the city.

Carly starts full days of school at Edgewood and fifth grade volleyball begins today.  Julia is a quarter way through tennis season and guitar and debate club.  Abby is a "Class Act" participant and approximately twenty feet from the great city jogging trail, waiting to get her chance to volunteer at the Lake Mendota Sailing Club.  The moment could come when Abby sails past the Tenney Park peninsula as her sisters wave from bikes watching the sunset, dad behind taking in the pic.

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In a year of transition there is always room for anything from racoons to Harry Potter rituals.  The school scene has changed since Northwestern, and now we have swapped the shores of Lake Michigan for the smaller shores of  Lake Wingra on the westside of Madison at Edgewood HS.  School starts early here, the schedule is on a day by day cycle, and a dress code doesn't allow for offhand remarks on shirts, but the setting is something right out of Hogwarts and the education as good as it gets.

For an induction ceremony for freshman and new transfer students, the faculty dress up in their grad regalia and offer up speeches of wisdom so to help convey the core values of a Dominican school. Truth, Compassion, Justice, Community and Partnership are to be put to true use over the course of the term here and each student must log somewhere nearing a hundred hours of service work in the community or at school to graduate.  The induction ceremony finished with students lining up through the halls cheered by faculty and then being received by parents at the front of the building.  Fortunately, there were no shifting school walls or eyes peeking out of paintings.  The next day, the first full day of classes, oddly there was an away tennis match scheduled in Neenah – Julia played three doubles matches, won all three, and won their division for the tournament. The next day... full of classes, new syllabi and hopefully accurate locker combinations.

Back at home, after two weeks of a cast iron bathtub becoming a furniture fixture in our living room, it was hauled upstairs and ready to be built into the room that has been carved out for us for a couple of months now.

Once fully re-done, the bathroom that sits right around the corner from our master bedroom, will allow us not to have to squeak past Carly's room in the night stealing a turn in her bathroom.  The pace of finishing this bathroom is taking cues from all the slapstick move-in and remodel books every written, with sometimes non-communicating contractors that make progress in such random fits that you really wonder if there is the "other house" that is being worked on.

Finally what would life be like in the inner city, across from a river and stretch of woods, without a racoon who has decided that our stone courtyard flooring provides a great roof for a den.  It has been spotted by the neighbor and our carpenters and the reports are coming back that this is a big one, and one who, for whatever reason, enjoys a bite of courtyard wiring here and there and has decided that those leading to our fireplace must be especially enjoyable.  So we are seeking ways to live trap the critter and let him loose in some other unsuspecting neighborhood far away from this one.

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Northwestern University is two and half hours away from Madison through the thicket of highways, freeways and tollways that is the Milwaukee to Chicago route, but two and half hours closer than from the La Crosse area, and for that we are very appreciative.  To have a kid in college while only a sophomore in high school takes some getting used to, but then again, as you enter Evanston, a beautiful and well manicured college campus town just far enough away from Chicago to forget some of the more gritty parts of the big city, you can see the appeal not just for a good high school student, but a

prospective collegiate and parents as well.  Julias program is a three week rigorous dive into what surprisingly has become the state of inter nation migration, a very important and trendy subject in modern society.  Reading is late, the writing is challenging, and the subject, even though important, is no doubt a lot to take in and confront for anybody let alone a sophomore.  Luckily at this program Julia is allowed more chosen free time, so that she doesn't have to try to fit in every field trip then get to the homework.  It rained torrentially the day and night before I was able to visit her on sunday for a short allotted hand full of hours, but cleared by morning, ninety by 11.  Playing tennis was a bit like standing

in the shower but the water was invisible, it just appeared as sweat.  A brief drive and walk around downtown Evanston, to Einstein bagels, then to Barnes and Noble to pre-order the release of the new Harry Potter book this weekend to be sent….to Madison.  We hope the book fits through our mail slot in the front of the door!  Back into the cool dorm for a slow day, hoping to put to use the guitar books that her new guitar instructor Chris Allen has fired her up to get started on so that one day she can study guitar in college, he hopes.

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One of the easiest things to verify living on the east side of Madison is that two bike wheels are faster than two walking feet...and sometimes four car wheels.  You might check the weather in the morning and gather enough information to fill your day's calendar of hopeful events -- tennis is easier to get to by following the path along the Yahara north for a quarter of a mile to Tenney Park, which comes to

look out over Lake Mendota where, on breezy days, the sailboarders zip across the chop so fast that they, if it were possible, could probably traverse the city quicker than the bike wheels themselves.

The need for groceries and a late lunch might float up to the top of the mind after tennis.  Festival, a mile away, will gladly pack your bike bags, no paper, no plastic, just make sure to avoid a gallon of ice cream for ride home.

What is that across the street?  A nice looking place, Sujeo, what is called a Pan-Asian restaurant open by 4 and ready to serve a wonderful concoction called Japchae, made of sweet potato noodles,

marinated steak, bacon, a batch of spinach, all tossed in a sweet soy sauce.  Riding across East Washington by bike is no paradise, but a block past, heading east, and parallel to Williamson street is the great city bike path which happens to pass the four day French-tilting music festival called La Fete de Marquette.

Hundreds of bikes line the entry ways and you know by this point, passing another fifty bikers, that you may not have been the only two to think of the circular route from exercise to food and back through a cloud of Creole music that you can still hear from the house courtyard.

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The UW-Madison campus is a fairly magical place to walk around in the summertime -- summer school is in session, and a few students can be seen sitting on courtyard cafe chairs typing away at laptops with sunglasses on, but for the most part it all quiet historical buildings and much open green space for the time being.  We happen to get Abby's dorm room assignment for upcoming fall semester while in Madison for the weekend, so we gathered our stuff and scooted across town (around 13 minutes from our house), to check out Tripp Hall down along the lakeshore on campus.

Tripp Hall is something out of 16th century England, courtyards and steel Romeo and Juliet balconies overhanging.  When we entered into the main meeting room two copies of Midsummer Night's Dream sat on a counter anticipating any newcomers observations of the architecture.

On one side of Tripp is a main and popular cafeteria and a la carte cafe; to other side, one small plot of open grass and then the great Lake Mendota walking / biking / jogging path, which we are pretty sure she will be able to see from her third floor room.

Food to the left, classes up the hill, the lake and path to the within eye sight...and alone by room assignment, Abby has figured out that we have gotten very lucky in the dorm assignment...plus laundry done by a mom and a dinner done by a dad only a few minutes away.  We celebrated by heading to an old reliable classic of Madison afterward, Dotty's Dumpling Dowry, a funky restaurant name borrowed from an old Sherlock Holmes story, and serving, now, the greatest burgers on earth, and a place that Abby will no doubt track on maps a few times until she realizes she could walk in ten minutes if ever in a pinch for a great burger or a malt fix.

Snapshots from the Marquette
Music Festival

Some music festivals were just meant to be, like the one that you walk out your door to and land on without any more effort than closing your eyes and taking two steps.  The Marquette Music Festival has been going strong for over two decades and it brings in a very wide pool of talent and people.

From Gypsy dance music to migrant cowboy music and a six piece jazz orchestra that plays standards from the 40's and 50's I guess you could say that the whole point is variety and diversity.

People file down the Rutledge Bridge and around Riverside Drive or, for the folks who really know how to pick a seat, boat-in, anchor and bring out the paddle boards and tubes and listen from a shallow beach.  I was able to walk the kayak across the street and move in and out of the parked boats looking for a good place to float and listen to Boogat.

The next morning, before the music starts, the mad-town Marquette flotilla begins its slow paddle to Monona from the Tenney Locks on all sorts of seafaring craft.

As with most of our trips to Madison in the past several months, this one was fast and furious – usually a combination of construction check-up, heavy weed patrol, a brisk mow and the meeting of some pretty easy going neighbors.  This one just happened to include a little midwest Mardi Gras,

and an even briefer visit to Olbrich Gardens about two miles down Atwood on Monona.

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"The wretched thing had become a daily frustration. Here we were with hot weather and the outdoor eating season just around the corner – the days we had dreamed about back in England and through the winter–and we had nowhere to put a bowl of olives, let alone a five-course lunch." from A Year in Provence






June 10


One of the most peculiar things about managing a fully functioning residential home in a historical neighborhood that sits across from a river in a large city, is that you must come to trust relative strangers with the overall well-being of a house they see every day, and that you see online.  "Are the weeds creeping up through every last crack in the landscaping? Are the birds pecking away at the caulking lining the windows of the front porch...and have they roosted inside our fireplace?  Ants, centipedes? Who is to know?  Maybe the presence of the intermittent entrance of the contractor into the home – for such short spurts of time, one comes to wonder if the refrigerated wine cellar has become their own private storing unit and that on a thursday afternoon perhaps it is conveniently time to enter and swap out a Beaujolais for Pinot Grigio?  The other possibility for the out of town owner is to trust nothing, no one, and let the house alarm to do most of the heavy lifting for the sake of the two

hundred mile distance between.  The house alarm, for all that have entered into its alluring logic of perceived security, feels something like buying a boat or a house pet for that matter.  The boat will be fascinating to own and commandeer across the gleaming surfaces of the chain of lakes, but it is, to an equal degree, a large piece of metal rusting on water that you now own and it will certainly carp and moan for much attention as the years go on; the house pet, a darling soft little bundle of fur and brown eyes, but please do not forget about the piles on the carpeting behind the office desk at four in the morning or the yip and every shadow that crosses the clear pane of the front door.  This is to say, interpreted, the alarm will hopefully alert you to the most malicious of intruders and deter them to continue to walk briskly past your house, but also know that the metal mail slot carved onto the front door, when it collapses and hits metal to metal, will indeed strike fear into that same bold alarm and display broken glass in living room.  When the call in landed from Des Moines Iowa that you cozy uninhabited home in another city has a broken living window, what would you like to do?  Should we dispatch the cops?  Well, sure, send in the troops.  It is three in the afternoon in broad daylight directly

at the after school hours and the neighbors are so thick on the passing sidewalks that you may wonder, temporarily, how the cold intruder could even find a slot to jump through and tackle the window, but send them anyway, we must be safe!  The great benefit of the alarm, though, comes to the homeowner in a variety of unadvertised ways, our very own favorite is that from here at this very spot in Unalaska, WI, we now know the precise ranges of time that our carpenters have the time in their day to attempt some of the tasks that we have requested, like please gut and recreate our master bathroom would be nice.  For overtime the carpenter has to enter our home, they too must go through the deliberate

process of sounding off our alarm then resetting it on departure, each of which signal is briskly sent to us via handy email.  Gone are the days of long-distance contracting when the owner implores more progress while the carpenters ensure that that is precisely what is happening, all the while sipping sparkling waters from the high perch of a pontoon boat just now on maiden voyage from Lake Mendota to Lake Monona.  For better or worse, we have the hours of entry and industry flashing by our eyes hundreds of miles away instantaneously.... and for the most part, we know that over haul of that trap that is now our bathroom or the remodeling of our entire basement more than likely takes more time than twenty minutes each tuesday.