Cinco de Mayo, eh? Well, there's not much of an Hispanic presence here in my home town. Tacos are available at Taco Bell, or a local bar (Murphy's). How much of an authentic taco can you get at a place called Murphy's? Or Taco Bell for that matter? I think we should consider the words of the sainted Frank Zappa who once said "Is that a real poncho or a Sears poncho?" Is that a real taco or a Murphy's taco?
Meanwhile we are getting yet another pizza place in town. We need more pizza places the way Aspen needs more ski bums. Rumor has it that the new place will be a Domino's franchise. They will do well as they have a national face and offer delivery. We haven't had a Domino's franchise in town for thirty years or more. The rest of the gang is here: Papa John's, Pizza Hut. But we are well served by Mom and Pop pizza places.
Drizzly rain and cooler temperatures today. Those two factors might well cancel our daily walk in the park. Yesterday was senior picture day at the park. Lovely young ladies and awkward young men assembled there to be duly photographed in front of banks of azaleas and flowering dogwood trees. Daisy the Mutt wanted to get in every picture. I called her back, but some young folks were too enthralled by her antics to remain in character for their photos. I'm telling ya, it's like walking with the Homecoming Queen when I walk with Daisy.
I took Mom to the same ophthalmologist who took my cataracts off last month. Mom had developed a 'membrane' on her eye that had to be dealt with. She had a laser shot into her eye and now sees much better, thank you very much! I think the staff at the eye doctor's office all have boat payments coming up and they want them subsidized by treating my family.
Incidentally, Mom has elected to keep the one kitten born at the Big House in March. This news fell heavy on the heart of Daisy as we have to notify Mom of any visits so the cats can be accommodated. No more pop in visits.
My New York friend has decided to postpone her visit this summer to the autumn. She does not appreciate the heat and humidity the upper Ohio Valley offers up each August. But mainly she wants to be here for the apple harvest. This cool, damp spring portends a bumper crop this year. The cider presses will be in full swing by October and the annual Shaker Woods Christmas craft festival happens in the middle of that month.
Christmas in the Woods
I must check the Steelers schedule during her visit. Her Brooklyn bucket list includes attending a Steelers home game. Tickets will be tough to find, but I will do my level best to get a pair before she gets here. She's not necessarily a football fan (which offends my cultural DNA having been born here and as an alumnae of The Ohio State University), but she is a fan of the culture of football in this part of the fruited plain. We do football as a sacrament, a holy rite, a way of life. And no other place in America has anything on us so far as our love of the game goes. In order to live here, there must be several articles of clothing hanging in your closet that are Black and Gold. Eyebrows are raised and suspicions run deep on those who fail to live the orthodox life of a Steeler fan.
I stopped at my favorite greenhouse today and brother, business is a-boomin'! All the young plants, even the impatiens which have been plagued by a blight in the past couple years look healthy and ready to be planted. Tomorrow I plan to rub a major blister on the Visa card and get the coleas for Mom and a few for myself, wave petunias, a couple sweet potato vines, a few flats of impatiens, zinnas, verbenas, geraniums and those new varieties of 'fairy plants' that do so well under the Eastern Redbud tree on the north lawn. Time to get the hands dirty!