mmmmmmmmmm...corn

Good corn.

Big corn.

I mean, BIG corn.

Inedible corn.

Concrete corn.

Ohio was the major producer of corn in the US for many years, which calls for a giant, concrete corn planted in a field in Dublin, OH.
And not just one giant ear of concrete corn - there are 109 of them.

It isn't in some far, out-of-the-way field; this awesome art installation is right next to an office park.
You are just driving through Dublin and there it is in all of its corny glory;

 Rea took me here for my birthday a couple of years ago knowing that i love both corn and giant objects.
Two for one joy! 
Plus another 101 item.

You can read her account of the adventure at the Cackleberry Hollow blog here







In case you don't forsee a trip to central Ohio in your future, enjoy some video of that gorgeous May day (2015) surrounded by an overwhelming amount of concrete corn.
You're welcome.

tap-tap... are we live?

Hiatus

With a ton of craft festivals, holidays and vicious writer's block, i think it best to declare an official hiatus here until the new year.
But we will be back!

it was just sitting there, waiting

Man i love finding things on the side of the road.
Cool things, that is; not roadkill and such.

Getting ready to pull out of my driveway this morning i spotted this chandelier by my neighbor's curb with a FREE sign taped on it.

Free?

Like free to a good home?

Like free to my home?

I don't know why they discarded it.
Maybe it is broken.
Maybe they remodeled.
Maybe they found it in the attic.
Whatever the reason - SCORE!
I mean heck, the crystals alone are worth the price of taking this home and giving it a good cleaning.

OH! I could use it as a display for NikCo.
Or I could see if my awesome electrician brother can get it wired into my house.
Maybe in the photo gallery hall.
Maybe painted copper.
ohhhhhh... the possibilities...

Festival Season

Create. Pack. Load. Drive.

Wares on display. Joy for sale.

Whimsy is my job.

October 22nd show at Arbutus Senior Center 10am-2pm

Jam and Jelly

Kudos to my BFF for reaching her 101 in 1001 goal of canning 500 jars a full year early!

She really is awesome.
Here post about reaching the goal is here; please go give her an attaboy.
Speaking of which, Rea is celebrating her upcoming blogiversary by giving away a gift pack of jams and jellies.
You name is entered into the drawing every time you comment on Sept posts on her blog.
If you love some homemade goodness, be sure to go back and comment on all of the September posts. And if you mention that you came from here, my name gets entered as well. Yay!

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inventorying - what fun

Sort. Count. Repair. Make.

Preparing festival stock. 

This might take a while.

farewell Lydia; be sure to wear your seatbelt

Today was my last adventure with Lydia before she moseys south to join her sibs in Georgia and we had to do it up BIG style.

Big Crash Test Dummy style, that is.

Searching for giant objects to collect for my 101 (4 down, 6 to go - 394 days to finish) I saw a post about a giant crash test dummy in Maryland.
In Glen Burnie.
At the main MVA.
Like, less than 20 minutes away.
How is that even possible? 
   I was sure i had every cool/strange/odd thing of a gigantic nature in the metro area.
Turns out "Lamont" was installed in 2012
 to remind drivers to wear their seatbelts,
which is the same year i stopped traveling for work.

And i, like all rational individuals,
avoid the main MVA like the plague.

No wonder i missed it.

wee little Lyds - he's 5 times normal sized

But by jiminy, i was determined that Lydia was not going to miss it before she traded steamed crabs for peaches.

So we parked in the sketchiest, vaguely abandoned parking lot we could find by MVA and walked over to meet him.

Here we are in front of two large signs about the history of the seatbelt. 

No, really. 

A comprehensive history of seatbelts. 

On well-written, actually interesting plaques.

You kinda have to see it to believe it.

Good luck, friend and remember to always buckle up and avoid the peltzman effect. 

Lamont would want it that way.

was that 6 or 7 or 6?

Yesterday while i was waiting for the optometrist my eyes were dilated to aye-aye level so i had to keep them closed to prevent the fluorescent light from piercing my brain.

credit: Philadelphia zoo

Sitting in a room full of people with my eyes closed naturally makes me think of meditation,
which made me think of missing my meditation group,
which made me think of the blog post earlier this week,

which made me think of the original picture i 

used of day lilies that Cassie and Mike brought me after my dad died,

which made me think of my dad,

which made me sad for a moment, but then concerned because dad had an issue with his eyes that i was being tested for that very day,

which made me nervous,

which circled me back around to meditation,

which made me consider my meditation haiku,

which gave me pause, did the mid line actually have 7 syllables or only 6?

Hmmmmmmmm...

Yep, that haiku is syllable deficient. 

How in the world did that happen?

Haikus are not rocket science, people. There are only 17 syllables total. That is the whole point.

I think it was because i was toying with both meditate and meditation during the writing process. 

bah

I also realized that i spelled meditate wrong. sheesh.

double bah

So here is the revised edition. 

zazen

I have enjoyed a meditation group on Monday nights, but we are on a summer break.
sigh... i miss it
Meditating on my own has gotten easier, but it is still way better at the group.
So a pensive haiku instead: