Listening to quiet sounds now on this Sunday night. The boy put himself to bed. The dishwasher is running. It is raining lightly. But the winds are whipping about. The gusts were so strong earlier today that our boulevard tree was snapped in two. Had we been home the topheavy portion would have landed directly on my car. Thankfully we were away and it fell in an empty driveway. But when we pulled up to our house, after an afternoon of adventuring, it took my brain a long while to process what I was seeing. I just kept sputtering. “The tree? What the hell?” Some helpful neighbors were outside and had already called the city. A crew came by not long after with chainsaws. The tree has been sectioned off but not yet removed.
Anyhow, all bundled up on my couch I pondered all of the awesomeness that has been happening elsewhere over the weekend, and even closer to home, but I’ve been missing out on all of it.
- There was a Wallace & Gromit “A Grand Day Out” 20th anniversary celebration in Jackfield, England.
- Domo Slurpees at 7-11! Minnesota no longer has 7-11s.
- Friday night there was an amazing show at the Glensheen Mansion in Duluth.
- Saturday there was the Franconia Sculpture Park Fest - but I plumb forgot about it.
- Gastro Non Grata’s Shitty Barn Party in Spring Green, WI. Wasn’t sure if it would be kid-friendly or not so we stayed behind.
- Yesterday Skoal Kodiak and others played a benefit show for The Pet Project at the 501 Club.
- The legendary Os Mutantes performed at the Cedar Cultural Center.
- Dosh played a free outdoor show at the Lake Harriet Bandshell (again, I remembered too late).
- This evening my beloved Cryptacize opened for Sufjan Stevens at an awful venue (the 400 Bar).
At least the lad and I had some good times. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs (Bruce Campbell!) in 3D. Bowling. Swimming. Redeeming gift cards he received for his birthday. Dinner out at E Noodle and at Midori’s. And I highly recommend Big Stone Mini Golf in Mound, MN. From there it’s a quick jaunt to Minnetonka Apple Orchards, but damn if that isn’t a spendy proposition. $30 to pick our own honeycrisps. Still, enjoyable.
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