July 1, 2012

No Door.

So after Earl returned from the poker tournament at the casino yesterday (we’ll leave it at that), I declared that we were going to take the doors off the Jeep and go for a ride. He agreed that it would be fun.

We ended up driving towards my office to the small village of St. Johnsville, where they have a little seasonal restaurant called The Parkside. Like all seasonal restaurants that are found in a small town, the decor is decidedly local, the music on the ceiling speakers is the local country station and the food is absolutely delicious. I had a portabello panini.

After enjoying our meal we headed home, but only after I shot this photo from the parking lot of the Parkside. I found it to be a peaceful view, with mix of sun and shade, the clouds and the Moon.

My good mood carried through the night to the extent that I actually volunteered to go grocery shopping with Earl.

I passed the time by finding interesting things to photograph and dreaming up dishes I can make for supper this week. Summer isn’t complete unless you’ve included Grandma Brown’s Baked Beans in at least a dozen meals.

Grandma Brown’s Home Baked Beans are made in Mexico, New York (not that far from where I grew up). Ironically, Texas is near Mexico. They’re both near a spot called Confusion Corners, but the locals aren’t confused. The baked beans are made in a building that proclaims, “This is where Grandma Brown’s Home Baked Beans are made!” I don’t think Grandma Brown works there anymore but they probably still use her recipe. She looks pleasant enough. I once asked Grandma Country if she knew Grandma Brown and she said “no”. Grandma Country could make some kickin’ baked beans back in her day. I don’t think they ever competed at the county fair or anything though, since they hadn’t ever met.


So as I mentioned yesterday, we had some heavy equipment being operated by good looking men doing some work on the stream that runs along the back edge of our front yard yesterday. We call it a stream or “the creek”, but it’s actually a ditch that veers off from the road and runs down into a pond about a half mile away. The primary purpose of this stream is to handle the water coming down the hill along the roadway. It’s a drainage ditch. Unfortunately, over the past several years it has become over grown with foliage, dirt and the like and hasn’t been able to perform it’s function very well. Earl and I talked to the county, they said it belong to the town. The town said it belongs to the county. Because we live on a county route, one would assume that it belongs to the county but I guess no one really knows when the whole thing is wrapped up in red tape, so we just went ahead and got some folks to clean it out for us. After all, that side of the lawn has turned into a marsh and we’re kind of sick of that.

So now we have this along the back edge of the lawn.

We are going to put seed along the “banks” and dress it up again, but at the very least we have adequate drainage. The marsh that used to be our lawn is already drying up again.

While I was walking around the lawn I found one Black Eyed Susan (I think) showing her stuff. These are one of my favorite summer flowers.

In between his trips as flight attendant, Scott keeps busy by planting flowers around The Manor. We have a nice touch of color in strategic locations around the property.

During our ride last night I mentioned to Earl that if we won the lottery I’d like to buy the local Beardslee Castle and turn it into a private residence again. He said that we couldn’t do that, but we could build our own castle.

I think we are well on our way.