tidbits from an Akron evening

The relocation is increasingly complete.

Some big city things have appeared in new forms . . . innocent, no; homey, no; QUAINT, in a quaint way. Contributing to my metamorphisis from city dweller to small town observer….. where is Franz?

Last night we were watching tv, and during a scene about a kid being hit by a truck there was an odd circus music -that didn’t match the scene. So we Paused the show (the joy of digital); the circus music continued.

AN ICE CREAM TRUCK had stopped at the corner, with tiny kids cutting through the yard (“we have to get a fence” Paul declared). We live on the corner….. an ice cream truck. I used to see them in Chicago, but they were not musical. Little Kids without parental supervision did not run through the streets, adult tourists stopped mostly.

Like the Pied Piper with Good Humor bars . . . . (I did not run out, next time maybe).

Dogs barking in a highrise are not a good thing. Here one neighbor has a hound that is so cute. (I petted it once). A basset hound or a fat aged beagle. Its owners walk it and it howls skyward with a deep low voice (like the train whistle in the distance at night). It tries to run, imagine a dwarf cow gallopping…. Not the intrusion of a dog barking all day home alone in a downtown condo…. A plaintive whine its not, kind of a happy howl…..

Then we took the trash to the curb. Then, for the first time in 20 plus years, I could see the Big Dipper and North star, and Orion was out there sinking, with a crescent moon near …….

The squirrels cannot reach the bird feeder anymore. Well, now they jump STRAIGHT up, grab on, hang on, and its a bird seed buffet. They jump, about 4 feet. HOW?! Paul told me about it, I cannot wait to see it. Persistant beasts. No longer tree pigs, but some kind of acrobatic land hog?

What next?? Icecream trucks playing music; stars, trash pickup, the flying Wallendas of rodent-dom? Oh, no doubt my humming bird feeder will be next, to watch as the happy howler bays skyward.