It was a day of hits and misses.
I took the No. 17 bus to Town & Country shopping mall, just down the road, to get some dog aspirin and due to the heavy traffic on Shroyer Road, outside the mall, I watched the northbound No. 17 bus pass me by. I needed the walk.
Erma eagerly ate a chunk of cheese with the aspirin hidden inside. I have seen improvement, but it’s not been consistent. I spent another three hours on the floor of my study, and she snuggled beside me, resting.
I decided to head downtown to take photos from atop several parking garages. The funny thing was that I had planned on leaving with the 4:40 PM northbound 17 but after crossing Shroyer Road in front of my house, realized I had not packed my camera. I hurried across the street, grabbed my lens buddy, and stood in my driveway to watch that No. 17 pass by.
At 5:20 PM, I grabbed the northbound No. 17 bus to downtown Dayton where I took over one hundred photos from the top of two different parking garages. I could see the blue clock over at Carillon Historical Park and the gazebo at Woodland Cemetery and Arboretum.
After blowing the dead leaves from the walnut tree, I came inside to upload my photos and am pleased with the batch, only needing to delete six photos.
It’s 9:30 PM and owing to discomfort from ongoing gut issues, I am going to turn in for the night after letting the dogs out one last time.
Saturday, I have an afternoon stroll through the park and Sunday afternoon will begin the academic year teaching schedule. I have several new students and two returning students who have left college, settled into their careers, but want to continue with their piano and vocal studies. I am thrilled.
THE WRIGHT BROTHERS audiobook written and narrated by David McCullough just ended. I had tried several times to engage in the book since acquiring it in 2015 but could never hook myself to it. I am still not keen on it. For me, I learned nothing knew and it was merely a repeat that I cannot determine if was even told well. Mr. McCullough is one of my historical and literary heroes, but I am of the belief Tom Crouch’s THE BISHOP’S BOYS is far better and hammered with the enormous, little details I adore. Still, I am a terrific fan of David McCullough.
As midnight turns over to August 20th, I will have lived in Dayton thirty-two years. I only lived in Indiana just shy of twenty-six years.
Okay… over and out.
Photos from Downtown Dayton from the tops of Parking Garages.