We're having a heat wave

It seemed like Ohio was never going to warm up.  But it appears to be happening. 

Last week this was the view out my Mom's south facing window: Ice courtesy of Mother Nature plus crystal prisms courtesy of me and my niece Brooke.   That's a tree waiting for spring in the background.  

Until Sunday, the only bird we saw in Mom's yard was the mourning dove pictured in a previous post -- plus a big red hawk that eyed the mourning dove on occasion. When temps started to rise a bit, all sorts of birds appeared including this cardinal.

Monday I decided to visit one of Jim's and my favorite walking paths in Wellington: The Wellington Reservation, a 550 acre park not far from my Mom's.  It took me two hours to do two miles as I was snowshoeing in my sneakers. 

Today it's rainy, foggy and in the 40s. Ohioans are seeing bits of bare earth for the first time in what must seem like forever.

Biggest micro moon ever

I visited a friend this afternoon and came back to my Mom's about dusk.  As I walked into Mom's sun room with its big east facing windows, I noticed a flash of red low in the sky. It was a huge, orangey-red full moon.

As I write, the moon is higher in the sky and silver. I read here that tonight's full moon is the smallest one of the year, but it looked enormous as it rose over my Mom's woods at the eastern edge of her Ohio farm.

Tonight's full moon is the called a micro moon or mini moon because it's 30,000 miles farther from Earth than the closest full moon of the year.  But it looked plenty big when it first rose above the trees in my Mom's wood. 

Local Forecast: "Sunny and Frigid"

A couple of days ago in Tucson a woman told me it was "freezing cold" outside.  It was in the 50s and a little drizzly.  If she thought it was cold in Tucson, she should be where I am as I write: northeastern Ohio, where the weather forecast the day after I arrived was "sunny and frigid."  Most of the time I've been here the weather has been similar but without the "sunny." Today's forecast is for probably the warmest day of the year so far, but includes "periods of freezing rain." The weather gods have not been kind to this part of the country in 2015, and it's worse elsewhere.

Despite the cold and snow -- which is getting a little old for most of those who actually live here -- I've had a great time. I'm visiting my Mom, spent a weekend with my brother and sister-in-law, and was able to get my son to his Grandma's as well.

Jim is with the rig at Tucson's Davis Monthan Air Force Base, and I'll be in Ohio  another week.

A mourning dove has been hanging out in Mom's lilac bush and bird feeder.  I tried to melt the water in the bird bath, but with these temps I have not been too successful.

The first night I was with my brother Bob and SIL Suzie, they took me out to dinner at a Brecksville, Ohio, wine bar called "750 ml" -- the measurement of a standard bottle of wine. Very nice.

One of my brother and SIL's six black poodles looking for a shortcut into the house.  

SIL Suzie, son Paul (who lives in the Cleveland suburb of Lakewood) and my brother Bob in downtown Cleveland where we did a little sight-seeing and grocery shopping.

Part of the Cleveland skyline on a day that was frigid but not sunny.  Actually, it didn't feel that bad.  The skyscraper on the right is the 708-foot-high Terminal Tower, the fourth-tallest building in the world when it was dedicated in 1930. It originally was an office building atop a new railroad station.  Now it's atop a casino, shopping mall, and hotel.

Five opulent theaters opened in 1921 and 1922 in downtown Cleveland; by the late 1960s four had shut their doors.  They've since been restored and a couple of new ones added to what is known as "Playhouse Square."

This 20-foot long chandelier hangs over the street at the corner of 14th Street and Euclid Avenue in downtown Cleveland's Playhouse Square.

Rotunda gracing a newly opened (just last week) Heinen's grocery store in downtown Cleveland. The upscale supermarket is in the beautifully renovated Cleveland Trust Bank building.

Suzie, Paul and Bob at Heinen's "Sip, Swirl, Savor" wine tasting station.  You buy a smart card, slide it like a credit card, select the wine you want and the amount, place an actual wine glass (no plastic cups here) under a spout, and voila!

After staying two nights with Bob and Suzie, Paul and I drove to my Mom's via the town of Medina, where nearly 100 ice sculptures -- including this doggie -- grace the town square. They were carved in mid-January. 

Movies, Brews, Rocks, Art and a little exercise

We’re still camped at Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson.  We’ve done a lot over the last few weeks that deserve individual posts.  Instead -- and to catch up -- I’ll do some bullet points.

--We’ve seen seven movies: Birdman, Cake, The Theory of Everything, Boyhood, Whiplash, The Imitation Game, and Two Days One Night.  My favs were The Imitation Game and the Theory of Everything; interesting stories about real people. Jim votes for Whiplash, period.  He said it was entertaining, engaging and just plain held his interest the entire time. Birdman gave me a literal headache because of the cinematography. I googled “Birdmand and motion sickness” after the movie, and apparently I’m not the only one.

---Brew Pub Hopping: For Valentine's Day we went to a new restaurant/pub called Yard House at nearby Park Place Mall. Yard House is big, pretty, and has 140 beers on tap and a good menu. Their house beer is Unita, brewed in our adopted home town of Salt Lake City. Jim says from now on when I go to the mall, he will happily tag along.

We also visited Sentinel Peak Brewery, which has only been in Tucson about a year -- it's in a strip mall and had good food and a good selection; Dragoon Tap house, which has a modern industrial look and fun atmosphere; and 1702, with a knowledgeable staff and an attached "bottle shop" that was closed the day we stopped by -- but they opened it just for us. And, of course, we've made a couple return trips to our favorite, Barrio Brewing, where Jim recommends their house IPA (of course) and the fish tacos.

--We’re still working out at the Air Force base rec center. Jim goes every single day; he doesn't miss unless we’ve got some all day activity planned.  Probably a good idea for both of us, considering the beer.

--Bev attended the Tucson Gem, Mineral and Fossil Showcase, generally called the “Gem Show.” It’s a big rocks-and-beads-of-all-kinds extravaganza held two weeks every winter in 40 Tucson locations. It draws people from all over the world.

Two years ago I wandered some aisles, purchased a packet of garnets, and almost got vertigo from all the people and stuff. This year I took a wire wrapping class.

---We went to DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun, a ten-acre historic site that was once the home, studio and gallery of Arizona native Ettore "Ted" DeGrazia. The gallery has six permanent collections and rotates another 15,000 pieces through it's 13-room gallery.  Beautiful place and worth a visit.

A few sights from DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun.  A beautiful place featuring lovely things, inside and out.

Jim wanders through one of the 13 rooms of painting, sculptures, and more at DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun.  Ted DeGrazia was born in Arizona to Italian immigrant parents; the family moved back to Italy when the copper mine where Ted's father worked closed. They returned to the US when Ted was a teenager and he started school all over again because he could no longer speak English.  He graduated from high school at age 23. Ted also graduated from the University of Arizona with a masters in art education, studied with Diego Rivera, and became a Renaissance man skilled in painting, sculpture, composing, acting, directing, architecture, jewelry design. and lithography. He died in  1982 at age 73.

Jim at Tucson's Yard House at Park Place Mall on Valentines Day.  The nearly empty glasses in the front are Bev's. (They were one-ounce samples, really.)

The pendant Bev made at a Tucson Gem Show class.  My verdict:  The class gave me some skills to improve upon. Our instructor, Rhonda Chase, provided a good internet tutorial here.

Hugh Norris Trail, Saguaro National Park West, Tucson

We (Jim in particular) needed a break from the Super Bowl Blues, so Monday we hiked a trail we’ve been meaning to revisit: the Hugh Norris Trail at Saguaro National Park.

Two years ago we hiked the first mile then turned around, as we weren't planning on a long hike that day and hadn’t taken water or food. And you need some sustenance for this hike because that first mile is a staircase.

This time we still didn't trek the entire ten-mile round trip trail either, but we did hike a four miles out and back section. We passed a handful of people near the bottom of the trail but most of the time there was no one else in sight. Nice.

Elevation at the end of the hike (Wasson Peak) is 4687 feet. When we turned around at two miles in, we'd already reached 3,600 per my iPhone ap.

The path is named after a former police officer for the Tohono O'odham Indians. If you ever go, be advised that  parking is extremely limited -- only four spaces at the trail head (we nabbed one of those) and just a few more nearby spots.   

Steps and more steps:  We read a description of this hike that said it was "like hiking a never-ending staircase" -- but the step steps cover just the first mile of the five mile one-way hike.  Apparently the last bit of the hike is also steep, but we didn't get that far. A Visitors' Center employee told us that while the granite steps match the look of nearby granite (including the crushed granite that covered all of the section we hiked), the rock is not from the park and the steps were installed within the last 20 years. 

We had views of beautiful giant saguaros, the mountains, and the Sonoran desert that surrounds Tucson. 

Close up of some newer saguaro "arms."  We didn't start hiking until 12:30 -- not usually the best hiking time in the desert -- but it was 70 degrees and there was a breeze, so it was perfect hiking weather.  

I especially like "swirly-armed" saguaros.  

And, as a reminder of the Superbowl, a "touch down" cactus. As an aside, a man from the small town where I grew up -- Wellington, Ohio -- was one of the Super Bowl refs.