Invited to go on the 4 wheel trails with my brother and some of his friends. I never could have imagined that any vehicle could go up or down some of those trails. Interesting ride. Definitely glad I wasn't driving.
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| My photo for the car commercial |
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| He would not move - we had to go around him |
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| Going up one of the more technical parts of the road |
"Yet it was also true that he had a headful of spiders which woke now and then and altered his personal scenery". I love it. (From Virgil Wander by Lief Enger. My next Clawson Library book club book.
In the spring I was going to a park every week to hike but I fell off the wagon this summer. Trying to get back into it. Did a short hike at a nature center today. Some pictures.
Two art adventures on Sunday.
Saturday began the official start of a group of black artists painting murals in the area north east of the new center area (though some started earlier).
It was interesting to talk to the artists as they were painting. The painting is supposed to be finished by next weekend. Will not be able to go the the festival they have planned due to the Lolli family reunion, but I hope to return soon after to see the results.
A few of the pictures are below:
The other adventure was an open house at a studio space and gallery at 333 Midland in Highland Park. I went to pick up supplies for an art exhibition callus "Climate Conversations - All We Can Save". The plan is to decorate cigarette boxes with your art. The space is in an old factory. It was amazing to see some of the equipment these artists who work in large scale in wood or metal have.
And it was a special book. When Frank died my cousin indicated that her and her brother didn't want to send flowers but wanted to send a donation to something that was meaningful to Frank. I suggested a donation to the Clawson Blair Memorial Library. While we do not live in Clawson - it is the library that both of us went to. We would go regularly (before COVID) to sit and read the papers and magazines and browse the stacks. I am into fiction while Frank preferred biography and history. The library sent a list of the books that they purchased and I finished the first one that I took out (they are doing curbside pickups). And it turned out to be a book about a group of rowers in Chicago. Not Franks sport but it was my sport at one time.
But I am not up to calling everyone.
My husband, Frank Soby died yesterday afternoon.
Thursday was our 37th wedding anniversary. I had wanted to go out to dinner but he was too weak so I just threw a pizza in the oven. As I was helping him to bed it appeared to me that he was having a stroke. I called EMS and they took him to Beumont Hospital (he said that the EMS guys were great)
They ended up putting him on a ventilator Saturday morning but the prognosis was that he would never leave the hospital so he was taken off the ventilator that afternoon. He died soon after.
He had been recovering well from his bypass surgery in September until about February and had been getting weaker and weaker since then with a number of falls. I know he never wanted to get to the point that he was bed ridden but was quickly reaching that point.
I will miss him.
