Saturday, August 27, 2011

Before another semester...

For those of you that do not know; I took 12 credits in a 6 week condensed summer semester. This was essentially a year of classes over a 6 week period and it was complete hell - All the regular 16 week classes, condensed to 6 weeks, and no, theprofessors do not show mercy because they're there too...The classes are designed as a way to offer a class for those that need to squeeze one in over the
summer so they do not have to wait another year to grad
uate. I took them so that I could get a lot of work done in a short time. It was a mistake I will never repeat, but I lived to tell about it and maintained my 4.0.
Before another semester of school starts, I had the goal of updating the blog. The next semester starts in two days - so here I am. I intended to update this more, and add to Facebook less, but frankly it takes a lot more effort to post here, and time grows more scarce every day.
With the move to O-H-I-O (The "sloopy" song is acted out here, YMCA style, for some reason), my intention was to use the blog as a compare/contrast of our experience here vs. our old digs in the 801. I'll try and review a little for those that are interested:

First, had Lester known that the Land of Cleves receives more annual rainfall than Seattle and the same number of rainy days (39" vs. 37" per year, respectively,and both with 155 days of rain per year), she would have never accepted the job; the rub is that it also has much, much more sunshine, too. Days in Seattle are cloudy and misty frequently, where here, it rains frequently, but rains a lot harder when it does, then is sunny when not raining - except in the winter where I shoveled 19 times last year vs. an average of 7 or 8 in UT. The snow is frequent, heavy, and slick as hell. Storms develop as freezing rain, then he heavy snow falls atop it. And every day is grey. People "hole up" and neighbors do not see each other all winter, in fact, people do not go out, so quite a few local restaurants close in the winters. (SLC gets 16.5" per y
ear, and 91 precipitous days per year, in case you were wondering). We do not water lawns here. Ever. Nor anything else. The humidity inside makes watering almost non-essential indoors, too. Everything living grows like crazy here - everything.
The trade off is mold. Mold (and all things that like moist living areas such as beetles of all kinds, cockroaches, ants, mushrooms and all other fungi) is an ongoing battle, and stores here sell "dehumidifiers" like stores in the 801 sold humidifiers and window mounted air conditioners. Surprise! - they cost several hundred dollars and are made by the same people. I asked my Realtor why so many people had humidifiers in their basements and he laughed. He has never lived in the desert and thought I was kidding.

Next topic for the time being - green space. There is a lot more of it here; a lot lot lot more. Where SLC had neighborhood parks, some gems like Liberty and Sugarhouse for sure, and loads of unimproved BLM and other federal lands, Cleveland has "The Emerald Necklace"; a series of parks, mostly interconnecting, that ring the city- 22,000 acres of park. Not that we have anything against them, but there are no bicycling or off-road vehicles allowed so it is nice to just go and walk or jog the improved areas without fear of being run down. There area literally
thousands of miles of trails, with very few people on them. The necklace connects with Cuyahoga Valley National Park a few miles from our house.
Here's a diagram:







The South Chagrin Reservation (middle to bottom right) is a mile from our new home, and we visit it several times a week. We live about 9 direct miles from downtown, but we are surrounded by the country here (suburban sprawl is a lot less here, too - most national chains are hard are a 15-20 minute drive away). Behind our house is a valley that drains to the Chagrin River, and at the end of our block is a 140 acre park owned and maintained by the city. We recently found a dog park that is part of the necklace, and it is like no other dog park we've seen:

Mowed trails through high grass fields that connect several wide open grass areas. Very few people seem to use them (These pictures were taken around 6:00p on a weekday) but they're owned by the Western Reserve Land Conservancy, so they're there forever if people want to use them.
Next topic: Stuff to do. With any larger city there is always more things to do - With the manufacturing needing labor in days of old, the resulting diversity makes it so there is always a festival or celebration going on, and has killer restaurants, too; Cleveland used to have a larger Hungarian population than Hungary, so pierogies and paprikash are more authentic here than elsewhere, and there are sections for each ethnic area (because in days of yore, they settled by people they knew). There is also a very large Jewish population on the Eastern side of Cleveland, and they run some outstanding restaurants and delis that rival New York in terms of quality and quantity. There are, however, no outstanding burger joints such as Crown or Apollo or Atlantis etc... burger. Five Guys just came into the area, so I'm hoping more will follow to improve the burger situation. Beside Five Guys, we essentially have McD's, Burger King, and Applebee's for our burger desires.
Cleveland used to have a much larger population before manufacturing went overseas and elsewhere, and we are benefiting from that today as far as the arts and culture goes (lotta old money here - still Rockefellers and Carnegies around that give to the arts). The result is world class arts and humanities, with a declining population, so traffic and parking is not an issue, either. Here are pics of the Cleveland Botanical Gardens from today:

But there is a downside...
While a lot of the arts are under enormous endowments and thus are free to attend, those that are not are pretty expensive to go to, since there are fewer people in the area to support them, and the roads around downtown are horrible. Pot holes as big as cars, huge ice heaves that go unfixed, dilapidated parking structures, and antiquated stop light systems at every street corner that take a millennium to get from one point to he next. There is also no safety inspection required to licence cars. So the streets beat them up, the car's owners do not know it, and a lot of the cars in and around the downtown area are hazardous; running on donut spares, shot suspensions, wracked wheel balancing and no brakes. Big American made Buicks and Cadillacs bouncing about the roads, only semi-controlled.
So, great arts scene, not-so great infrastructure. That's what we're all about. Getting late, more to come.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The House


Over the last 5 months, a few people have asked about our rental house. This is probably because of our complaining about it. The house is not that bad - it just isn't our Carter House which we really liked. Here is a small long distance tour:







Blogger is difficultt to align pictures, and apparently impossible to caption them, so they are just thrown on a pile here. To preempt questions: Yes, that is an exterior door in the bathroom - it leads to our balcony - how many people can say they have a balcony off of their bathroom?
Also, nearly every house we've looked at has a little booth just off of the kitchen. It is so isolated and cold in there that currently it is my workspace.

If you think that you see a TV mounted above the bed, you are correct. Given that we are in a rental, I tried out an experiment in TV placement and mounted it directly above the bed so that you can lay there without craning your neck to see it. In case you too have always wondered if that would be better, let me say that it is not. Lester and I rarely watch TV, so it is just this black thing hovering above us, and when we do watch it, you can only lay one way to see it- flat on your back. Don't you even think about turning your head...

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Tidings of comfort and joy!


So we in the Speer household have a special holiday tradition that we are always excited to perform. It takes place when we sit down to complete our holiday cards and always brings a tear to our eyes. We talked it over and have decided to share it with you, the world.
The back story: After my parents retired and moved away (when I was seventeenish), I took over paying for the house in Roy while I lived there, went to school, worked, etc...As a seventeen-year-old boy, I was into doing what boys will do, namely, quaffing vast quantities of alcohol, having riotous parties around the pool, and attempting to get girls naked. Oh yeah, there was that two year period where I was into homemade rocketry, and when that became too difficult (namely, taking time away from the above mentioned activities) I took up building explosives that I would set off in the yard by the pool, just for kicks (35mm film canisters filled with gunpowder and coated with differing substances for the most "bang" -and yes, I could only do one a week or so without going to jail...) Anyway, all of this went on for several years while I dropped out, restarted, and quit school again and held different occupations. I answered the phone several times and lied, saying things like "No, I didn't hear any explosion, Margaret." "Blew the windows out of your garage, well I'll be!" and "No, I didn't know that there was a smoking crater in my back yard- those little bastards down the street!"
Eventually I grew up, stopped lighting things on fire, and cut down on my antisocial behaviors. I moved out and the folks sold the place and we all moved on (the folks a little further than me, eventually). The man that bought the place needed to move in early, so we set aside an area downstairs for him. I knew something was amiss when the man that bought house the moved in several large ammo boxes that held his things. Since he was a real scary man, I did not open any of them, mainly because I knew that I would find the severed fingers of the last people that tried to look in his ammo boxes. I wasn't born yesterday.
Over the years, I've kept in touch with the neighbors and we exchange Christmas cards. But there is one special Christmas card, and that is the one that occupies a Christmas Tradition in the Speer household. Before we begin writing, we read it aloud and listen to the Christmas Blessing from Margaret.
If you were around while I was growing up, you would know them as the neighbors that would prune their trees, then sit for hours clipping even the smallest of twigs down to 6" and stored as kindling for a cold winters night. They rolled up their old newspapers to use as longs in the fire, too. They were very involved in church support for those in need. The grand kids visited two or three times a year, and she would bake cookies for them and share a plate with me across the fence. In the summers they would enjoy the pool when I was not debauching in it. Margaret was the quintessential textbook grandma, and her husband was a shrinking, balding, cheerful old man that played a skinny Santa at the community center and church every year. I cannot imagine what transpired after we moved, but here is the inside of the card (click to enlarge):
Brings tears to your eyes, doesn't it? Enjoy that Christmas Blessing.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Resurrection!!

Well, after a year and a half, I decided that it might be a good idea to bring the blog back to life- so if you are seeing this, give me a comment. I was wondering how many readers signed up for RSS feeds long ago. I'll post on Facebook that it is up after a week or so to let the rest of the yahoos join in.
A lot has changed in a year and a half - for instance, we now live 1700 miles further away, in Cleveland, Ohio.
Other things that have changed:
1) Sam is a girl, not a baby; she is walking and talking, eats with a fork and spoon, and is always moving. We will be enrolling her in Montessori part time in January so she can get even smarter.
2) Leslie took a staff job at The Cleveland Clinic - it and she are a big deal. If we ever want to move again she will be able to name her price.
3) I am an unemployed stay-at-home writer dad. Writer's block is a big part of why this blog had come alive again. I start grad school in January, so in the meantime, during naps I am bored out of my skull unless I am writing.

Those are the big ones, and for other changes, stay tuned, because I am thinking that the format of this will change away from movie reviews (one does not see movies when one is a parent, unless they have trusted sitters, of which, none exist). I expect the format to illustrate the differences we see as "new eyes" in Cleveland. So stay tuned - more to come!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Pictures de Nug





Hi. I really have little to talk about. The summer has been largely inactive, with furious activity within (where we usually travel as much as we can, this year was a home with baby year.) The Nugget has been in two additional states this summer; Wyoming (Fort Bridger) and Colorado (Telluride area). For hiking and just to hop away for a day. There may be one more for her before her 3rd month birthday.