New experiences seem to jazz me up. I’ve just gotten off a three day weekend and had some good ones.

Bob and I went t the Takoma Park Independence Day Parade. What a wide range of participants! There were the usual politicians, public service personnel and veterans, the school kids and day care providers. There were also musicians (the steel drum players, the dc motors band, and even a Christian rock band).

There were dancers from Bolivia, the Virgin Islands, and elsewhere in the Caribbean. Their costumes were crazy with color, and the V. I. Carnival troupe was simply over the top (think Carmen Miranda on steroids). Other floats/marchers dealt with local political issues such as the upcoming referendum on having slots in Maryland. While some of the marchers made their opinions known in a straight-forward way, others used satire and hyperbole.

“Bring casinos to Takoma Park,” they said. Their float included a pickup truck decorated as a casino, with little kids playing poker looking like little gamblers. There was a gangster representing the criminal element, and also an Elvis impersonator. (Actually, having Elvis could be considered a motive FOR a casino.) There were Shriners in their fezzes, some with custom clear plastic fez protectors because rain was predicted. (Only a sprinkle or two actually came down, thank goodness.)

There was even a float for a conspiracy theory that on 9/11, the World Trade Center Buildings were actually brought down by controlled demolition. Only in Takoma Park would you find such a diverse yet entertaining group marching together. After the parade, we went to the gazebo in the center of the old town to hear Cathy Fink and Marcy Marxer performing for the kids. Then, we went to the new location of HMT on Westmoreland Avenue.

On Sunday, we saw the movie, “Get Smart” which was funny but not remarkable. I rarely see new movies in a theater, so that aspect of the outing was remarkable. We went to a Thai Restaurant in Silver Spring after the show. The food was good, but they were so efficient, we were out of there in 30 minutes. So much for lingering over dinner.

On Sunday, we went downtown to the National Mall for the last day of the Smithsonian Folklife Festival, to hear Marcia Ball. She plays a rocking blues boogie woogie swing kind of music. We danced to two numbers, but it was just too hot. We listened to the rest of the set from the bleachers.We only visited a little bit of the Bhutan exhibit. It was fascinating, but we didn’t have enough time. I could only remark on what a beautiful country it was, and that it seemed that their art only used the most brilliant colors.

That’s it for now. I’m looking forward to taking a little trip to WV in August. I wish it could be a long trip, but I don’t know if I can be spared from work that long. I’ll have to figure out how much I care about that.

For more photos from the weekend, check out my flickr site: http://flickr.com/photos/tackyjulie/

Chris and Lars are two old-time musicians who like to play practical jokes. If you go to an old-time music festival and see a campsite with a bust of Elvis, it just might be them. Ten years ago, I had a party at my house, and many of my old-time music friends showed up, including Chris and Lars. The next morning, when Marty went out to get the newspaper, he noticed a golden calf sitting on our deck. I knew right away who left it. I was amused, and somewhat honored that I had received this attention from the boys.

Marty, however, was offended. He felt that it was the golden calf from the Bible, the idol that the Israelites worshiped in the desert. I told Marty, “Look at this calf. It’s reclining. It’s from a nativity scene, for crying out loud.” But Marty would have none of it. At one point, I suggested that we paint it red and put it in the garden so that it would attract hummingbirds. This was not acceptable to Marty. We had to get rid of it.

How does one get rid of a 70-80 lb. unwanted sculpture? Several possibilities ran through my mind. We could go to a lawn sculpture store and leave it outside the gate. Surely, that would not be a crime. I thought about leaving it on the lawn of the government library where I worked at the time. This was before 9/11, and there was not as much surveillance at government buildings as there is now, especially not out in the Maryland suburbs.

Ultimately, I knew that the easiest way to get rid of the golden calf sculpture was to leave it out at the curb in front of my house with a sign on it reading “FREE.” Marty didn’t like the idea because he found it embarrassing. He didn’t think anyone would take it anyway. But I insisted, and made him a bet: if the cow was still there after 24 hours, I would have to drop it off somewhere and take him out to dinner at the Outback Steak House. If it was gone before then, he had to take me to the Outback. We shook on the bet at 8:08 p.m. that night. He had to carry it out to the curb for me, because it was so heavy. Strangely, he insisted on wearing gloves while he carried it, he was so repulsed by it. Then, he left and went home to his apartment in Aspen Hill, where he had been living since moving out of my house in November 1997.

It was not even two hours later that I heard a car pull up to the front of the house. It was now about 10:00 at night. I heard a door open, and the sound of mariachi music streamed out of the vehicle. I ran to the upstairs window to take a look at what was going on. By that time, the sliding door of a minivan was slamming shut, and it took off. The golden calf was gone.

This is such a silly story, but it shows how irrational Marty could be, just in order to get his way. He wasn’t that stupid a man, but he could dig his heels in on an issue if he wanted to, and no logic would work on him. I remember when we were arguing about the boys, and he told me that everyone he knew agreed with me that the boys needed to be out of our home and on their own. One of his best friends actually despised me, and the feeling was mutual. He was a misogynist pig asshole, and I was a liberal feminist. Yet, Marty admitted that he had said this to him: “Marty, I don’t even like Julie, and I agree with her. In police work, that is known as a clue.” And yet Marty said he couldn’t help it, though, and went ahead and moved out with the boys.

The strange thing about going back into my journal from ten years ago is seeing how hard I was trying to make this relationship succeed. There wasn’t a future in it, but I just didn’t know that then.

http://juliemangin.com/ten-years-ago-part-1/

You may have noticed that I have written two essays that end with “part 1,” but there is no succeeding “part 2,” at least not yet. That is not to say I won’t write them some day. But at this point, I’m wondering about it just as much as you are. In the meantime, check out this sculpture carved out of a fallen tree, which I found at Quiet Waters Park in Annapolis. In this first photograph, it is a dragon with a sleeping lady riding on its neck. A little farther down the trunk, there’s a tiger carved where the dragon’s tail ends. And the tiger’s tail encircles a little butterfly. This work is called “Spirit Dragon,” by D. H. Banker.

I hope I don’t run out of ideas to write about. If you find me writing something called Part One part 2, then you’ll know that I have. But what I’m really hoping for is inspiration. Send me some if you have any you can spare. Thanks.

Harrisonburg, Virginia is “the Friendly City.” We were there this weekend mainly because Bob has a painting in a show there (see http://www.bobcantor.com/ for details). We drove in on Route 33 (where we’ve been told you can get HALF your kicks), and ended up stopped at the intersection that faces the courthouse square. They were having an event there that involved people in 1850’s costumes. Man, did they look hot. I saw one of the presenters from a distance, and said , “Bob, that’s Sandy!” And indeed it was her with her daughter Lucy, performing in a storytelling session. We found a parking space, walked to the square, and sat among the small but attentive audience, which included her husband, Steve.

It’s always great to know someone in town that can give you tips on what to do and where to go. Steve gave us two great ones which made the weekend so much more interesting for us. First, we asked where we could get some ice cream to eat on this hot and humid day. He recommended Kline’s Dairy Bar, which not only had fabulous home made soft-serve ice cream, but had some great neon for me to photograph. While we were there, the skies opened up, and we had some much needed relief from the heat.

The other tip Steve gave us came about because we were talking about music, and we mentioned that we were both playing ukulele a lot these days. He told us that the owner of the Guitar and Amp Center had an awesome collection of ukuleles on display, and when we got there, we knew Steve was not kidding. He even had two bass ukuleles made by Gibson. The owner also answered a question I had about my 1927 Martin ukulele, and gave me the good news that the instrument I have is indeed all original. He even had one on display, so I could see for myself. I took a lot of photos, the best of which can be found on my Flickr site (http://www.flickr.com/photos/tackyjulie/).

I’ll post more about my weekend in Harrisonburg later. In the meantime, enjoy the photos!

Last night, Bob and I woke up to a sound we couldn’t quite identify, not quite a dog barking, not quite a cat yowling. It was more like a raspy howl. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window to see a fox in my driveway, howling over and over. He was there for a few minutes, and then he got up and ran into the street, running down toward the ponds, still howling.

It still amazes me how much wildlife we have all around us, even though we are in a suburb of Washington, D.C. We are just about a mile due north of the Maryland/District of Columbia line, between the Capitol Beltway and downtown Wheaton.

Today, Bob and I took a walk down the street, right where the fox was probably headed last night. There is a network of man-made ponds to capture the storm water from Wheaton. There’s little green space in Wheaton, and the rain that comes down on all the impervious surfaces (parking lots, roads, etc.) has to go somewhere. The water eventually drains to Sligo Creek via little creeks that run through the neighborhoods. Whenever there is a major shower in the area, the potential for erosion of these creek beds is significant, which is why the ponds were built. They hold all that water, and send a controlled amount of water to the creek downstream.

A side benefit to this is that lots of species of wildlife are attracted to this area. Here’s what we saw today:

We didn’t see another fox, but we saw a pair of deer at the edge of one of the ponds.

Dozens of Canada geese; one pair had a gaggle of five goslings.

Several wood ducks: two females with clutches of chicks numbering seven and eight each, and one male. The males have fantastic coloring. http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Wood_Duck.html

Two black-crowned night-herons. http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Black-crowned_Night-Heron.html

A green heron.
http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Green_Heron.html

One female belted kingfisher.
http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Belted_Kingfisher.html

One killdeer.
http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/Killdeer.html

A couple of small turtles and one large one, possibly a snapping turtle.

Tree swallows, song sparrows, robins, grackles, a phoebe, a mallard duck, and a red-winged blackbird. We saw a baby robin that seemed to have just mastered flying, and a baby grackle that was on the ground but didn’t look like it knew how, yet.

Six tiger swallowtails clustered together in the mud, extracting minerals and nutrients from the soil.

A school of about thirty brown bullhead fish.

When I was shopping for a house twelve years ago, I found the ponds down the street. I saw my first night-heron there. It just about sold me on the place right then. Even from inside my house, I can see all kinds of wildlife, because there is an open field across the street. Behind that is a patch of woods, and behind the woods and to the right are the ponds.

I’ve never been such a fanatical birder that I keep a life list, but I do have a couch list. Follow this link to a piece I wrote about it on Julie’s Tacky Treasures: http://www.tackytreasures.com/tackyhtml/couch-list.html. I accumulated thirty three species on this list before I stopped. It’s unlikely that I’ll add any more to the list because I moved the bird feeder from the front yard where I could see it from the couch, to the back.  But if I do, that page is where I’ll report it.