Let's see, getting back to chronicles of my everyday life. Thanksgiving isn't every day, but it is one of the days. We were not the hosts for it this year, instead going to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's parents' home. They were worried about travel, I suppose, especially after dark and facing the construction where I-94 meets Route 127, the easiest way to get from their house to ours. (The multi-year construction process has reached a new stage and there's a new way to make the turn there. bunnyhugger thinks it too awful for her to ever use. I see in it an imaginative brilliance that, among other things, cuts down on the number of traffic lights and turns what had been left- and right-turns into a much earlier lane selection. I've only tried it the once but I really like it.) They also worry about leaving their dogs untended that very long.
bunnyhugger's father kept his promise to start a fire, the condition she needed to reconcile her to not having it all at our house. It was not a terribly cold day, and the fireplace soon brought the living room up to 86 degrees Fahrenheit. It's to be envied how well it warms the place up, and we all agreed it was bizarre they didn't use the fireplace last year when they lost power for a couple days.
Because we were visiting them, we couldn't watch the recordings of the Silver Bells Electric Light Parade, or the Detroit parade, or the Macy's parade. In fact, we learned they don't know how to record something on their DVR at all, and spent some time trying to work out the process. It's not hard --- although we never did figure how to search the program guide for upcoming stuff, rather than look for it on the program guide --- but we also kind of know they're not going to start recording shows. Something has got into her father where he won't do anything he hasn't done before, especially with technology.
As you'd expect, we ate a lot. Like, more than that. But also somehow avoided nodding off, sleepy, even though we ate enough that we're still digesting. And that bunnyhugger got up fearsomely early so she could walk Lansing's 5K Turkey Trot. We failed to put together enough time to play a board game (Mice and Mystics would be the first pick; Parks, a pastoral game that's National Parks-themed, would be the second) or even watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Also the Lions lost, albeit in exciting form, although I note that when we left our house they were safely ahead. Not saying things would have been different had we hosted but we can't know that, right?
We ended up leaving before midnight, early for us, but then bunnyhugger needed to get up the next morning to work Black Friday at the bookstore, and I had to go home to be sad. You know how it is.
Let's get back to the Merry-Go-Round Museum now; there's something special to see here.
What's this? Well, it's photographs of Euclid Beach Park, formerly of Cleveland. The Merry-Go-Round Museum's replaced a little corner that used to show carousel-themed merchandise (including a carousel board game!) with a display of Euclid Beach Park stuff.
Big case of Euclid Beach Park memorabilia; the park's racing derby carousel is now the Cedar Downs carousel at Cedar Point, fastest carousel in the state and one of only three in the world where the horses move back and forth during the ride.
Smaller souvenirs of Euclid Beach Park, including a good number of pins and small cups.
Nice big souvenir plate showing a bunch of the park's rides, including the Flying Turns that were an inspiration for the ride Knoebels built in the 2000s and 2010s.
Still more Euclid Beach Park souvenirs, including another plate and I guess a letter opener that has to go be all racist too?
Close-up of the overhead display showing wonderful ephemera like the boxes and bags for ``pop corn'' and roasted peanuts. Also of tickets for rides from some park promotional days.
No less interesting to someone like me: old cheques from the park. I imagine the older checks reflect the bigger size of pre-1928 US currency.
Trivia: Apollo 17's terminal countdown proceeded as scheduled from T-28 hours until T minus two minutes, 47 seconds, when the Terminal Countdown Sequencer failed to issue the S-IVB LOX tank pressurization command. Delays due to this hold and corrective action would last two hours, forty minutes, in total. Source: Apollo By The Numbers, Richard W Orloff. NASA SP-4029.
Currently Reading: Bizarro #10, Dan Piraro.
