So I just assumed when the landline rang at 9 pm it was ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger calling to apologize for coming home late from work. No; it was my father, whom, yes, I have owed a call for a while. But also I had this morning texted him to ask if I could go to, like, Lowe's and have them cut a piece of glass to replace the broken one of our kitchen clock. He explained to me a couple times over the morning that no, a place like Lowe's is only going to be able to cut rectangular glass. What I need is someplace like a stained glass store, they'd have the equipment for cutting circles. It happens there's a stained glass place just a couple blocks away from us so I'll be able to stop in and see what they can do, or at least if they can recommend anybody.
His call this evening, then, was the eager follow-up to hear if I had gotten the glass replaced or what. He's 81, while he keeps busy he does have things he needs to do. And yes, he likes hearing my voice and I like hearing his and all. It just caught me unexpected.
So unexpected, in fact, that when he asked about what else was going on I mentioned my missing camera and then realized I didn't know how to explain where I had been when it disappeared. I left it at ``an event'', figuring vagueness was easier than explaining a furry convention. (I have been so elusive about the whole furry thing with my parents, which is weird because they would be extremely understanding --- they asked me, in the 80s, to consider whether maybe I wasn't dating because I was gay, and that if I was they would be happy to have anyone I was interested in over for a confidential date --- but I just have never felt up to explaining it.) The nice thing is he's got a point-and-shoot camera he hasn't used in ages and if he can find it, he'll send it. No idea what it might be or what it'll be like, but a camera's better than no camera.
Speaking of cameras here's photos from Indiana Beach! And all the Cornball Express we can eat. For example ...
And here's the Cornball Express, from near its launch platform. One of the great things about Indiana Beach is how overbuilt it is, and how many things are atop other things, giving nice views like this.
Rear seat on the Cornball Express ready and waiting for us.
Rocky's Roundup, their carousel. It's a small model and probably a Chance fiberglass, but I'm not positive.
And here's a view of the carousel and the Hoosier Hurricane tracks above. You also get a little view of the Roundup logo, which used to feature Rocky Raccoon but now is just a carousel horse image that looks like it might be stock art.
More of the heaping of stuff: the near railing is for the train, the cement wall for the log flume, the stairs to get up to the log flume and the Hoosier Hurricane, and way off in the distance are midway games and shops.
The queue for Hoosier Hurricane takes you above the track, allowing for nice aerial shots like this.
Trivia: When the South Sea Company bubble began to burst in the summer of 1720 investors hired the accountant Charles Snell to investigate the books. Prime Minister Horace Walpole swiftly pressed the Act To Restore Publick Credit bailing out and restructuring the company and incidentally preempting the audit. Snell was hired after the company finally crashed. Source: The Reckoning: Financial Accountability and the Rise and Fall of Nations, Jacob Soll.
Currently Reading: One Heartbeat Away: Presidential Disability and Succession, Birch Bayh.
