Before lunch, 710 and I took Shep to a new park. We've passed it - kind of - often in the quarter of a century (!!) we've lived here, but never ventured in. I'm glad we did.
Most of it is blah, to be honest, but we found a great trail that took us to an overlook, which was nice. If I were into trail running - which I'm not, nor ever want to be - this would be a great place.
Still we had time on our hands, so we do what we do most Labour Day weekends - head down to a free park to watch the Cleveland Air Show.
Let's be honest. We only go at the times there are the Blue Angels or Thunderbirds. This year, it was the latter.
I won't begin to understand why these teams exist. My guess it's for armed forces recruitment. They trick some saps into thinking maybe they'll be one of six pilots who fly these things, when in reality they're peeling potatoes or raping and killing civilians in foreign lands.
Still, those lucky six who make it, are entertaining.
Well.......for a while. There was zero shade and it was ung-dly hot.
Supersonic fighter jets play tricks the the senses. You can rarely tell from where the sound is coming and by the time you do - if you do - the jet is already gone. And lord, if they approach from behind, chances are you don't hear them at all.
We brought chairs and never sat in them. How could you really. They weren't swivel and you needed 360 to really try to take it all in.
Shep was with us, but again, the heat. He tolerates the noise fine, but we left maybe 10-15 minutes early for all our sakes.
It was great getting out, but I was happy to be back in the cool, so I could rest.
Song by: Ella Fitzgerald