I have spent most of the week this week in Cincinnati on the usual stupid Corps of Engineers business. Unfortunately, the Reds are out of town in Philadelphia tonight, or I would be in the new ballpark shown above. I did get in a walk this afternoon, crossing over the Ohio River into northern Kentucky, where as your mother noted, I had to show my passport to gain admittance. On the way back I located the nearest Starbucks to the hotel, so now I know which direction to go in the morning.
This is a nice town. If it weren't so cold here, it would be a good place to live.
Since we didn't have any backed-up plumbing (see Whose Cuisine), we ate Easter dinner at home, with as many of the family as could be assembled (Benjamin dropped out at the last minute). We smoked a turkey breast and Jennifer prepared all the vegetables and other sides. Max the dog visited, leading to a disturbance in the Tabby Nation, and we ate outside on the deck, as the spring weather was lovely:
While we did not come up with any clever Easter beers, there was general hilarity and a lot of dishes!
We did all this Saturday to accommodate those who had to travel Sunday. We went to St. Bartholomew's on Sunday for a snootful of incense, and then went to visit Margaret Dickerson at the nursing home. We took her an Easter basket. Her grandson John was visiting for the weekend, and took her out to the family cemetery plot to leave an Easter lily there. It was no doubt quite a challenge, as Margaret's mobility is pretty limited these days. She'll be celebrating her 90th birthday in August.
