Random bits of my so-called life.

What did you buy at the boat show?

February 21st, 2018 by kayak woman

I love online banking technology and I don’t mean because it pays my rent and funds my lavish humble lifestyle although I am grateful that it does those things.

I think it’s cool that you can set up your bank accounts to email/text you when various things happen and at some point in ancient history I signed up for a random assortment of “alerts”. I’m not even sure what they were. I do NOT get notified for every single blasted transaction that happens in every account. That would be awful! Some of the notifications I do get are more helpful than others.

Like for some reason I get a notification whenever either of us puts gas in an automotive vee-hickle. This can be handy when the GG is off gallivanting around somewhere where there may or may not be cell service. If I get a notification that he’s getting gas I know where he is (and that he is alive!). It is even more helpful when he is on his way home from wherever because if I get a text message from a gas station in say Gaylord, I know he’ll be home in 3-l/2 hours or so and I have plenty of time to clean up the wild-ass party I had the night before and kick my boyfriend out before the GG gets home.

Other notifications are less helpful. In general I don’t really care when or where the GG spends money. And then there are the notifications I get when *I* spend money. I don’t really need those but whatever. One of these days I might de-clutter my alerts.

Today I got an alert for a purchase on the GG’s debit card. He was at the Detroit Boat Show! I knew he was going there. But what did he buy? I had already received a message that he spent $13 on what I’m sure is the entrance fee. I knew he did not buy the $800,000(?) boat that was supposedly the star of the show (but I think the star(s) of the show were the squirrels). That would be a bit too rich for our blood. The answer was something that had nothing to do with the boat show and isn’t worth reporting here.

So that is my Mouse in the pic, next to her dad (the GG). I can’t remember how many ticks they encountered (and collected) during that particular trip in which they picked up our Lyme Lounge in Minnesota and traversed back across the yooperland to the moomincabin. I do remember that the GG was so sick when they finally landed that we were trying to decide if he needed to go to the ER to get checked out for Lyme Disease. In the end he did not go to the ER. He recovered and it’s pretty obvious that he didn’t get Lyme. Most likely many black fly bites caused his illness.

Finding quinoa before quinoa was cool

February 20th, 2018 by kayak woman

I think this will be my last wayback musheen photoooo for a while. I could change my mind if I find more funny old photoooos. After all, it’s my blahg and I can do whatever the hell I want to. I have been looking for this pic since summer 2016 when the GG orchestrated a big Man Cleaning of the moomincabin, pressing our lovely Beach Urchins into service.

When The Comm did this, she was 80 years old. We were all a little nervous about her being out on that overhang, like we are when My Dear Uncle Harry does things on ladders, etc. What the heck? *I* don’t like to get up on roofs but then I never have. Just a touch of acrophobia going on there.

Disclaimer: This is a *terrible* pic of The Comm BTW. It was taken with our Sony Mavica and we must’ve zoomed in or whatever because her face is mottled with the “artifacts” of early digital photography. In reality, her skin was pretty darn good for an 80-year-old. It’s true but I also had to say it for fear of her sending lightning bolts down upon me for posting such an fugly pic.

During the 2016 Man Cleaning, Mouse got out on the little roof overhanging the back deck and swept off the pine needles. Just like The Commander used to do. This pic provides a better (and a bit less scary) view of where the pine-needle sweeping took place. That white line going across the photooo. That’s the clothesline! It is an important, integral part of life at the moomincabin.

I’ll tell you about Bat Cooking and Garbage Day some other time. Again, since I’m sure I have talked about those things before.

Everything emptying into white

February 19th, 2018 by kayak woman

And that’s what’s going on today as The Great Lake State melts. I emptied into white as I left work this afternoon and could not see *anything* ahead of me on the squiggly little road that leads from my parking place at Cubelandia to the main road. Squiggly but NOT ICY, at least not today, thank you whoever.

So here’s the wayback musheen again, back to a sunny hot(?) summer day at the moominbeach in 2001. A “sailing” expotition by Liz, her buddy Jess (they are STILL BFFs!), and a couple of Liz’s 2nd cuzzints. We used to [affectionately] call them The Boyz of Noyz but that nickname doesn’t really fit any more as they have grown into sensitive, accomplished young men who are fun to be around. I think it is really cool that my children know cousins of all degrees well enough to *want* to get together with them but that would be a topic for another post.

Dan is an accomplished sailor but that weekend we couldn’t find the sail that went with that boat. I can’t remember whose garage it was stashed in… 🐸 Being an inventive kind of guy, he rigged up a tarp sail for the old Boston Whaler.

They have launched! Although they seem to be pointing *toward* the beach, not away from it…

They actually sailed for maybe about five seconds. I do see Liz dipping an oar into the water. Hmmm…

Walking the boat back to shore.

Missing those old days. I could write volumes about that old Boston Whaler boat, which us teenagers mostly used as a rowboat back in the 1960s. But not tonight. Cat Stevens from so long ago.

G’night. KW

Midwinter Break 2018

February 18th, 2018 by kayak woman

I am maybe a bit too excited about our upcoming “warmup”. It was a beautiful sunny day but the temperature barely iiiiiiinched into the lower 30s from a 26 degree start, complete with a dusting of snow and [still] some icy patches of sidewalk [grrrr]. It’s okay. It’s [still] winter and this is [the beautiful, godforsaken] state of Michigan. The North SHALL Rise Again.

I am on a Mother’s March these days. I am marching to clean out the freezer. It isn’t all that bad really. The only freezer I have is the one incorporated into my refrigerator. It can’t get all that filled up. There is a Container of Blueberries that needs to be used but I did not pick them (I am not blessed cursed with berry-picking DNA) and I am not sure what to do with them. It is bratwurst that I’ve had in my sights this winter. And the associated buns. There were four of them in there this morning. I scheduled a bratwurst lunch for today. That would take care of two of them. Then. Doodaloop? I was over at the Plum when I got a text message. My Mouse came over today to avail herself of laundry facilities and tax preparation software. That made three. We cooked all four *anyway*. Hopefully the GG will eat the final one for lunch this week.

I hung around tinking away at de-cluttering my laptop while Mouse was here. I can do that and talk to Mouse about her plants (the ones that are stashed here at the Landfill) and anything else we decide to talk about.

Today a topic of conversation was a brand-new gosling, birthed yesterday by one of Mouse’s BFFs since forever, participant in back-to-back sleepovers during the fugliest xmas school break ever and co-instigator of the infamous Bacon Driving Incident. Seems like yesterday when they were sitting on my bed watching movies yelling, “Bagawk! Bagawk!” and wearing buckets on their heads and other crazy stuff 💜

At any rate, during my travels through ancient computer files, I found some stuff from 2001, including the classics I am posting today. My beautiful cousin (1st cousin once removed) pulling her triplets (my 1st cousins twice removed, C*Q*L’s older sibs) along in a canoe. The GG engineered the beach chairs for them to sit in. No they are not wearing life jackets. What you can’t see in this pic is that there were any number of adults/teenagers within grabbing distance of these toddlers. And they were not taken out into deep water in this rickety (but fun) contraption. Still, do NOT try this at home!

It was serendipitous that I found these particular pics today, given that the triplets touched down on The Planet Ann Arbor today. We didn’t try to complicate their schedule to meet up with them. We had our own things to do. The beautiful toddlers in the lawn chair canoe are now picking out colleges and our local college (UMich) is on the list for one of them. I won’t say whose list. I’m not even sure I know! All I will say is that it must be totally crazy to be a parent trying to provide support for triplets to choose colleges. We’ll see them in the summer. Plus their younger sister C*Q*L and thank you god or whoever that she will not be leaving for college any time soon!

Hot date at the landfill

February 17th, 2018 by kayak woman

A lot of men make their wives happy by taking them shopping. This wife, not so much. I am more likely to say something like, “you go and pick a couch out and I will say yay or nay.” I was a shopper once in my life. I am not a shopper now. I hate shopping.

How the GG makes his wife (meeeee) happy is to load up a bunch of crappy old stuff into the Frog Hopper and drive it to the dump! Ta da dump ta da dump ta da dump dump dump, etc. Sing it to the tune of the William Tell opera. Y’all know it.

Today we took stuff to the Kiwanis Thrift sale and the dump. Goodbye 10-year-old printer and ole dead Roooomba and I fergit what else.

I didn’t take photos today. I think I took this photo at the Ann Arbor landfill a few years ago. I am pretty sure it isn’t from the Sault Ste. Siberian Habitat yard. There were a whole bunch of old toilets there…

We were dropping off a couple of mattresses at Sault Ste. Siberia habitat (and some other stuff). Yes, they took mattresses there. While we were there, we got wind of a couple of folks who were *buying* a mattress (for $10) to take home to their rental house. The problem was that they had no way to transport that mattress to their home. You have to know that the GG put their new mattress into the Courtois Trash Trailer and we drove those folks to their new home.

Dirt men

February 16th, 2018 by kayak woman

I didn’t see these snowmen when they were first made. I’m sure they were beautiful and white once upon a time. This is what they look like now as our beautiful white snow deteriorates into crappy old dirt-snow.

Mudmen mudmen mudmen mudmen. Mudmen mudmen all day long. Bom-ba-dum-bum bum-bum-bum-bum. How you like our mudmen song?

I don’t know what made me think of that day. It was back when I was about a high school sophomore and we had a huge late winter rain storm and Sault Ste. Siberia was totally mud. My friend Helen and I walked up Easterday hill to the brand spankin’ new college apartment-type dwellings where we met up with a woman who was supposed to teach us how to play the flute.

I was lusting after anyone who could give me flute lessons besides the band director who was crappy as all getout at teaching the flute (and directing the band, for that matter). Mrs. Boland had been our private flute teacher in 8th grade and she was WONDERFUL! She was young and beautiful and friendly and she got me started on all kinds of fun classical repertoire (Mozart Concerto in G and Faure’s Fantasie were the first). She taught me how to flutter tongue and *accurately* count when switching from duplets to triplets (from there, I learned how to count quintuplets and septuplets and 11’s and 13’s and whatever). She was a wonderful, caring teacher for me and my friends and we loved her.

Alas, Mrs. Boland was married to a young air force guy and after a year or so, she was gone, off following her husband into the wild blue yonder.

The Commander was always willing to pay for music lessons for me and was hot on the trail of anyone she could find who could teach someone like me. That wasn’t easy up in our rugged Sault Ste. Siberian outpost. And so she found this woman up in the newfangled college apartments on the hill. Alas, I never quite figured out what the deal was but all of a sudden, after about two lessons, we weren’t taking lessons from that woman any more. She seemed to be sort of okay to me except that she was a bit smart-alecky. Mrs. Boland was NEVER like that. Mrs. B had a wonderful knack for respectfully teaching young students.

I don’t remember much about that short-lived flute teacher in the newfangled college apartments but I will never forget that day of sloshing around town through huge mud-puddles and singing the mudmen song at the top of our lungs.

We are in a frickin’ thaw and freeze cycle here on The Planet Ann Arbor today. Our sidewalks are MOSTLY dry but there are puddles here and there and the temperature is supposed to drop into the teens tonight so there will be very random patches of black ice. 60 by Tuesday? Could be but we’ll see…

Man Texting, etc.

February 15th, 2018 by kayak woman

We were totally out of food this morning. Well, that’s not exactly true. There is *still* some leftover veggie lasagne but we’ve had that twice this week and I threw the rest of it in the freezer for a “rainy day” sometime in the future. There are also two hanger steaks but they are frozen and I couldn’t quiiiiite process thawing them just enough to separate them and then putting one back into the freezer. Besides, hanger steaks are more of a weekend thing, not a Thursday night thing. Back in the day, Breakfast for Dinner was a frequent Thursday night thing but I have fallen out of that habit. It’s complicated (and not at all interesting) and you don’t wanna know.

In “desperation”, I texted The King of Cryptic Text Messages this morning from work. “What do you want to eat tonight? We have ‘no’ food. I don’t really want to go out to eat.” To my great surprise, he replied immediately with, “How about BBQ takeout?” For some reason, that sounded like a *perfect* plan. I checked out the restaurant’s menu and texted back, “UPick the BBQ, but get mac’n’cheese and collard greens for sides.” RADIO SILENCE! I was SLAMMED at work today and didn’t realize until AFTER I GOT HOME that he had not SEEN my last message! (It’s okay, he didn’t leave to pick up the food until he – finally – saw the message.)

A mystery solved! Luke of Perrynet came to the door asking if he could put stuff in my garbage / recycling carts. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Anytime! And, BTW, was it *you* who blew our sidewalk when 10+ inches of snow fell last weekend while we were gone? Yes? THANK YOU! Interestingly enough, the woman two doors down received a warning from the city this morning about snow removal. Luke blew her sidewalk too. I did not receive a notice. I dunno what the difference was since Luke walked up and down both sides of our block blowing snow out of everyone’s sidewalk.

I explained to Luke that the city does not actually come around and patrol whether or not people have shoveled their sidewalks (a lot of people don’t know how this works). What happens is that PEOPLE REPORT OTHER PEOPLE for not shoveling / de-icing and the city writes up a warning. I have occasionally wanted to report people on my walking route who have icy sidewalks for days and days on end. I would never report a close neighbor, especially not after a major snow event. Sorry but it takes a while to recover from 10 inches of snow and we are now into a freeze/thaw phase, which makes a complete mess of everything.

It was a froggy day here today. All day. I took “back roads” home. That just means I didn’t take the I94 18-wheel Clogway. The BBQ food was wonderful!

Love y’all,
KW

Sun dog detoxification

February 14th, 2018 by kayak woman

Although my occasional commenter The Marquis mentioned internet detoxification earlier this week, this is not a direct response (or even a subtweet) to his comment. He had been listening to an NPR article about the subject. I did indeed detox a bit last weekend and his comment got me musing.

Almost every place I go, I am drenched in internet connectivity. I can (and do) check email, facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and what few *real* blogs still exist (via a feed). I like blogs (obviously) but a lot of folks have abandoned their blogs for facebook, which isn’t a blog and all too often is just a place for people to carelessly “share” content other people have created.

An aside: I am intrigued by the idea of Snapchat but last summer C*Q*L was flipping through filters and I accidentally got into the frame with her and it turned us into aminals of some sort with big green eyelashes and pig noses… Um, hmmm… C*Q*L hummed along and moved to the next filter. I moved my head out of the frame. Maybe not. Butchya nevah know…

If I get it right (and I may be wrong), a lot of folks in the Tahq area do not *want* ubiquitous cell phone service, like the 4G or the LTE or whatever. I am sure that most of those folks have internet access in their homes. As of a few years ago, we’ve been able to get good cell service in the small but beautiful town of Paradise but once you start driving west to Tahq, the service goes away.

I was okay without internet service when we were at Tahq last weekend. I didn’t miss email (mostly spam). I didn’t miss facebook. I DIDN’T MISS TWITTER (my main news source). I had a few xwords stacked up in case I couldn’t download the newest one. I read almost everything on my phone and so I had downloaded a few books pre-trip in case I finished my book. I didn’t 🐽 but I was prepared. I mainly missed the internet when I wanted to google something or check the weather (no need to check the traffic where we were 🐽).

We schlepped down into Paradise for the internet on Saturday but on Sunday I didn’t really care. I didn’t really ever catch up with everything internet on Monday when we got back on the grid but nothing much happened while we were gone so that was okay.

The only thing is… If there is no cell service and you are trying to meet up with folks at Tahq, it is soooo difficult to find them. Yeah, I know, you can make plans ahead of time. But I’m thinking of Surprise Appendectomy Weekend a few years back, when we needed to connect with our beach urchins about where we were and how they could meet with us and we could not.

Can y’all see the sun dog in the photoooo? This was north of Gaylord and the driving was still awful. It did improve.

Skirts and bits of [fake] fur

February 13th, 2018 by kayak woman

I’ve posted this pic before so sorry to my nine reglear nucular taggers if you’ve already seen it one or two or ten times. It is The Commander and yer fav-o-rite blahgger and her little bro’ The Engineer. And yes, he *was* The Engineer back then. He knew every blasted automotive vee-hickle on the road by the time he was about three. Once the parental units were taking a banking type trip to Daytwa, leaving us with our Sault Ste. Siberian grandparents. The Engineer demanded multiple times that while they were down there in Megalopolis, they MAKE SURE to TELL HIM if they saw any Corvettes with the light covers up (or down). Whatever. (checks Google to make sure Corvettes were manufactured at that time – yes, of course, whew!)

Me? I ricocheted wildly between various personas. Fancy dressed-up girl. Tomboy beating all the neighborhood kids at running and jumping and playing kickball in the street. Focused systems analyst data-basing whatever flotsam and jetsam was in my bedroom. Musician… … … Wanna-be Indian (Wild Indian, not East Indian). One thing I was never as good as my brother at was identifying various species of automotive vee-hickles. But I’m not all that bad at it either… I just don’t care all that much. And I don’t care AT ALL about engines as long as they work correctly!

Uhhh, where the heck was I? Yes, I was hiking in a skirt and a hat trimmed with [fake] fur on a trip to Tahquamenon Falls way back in 196?. Was I 9 or 10? Something like that. I’m not sure even though I almost kind of remember the occasion. I remember the jacket and the skirt (corduroy, I think) and the hat. I don’t remember the boots or mitts. I bet the weather was pretty warm, otherwise we wouldn’t look so happy.

I apparently chose my own outfit that day. Except I bet The Comm forced me to put snowpants on under my loverly skirt. I STILL dress like that. I wear skirts EVERY DAY. I walk every winter morning in a beautiful long wool skirt. If it is cold enough, I pull leggings on underneath my skirt. Moom, I did heed your advice, if belatedly. I don’t ski or snowshoe in that long skirt. Catching an edge is too dangerous with a long skirt involved.

I wore my snowpants when I skied at Tahquamenon last weekend but I kept my skirt in the Frog Hopper so I could change out of my snowpants and into my skirt before heading into the Den of Iniquity Tahquamenon Falls Brewery and Pub for lunch. Bits of [fake] fur are on my sparkly bomber hat and my new Sorel snowboots.

See you on the dark side of the moon

February 12th, 2018 by kayak woman

I have often felt like that when I have traveled from The Planet Ann Arbor (my adult home) to the yooperland (my childhood home) and back, even though it isn’t the dark side of the moon up in the UP at all. It is beautiful. We’ll go into the details of all that some other day (if I ever figger them out), mostly that I sometimes have to get my bearings together when I come home from a trip to Tahquamenon Falls, where there is no internet or cell service.

So, we left Houghton Lake last Friday morning. We encountered ooogly driving conditions until north of Indian River and after that, the skies were clear and beautiful and the roads were dry. We did a drive-by at the moomincabin to pick up some stuff. Here is the Cabin Road (a well-maintained 2-track, thank you Pete!).

Here is the moomincabin in winter. We were able to walk in with boots (no snowshoes) this time but I could not get to the beach without snowshoes and didn’t try.

After the moomincabin, we visited my cousin Judd and then met up with my cousin the Grinchie for lunch over at Pickles Bar and Grill.

From Pickles, we went westward up the Curley Lewis and on to meet our North Country Trail friends at the DNR lodge we stay at over at Tahquamenon Falls. It was a gorgeous weekend as always.

Here we are on skis Saturday.

Today we drove home to our own loverly Planet Ann Arbor. We knew that the planet had received a large amount of snow the day after we left for the yooperland. I’m not sure we were thinking about that while we were up north with our loverly yooperland friends. The I75 SUV freeway was dry all of the way down. We got to our driveway and…

Someone (probably Luke and Marsha across the street) had blown our sidewalk. I am so grateful for that. I was worried we might get a ticket or whatever. We always clear our snow but we weren’t home and I am thankful.

I’m faced with a “stand-up meeting” at Cubelandia tomorrow morning and I wonder if it’ll be hard to slide into that… but we are (mob-ile) a-gile nowadays and I will slide back in and maybe I will even slip a wee slideshow of the Great White North in tomorrow’s standup meeting. We’ll see.

Love y’all,
KW

Radio Silence

February 9th, 2018 by kayak woman

Going off the grid after a drive up to the yooperland. Moomincabin drive-by (all is well), visit with Judd, lunch with the Grinchie at Pickles. Pics on Facebook and Instagram.

Gettin’ the heck outta Dodge offa the Planet Ann Arbor

February 8th, 2018 by kayak woman

It is with Some Trepidation that I anticipate Winter Wonderland adventures in the Great White North. I can’t say that multiple hours of snow driving on the I75 SUV Speedway is my Least Favorite Thing On Earth but it is pretty high up there in the ranking. But north we went this afternoon. We squeaked our way up into the stratosphere missing a nasty-sounding winter storm by the skin of our teeth. Does this storm have a name? What happened to the naming of winter storms? Do we still name them?

Anyway, our winter storm (on the Planet that is, not sure what it’s gonna do here at Hoton Lake) is scheduled to begin at 3 AM tomorrow morning and dump a WHOPPING 5 inches of snow on our beautiful garden planet throughout the day. Uh, yeah, I said 5 inches. That’s not really a whole lot of snow for any place in The Great Lake State, still it is enough to wreak absolute havoc with the kind of traffic we have on the planet. Oil tanker flipped over in the median anyone?

I took off early today so we could do the whole trip in daylight. Twitter play:

Amazon Woman: You guys aren’t driving up there tomorrow, are you?
Kayakwoman: No, we’re going to HL tonight
Amazon Woman: GOOD!

Have I ever mentioned that AW is the Best Boss Ever? Fun fact: AW’s family often rented a cabin at Hoton Lake when she was a kid. It was across the road from Funland (which is still there) and she has fond memories of HL. (And no, she doesn’t read this.)

Anyway, we hit some kind of fugly snow in the Flint area but fortunately I could see via the weather radar that it was just a blob and cleared up shortly north of Flint. What did we do before smart phones with weather radar apps? We did indeed drive out of it and then, man oh man, Mr. Golden Sun commenced to shine down upon us in spades. So here is a pic of him doing just that. I took it out the GG’s driver side window. Not the greatest photo, especially with all the dirt on the window but LOOK AT THAT SUN!

By the time I got to Phoenix we got to Hoton Lake, Mr. Golden Sun was setting. There is not a whole lot of snow here for February but Hoton Lake is not in a snow belt so I dunno. I was able to walk out to the front yard (thanks Jim/Becky for shoveling a path) in my Keen sandals (and Smartwool socks) to get this pic. Also not the best pic but I looooove that funky lens flare!

Finally, here is a poor attempt at a Mouse-style photoooo. I can’t describe Mouse’s photos exactly but she is a gifted photographer with an exceptional eye for, well, I dunno, textures, for lack of a better word. Without further ado, mini-snow drifts at sunset.

We are heading out to the Northshore Barroom (and Tiki Lounge in the summer) for dinner in a bit. If I get any pics of snow-mos in the parking lot, I will post them. Or not. We’ll likely see a lot more snow-mos this weekend.

In which I was “had” (but I knew I was being “had” and I didn’t care)

February 7th, 2018 by kayak woman

As you might be able to see from the pic, we had a wee bit of snow this morning. It wasn’t all that much, just a few inches, but I knew that it would snarl traffic and I wouldn’t feel secure driving my beloved Ninja to work in it. The GG needed the Frog Hopper (AWD) today, which left me with my beloved Ninja, so I telecommuted. As did most of the folks I work with. Yay for telecommuting.

I didn’t get around to the idea of shoveling snow until about noon. There are city rules about shoveling but I think I was well within them. But I was working from home and it was still snowing throughout most of the morning and it wasn’t very deep, so I just sat on the Green Couch watching all the dogz go by (and giving them the eye (and telecommuting)). And there were kids walking up and down the street with shovels. I guessed that they were soliciting shoveling services. That is fine with me. Except. We do our own shoveling. But I had not done it yet.

Around noon, I was suiting up to go out and shovel when I heard young adolescent male voices outside my door and shovels banging around. I thought, oh no, those kids are gonna ask if Old Lady Courtois wants her walk shoveled. I didn’t and I sorta tried to refuse them but, in the end I couldn’t resist them so I gave them beaucoup bucks ($10) to shovel my sidewalk. The GG is not exactly happy with the amount of money I paid for a kid to do something I didn’t really want him to do but I was kind of impressed that these kids were trying to earn money by providing a service on a day when school was closed.

I actually paid them because I wanted them to go away. They spent maybe 10 minutes at my house. One of them was giving loud orders to the other, which was hilarious. My plan had been to go outside and start up the Ninja to warm it up while I shoveled and took the compost out, etc. I eventually did all of that.

Speaking of the Pickle Finger

February 6th, 2018 by kayak woman

Can you find the Pickle Finger on this map? I can. I can find cabins and rocks and waves. I’m not sure about birds. They seem to look a lot like waves in the key, so not sure which are which. The ship is a no-brainer. Muksaslooie and something called a mousemole are in the key but I can’t find them on the map. There are some sorta p*nis-looking things on the map. I can’t tell from the key *exactly* what they are. Does that say “houses”? Oh, wait! I bet they are *light*houses! There *are* (or were) lighthouses in roughly those spots on the map.

I found this Cabin Map while randomly triaging all of the crapola that resides on my laptop. It is a VERY GOOD map of the moominbeach although I think it is cut off at the edges by whoever scanned it… I was puzzled at first about which of the Beach Urchins had created it. After I saw “mousemole”, I think I have a pretty good idea 🐭 Or maybe not – see comments 🦎

The Pickle Finger

February 5th, 2018 by kayak woman

Long ago, in a land sorta far from The Planet Ann Arbor, I was a small child who slept in a wee bunk bed with my brother in a small rustic cabin. We switched off between top and bottom and I don’t remember any sibling fights about that. We must have had them but there were perks about sleeping in both places, so I think we mostly enjoyed switching it up when The Commander changed the sheets, which was weekly, like I do every place I have ever lived. Thank you Moom.

Back in those days, we knew which freighters were going up or coming down by using binoculars. I should say, My Old Coot would use binoculars. We were not permitted to touch his binoculars.

At some point in time, My Old Coot bought a scanner. He listened to the Sault Ste. Marie police stuff but he also listened to which freighters were coming up or going down. The boats would call in at various points (Light 26 or Gros Cap of Point Louise or whatever). I loved when various beach folk would be sitting on the beach and even before we could see a boat show itself over the horizon, My Old Coot would walk down to the top of the bank and announce the name. He had been listening to the scanner.

We still used binoculars in those days. I finally bought my own pair because I got taaaarrred of my dad and brother harassing me about not getting sand in their binoculars. Um, I am an adult? I make mistakes but I can be careful with expensive stuff. And I was. And I still have those binoculars but I don’t take them north any more because…

In the middle of all that, Light 26 got built. My Beach Urchins were babies and toddlers and preschoolers then and when Radical Betty referred to the new structure as the Fickle Finger of Fate, Lizard Breath dubbed it the Pickle Finger. Which of course resulted in gales of laughter from all of the grand-folk in the room.

Nowadays the Old Coot is gone and I miss him. It’s sad that he didn’t live long enough for the iPhone and the Marine Traffic app because that’s what we use nowadays to figure out which boat is out in the channel.

My Mouse bought us cases for our new iPhone X phones. She gave me a bunch of choices but this one spoke to me. It is light 26 aka the Pickle Finger. The GG and Mouse had the Motor Bote out by the Pickle Finger and she got the loverly pic that ended up being my new iPhone case. I love it and you may not want to know the pic that the GG sent to Mouse to put on his case.

Invisibility (or not)

February 4th, 2018 by kayak woman

I was at a sorta fancy but also informal event last weekend and we shared our table with folks we don’t know. That was cool but after a while I realized that every single person at the table had been asked something like “Who are you? What do you do for a living?” Except me. The Pensioner was asked what he did. My daughter was asked what she did. Every other male at the table was asked. The third female at the table went on at length about her job.

I was not asked. I was a bit ticked off about that at the time. Upon a week’s reflection, I don’t really give a rat’s ass about why a bunch of random people more or less wrote me off as someone not worth talking to. To be fair, I didn’t really care what the heck they did either. But it was interesting that men were asked about their profession but [older] women were not. Systems analyst in the online banking biz here. Good job. Good pay. You’re welcome.

But then there are the damn panhandlers. I walked out of the Plum Market yesterday and there was a guy out there kind of perambulating around the parking lot in what I thought was a sinister way (I am good at interpreting body language). And yes, as I walked out into the parking lot, the guy tried to approach me. “Excuse me, Ma’am?” Roight. He wanted to ask me for money. Sorry but no. I looked around. There were about a billion cars around at the intersection. I replied with an emphatic “NO”. I think he said “okay”. And then, if I remember correctly, he looked around at some of the other women heading into the Plum Market. If I encounter that kind of thing again, I will go back inside the Plum and alert the management to the fact that creepy panhandlers are in their parking lot.

This kind of thing has happened to me a lot in the last year. I’m not sure why. Yesterday’s guy was black but I have been approached by Caucasian folks too. No, yer not gettin’ any of’ my sniggly bit o’ money. Get a God damn job.

I made two lasagnas today. Do y’all think we will remember to take them up north next weekend?

Ground Hog Day

February 3rd, 2018 by kayak woman

I know it’s not Ground Hog Day any more. That’s what I wanted to write about yesterday but by the time I got around to doing the blahg, I was wasted. I don’t mean drunk wasted. A coupla wee (watered down) cocktails with dinner isn’t gonna get me drunk. I mean brain wasted from too much thinking and that’s not a bad thing.

Anyway, yesterday morning, I was walking in the woods in the dark and I heard a wee bit of a yip out on the sidewalk somewhere. I knew it was my friend Ano and sure enough, next thing I knew, I spied the flash of the orange LED lights on Ano’s collar. I haven’t seen much of Ano and his human lately so I stopped to talk to them a bit. And yes, Ano apparently sensed my presence in the woods well before they got there. I know about this kind of thing because my brother’s dogz always sensed my imminent arrival at their house in Grand Blanc when I was blocks away. Maybe that’s what gave my brother a clue to get his taaaaar pump out in time to meet me in his driveway with it. He knew my taaaarrrs would prob’ly be low.

I miss my brother. I miss his dogz, even though the only remaining dog (Ernie) has probably been trained to go for my jugular if he ever sees me again. On the other hand, Ernie might remember me for the FRIEND I have always been to him. I’ll probably never know. Sigh.

Anyway, Ano’s human and I were talking about winter and one of us said something about Groundhog Day and Ano’s human asked me if I believed that the groundhog could predict when winter would end. Well, of *course* the groundhog cannot predict that. What I do know about February 2 is that it is a cross-quarter day, a day halfway between a solstice and an equinox. That means we are halfway through winter. Some of my Celtic ancestors probably had different names for days like Groundhog Day.

Nowadays, I don’t think Punxsutawney Phil has much to say about how much longer winter will last. The sun starts to look summer-like in February (when it shows its face). The birds start singing their mating songs. But February is still winter and can bring snow and ultra-cold temperatures. March can be horrible (or not) and four years ago we had a glacier in our backyard in mid-April but that was the Polar Vortex year. This is Michigan and we get all four seasons with vehemence.

And then there’s the Groundhog Day movie, which we have seen a few times (on the TV). I lived that movie during the time The Commander was dying. Schlepping down through the snow every morning to either the hoosegow or assisted living and well, I dunno, listening to oxygen musheens hum the tune my musician ears still remember and jumping to respond to requests for WATER. People kept wondering why I was walking everywhere and sometimes asked me if I wanted a ride. No. I NEEDED to walk. It’s what kept me sane.

To end this on a more upbeat note, the photo captures a thing I find interesting, which is the juxtaposition of nature’s version of engineering, aka naked tree branches, with an elegant man-made construction crane. At least I thought it was elegant. It isn’t the best photooo. The GG dragged me out into middle of the street to help me get the shot and we had to dodge a few vee-hickles to do it.

50 Shades of Gray?

February 2nd, 2018 by kayak woman

Lemme see… For those who might wonder where I am if I don’t post a blahg entry, I am here. I hung out at Cubelandia all day today and my job is loverly these days. Who knew that I would have such a sweet little job at a time of life when a lot of people are counting the days to retaaaarrrrment.

We switched between 50 Shades of Gray and Hogan’s Heroes re-runs after last night’s episode of Outlander. I was skeptical about 50 Shades and didn’t read the book and now that I have seen bits of the moooovie, I am even more skeptical. Do I want to read the book now? I dunno.

I did read Gone Girl (but didn’t see the mooovie). I was not impressed with the book one iota. I give it about two stars only because I kept reading it until the end. Alas, it left an extremely bitter taste in my palate. I didn’t identify with one single character. Every single one of them was a nincompoop in my opinion. And whatever happened to Go, twin sister of the male protagonist (if you can call him a protagonist)? The guy has a twin sister and she basically drops off the face of the earth. Why introduce her at all? Or did I miss something…

Oh well, I guess we are gonna queue up the next Outlander episode in the Monster Bedroom so I guess I better get going on back in there. Hope I can stay awake. G’night!

Agility

February 1st, 2018 by kayak woman

I don’t really have anything today. My job is keeping me ultra-busy, not to mention Agile, but Agile has always been how I do my best work. But it all leaves me with not-a-lot at the end of the day.

But then I looked at Facebook when I got home and Our Northern Correspondent had posted a whiteout photo at the moominbeach and then The Beautiful Jan had shared a photo of snow-mobiles driving up Ashmun Street in Sault Ste. Siberia. I immediately recognized that this is I-500 weekend and that brought back what few I-500 Snowmobile race memories I have.

1969: First year of the race. I was a high school freshman and I didn’t have Bad Boyfriend yet. I can’t exactly remember if I went to that race or not but I remember a few things about it. It didn’t end until very late at night and even though we didn’t live near the racetrack, we could hear the roar of the snow-mos the whole time. Oh, and the grocery stores in our little outpost city ran out of things like bread and milk.

1970: Bad Boyfriend “took me” to the race (i.e., it was a *date*). At the time, it was the worst date of my life because we argued about some trivial thing and he left me to walk ALONE along the dark side of the track wondering how the heck I was gonna get home down to Superior Street and lamenting that BB didn’t “luv” me any more. Sigh. I f-i-n-a-l-l-y made it back to the area of the grandstand and, of all things, THERE WERE MY PARENTS! They weren’t there looking for me, just going to the snow-mo race. Being my parents, they didn’t even *ask* where BB was. They simply welcomed me and drove me home with them. THAT’S WHAT PARENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO DOOOO, IF ANYONE DOESN’T KNOW THAT. (I have certainly had worse dates since then – another time – or not).

1972: Playing the national anthem at the start of the race with my high school band on my flute with FREEZING FINGERS. Did I have glubs on? I can’t remember.

2012: It was many years before I attended the I-500 again. I happened to be up there dealing with End-of-Life issues with The Commander in 2012. Dogmomster came up for that weekend, so I walked over to the race site and bought some tickets to the race. I don’t have anything much more to say about Dogmomster. Things were definitely different back then and I can’t say we didn’t try because we certainly DID!

As luck (good and bad) would have it, 2012 was an unusually warm winter. The bad luck was for the snow-mo race. The temperatures soared to something like 40 , which turned it into a Mud-mobile race. What a mess! I got some photos and am happy I didn’t get close enough to get splashed with mud.

The good? I drove down to The Planet Ann Arbor the next day. I suffered from GREAT TREPIDATION about leaving my mother in hospice care without me being there but I had to get home for a bit… I also had to drive the Ninja, which doesn’t like icy roads all that well. I had warm weather all the way down and the roads were dry. Thanks be to whatever benevolent entity looked after me that day.

P.S. Bad Boyfriend was NOT a bad person. My parents liked him well enough. He just wasn’t a good BF for me at age 15/16. My parents were right about that. They never said a word to me about what they thought and they welcomed BF graciously but I knew they were concerned. More on that some other time. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Super Blue Blood Moon

January 31st, 2018 by kayak woman

Alas, I could not see the Super Blue Blood Moon this morning. I was hoping to see the eclipse and I was walking at the right time but the cloud cover was too thick. I am envious of anyone who got good pics of the SBBM. My cousin Mac, who does *not* live anywhere near the god-forsaken Great Lake State, posted some good ones. I knew The Pensioner would want to see the eclipse if at all possible. But not. So I did not wake him up before I left for work. I suspect The Pensioner was already sentient when I snuck into the Monster Bedroom to throw my Winter Walking Skirt onto my Bedroom Mound but he didn’t say anything.

Hahahaha. I am watching Outlander tonight and so is the sassenach I married. Look it up.