Random bits of my so-called life.

Not crying, no reason to

June 25th, 2022 by kayak woman

Just activating against those who are taking womens’ rights away. Brett Kavanaugh’s daughters WILL have access to safe abortions if they ever need one whether legal or not. Many others will not. I will keep blahgging about this stuff (from time to time at least) until our country comes to its senses. If ever.

Almost too taaared to blahg at this point. Early run to the farmers market. Home for a short time, then a trip to Plum, then cleaning and laundry and pea-shelling.

And. Made a trip down to the Liberty St. post office to sign a couple of ballot proposal petitions. One was the Reproductive Freedom for All and the other was a voters’ rights petition. I sorta felt like I should dress up in the typical bizcaz stuff that I wear when it isn’t hot out but it was hot so I wore tie-dye and a long tiered skirt so it maybe shouldda been obvious that I was a Washtenaw County resident (aka Old Hippie) but I answered the question in the affirmative without qualification. I am not and have never been a hippie anywhere but I have been accused of being one on various occasions.

We have opened our home to one of our nieces and her three young daughters tonight. They have been on the road from the west for three nights and one of them was a bit reluctant to get out of the car once it finally landed in our driveway. I don’t blame her a bit. Where the heck am I? She has been here once before for maybe a couple hours when she was two years old. The GG grabbed Softy Beanbag and gave it to her and that did the trick. So now Softy has a new friend.

G’night, KW

So whaddya think I did?

June 24th, 2022 by kayak woman

For whatever it’s worth, as soon as my phone lit up with a news alert, I IMMEDIATELY tapped over to Planned Parenthood and set up a MONTHLY donation. It doesn’t feel like much but it’s all I could think of to do in the moment. Except scream, but we all knew this was coming so that seemed pointless.

That’s about all I have today except to note that the song below is not SPECIFICALLY about reproductive rights but late in her life, this singer trotted it out again to promote those rights.

’tis the season

June 23rd, 2022 by kayak woman

At least he’ll be ready for That Season when it rolls around again. All too soon. And no this thing doesn’t chop up branches, at least not intentionally. But boyz just wanna have fun don’tcha know. With their shovels and rakes and power stuff.

A long day of untwisting various things at work, functionality, not people. Mostly. But that one person is a known quantity. Anyway, y’all don’t want to hear about any of that because BORING. At least the jackhammers in my street stopped before any meetings started.

It isn’t really that bad using an outhouse with no door as long as it meets a few requirements. 1) The door (or lack thereof) is not in a place where anyone can see inside unless they walk right up to it. 2) It is surrounded by a LOT of trees. 3) A limited number of people are using it. Four in our case except when we had guests.

One of the perks of having no door is that it helps [somewhat] with keeping the odor down. The small number of people using it and the deep freeze of our winters probably also helped with that. I was still glad when we finally got indoor plumbing.

We installed a septic field when I was 20 but it wasn’t until my little brother got married that The Commander installed true indoor plumbing fixtures with hot water and everything. I’m sure the RV shower wasn’t to s-i-l’s taste but she tolerated it until…

The worst thing about the outhouse wasn’t the lack of door. It was the lack of light at night. I would run like a bat outta hell out there with my flashlight and run like a bat outta hell back. Thinking about lurking vampires and werewolves the whole time.

Years later when I was at a work meeting the LSCHP (who used to be my boss) was talking about vampires and how they sparkle. I guess they do that in modern vampire movies but I’ve never seen one. I piped up with, “they didn’t do that when I was a kid going to our outhouse.” I’ll never forget the look on the then development manager’s face 🤣

Boyz in skirtz?

June 22nd, 2022 by kayak woman

Looking for something else, I found this.

I remember this event but I don’t really know what they were doing. It’s my little brother and three of the four Sherman boys. They also had an older sister and their youngest brother was probably not quite old enough to join in these kinds of shenanigans. At that time he wanted to grow up to be a mother and wear a rapern (apron) like his mom and my mom. Given the sense of humor of the Sherman boy in the middle of the three, they could well have been building skirts. He is my age and I reconnected with him a few years ago and he is still as funny as ever 🧡

The Shermans with their five kids came out to visit us for a couple weeks every summer for a few years. They would park in our “camper” space with their VW bus and popup trailer tent. The Sherman dad (who took this photo) and his brother were my dad’s buddies growing up in Sault Ste. Siberia. They migrated away from town as adults but all stayed friends forever. I’m not sure if the Sherman dad is still alive or not. He would be over 100 if he is.

We had so much fun running around on the beach and swimming and having community dinners with the folks at the Old Cabin. I think my Granddaddy was still around at least in the earlier years to bring big jugs of A&W root beer and corn from local farmers he knew. It wasn’t all that much fun to share an outhouse with all those people especially since my parents didn’t seem to think it needed a DOOR! I remember running out there one morning only to find that it was occupied by the Sherman dad. I beat a hasty retreat! Almost scarier than the werewolves and vampires that used to hang out there at night.

My blahg is weird tonight

June 21st, 2022 by kayak woman

I dunno what’s going on so I’m (maybe) gonna bag it for tonight. AHA! I figgered it out. Missed a closing single quote 😜

Himself. Home again, home again, jiggity jig

June 21st, 2022 by kayak woman

30 seconds after I took this blissful little nap photooo, his frickin’ phone rang, waking him up. Turn the sound off, turn the sound off, turn the sound off.

Because he was coming home, I needed to actually cook. I actually LIKE to cook but food management can be a challenge with (usually) two people, one of them constantly in and out of town. So I was intentionally at the bitter end of leftovers and made a Plum Dash to obtain some supplies for eggplant parm (today) and BBQ chicken (tomorrow maybe, I didn’t want to ask him to grill tonight since he was just arriving home.

My mouse and I had a convo at the plum this morning about his impending arrival and the ways his presence might be stressful for me. Like going to the hardware six times in one day. Or making/answering a bazillion phone calls related to a relative giving a phone solicitor their credit card info 🤪. Or fixing the Lyme Lounge brakes in the driveway for days on end. Or not wearing a mask anywhere, ever (but the CDC said…). None of these things *really* bother me (except the last but I have made peace with it) but I do enjoy having some time alone when I’m not constantly wondering, “what is he doing now?”

Again we have been told over and over and over again how to handle high heat. The predicted temperatures varied but although I was hearing 98 at times, my most reliable weather device has never registered above 92. That’s not really all that hot if you live in a house under a huge tree canopy like I do and there is a decent breeze. So the Landfill felt cool most of the day, except for when the sun swung around in the afternoon to light and heat up teleCubelandia. But that’s a teensy tinesy part of the Landfill.

And that’s about it for today. Sayonara.

Mooma Robin

June 20th, 2022 by kayak woman

Where am I? How do I? A pair of robins have been hanging out here in the back yard for at least a week. They seem almost tame, slow-walking around the back yard but I was kinda wondering if they had their eyeballs on the nest in the pic. Turns out that yes, they did.

I have had to reorient myself at my work during the last few weeks. It is what it is. I am a professional and I will continue on until whatever happens next. I’m not sure this is a smart thing to say on my blahg but I hope the next “wave” happens to meeee and not to those who are still shepherding their children through college, etc. We put our daughters through college mostly on one income and it wasn’t easy but we certainly managed it but it was planned at least sorta. I don’t want my friends to have to do that.

I began this job when mouse was doing her junior study abroad time in Dakar. The week before she left and I started my job was cray-zee. I had to take a drug test and I drove all the way over to Ypsilanti in pouring rain to do that and I could NOT make water to save my life. Why? Because I READ THE INSTRUCTIONS! The instructions said not to drink a whole lot of water. So I didn’t. So I couldn’t pee. Jeebus. There was a NASTY receptionist who didn’t want to listen to me but eventually softened and said “somebody” was hungry. She meant herself. Hangry. Sigh. I dunno whether I passed the stupid drug test or not but I must have because the LSCHP hired me. I mean, I don’t take the kind of drugs they test for…

So I am still here but many others are not. We will carry on as long as we can. I sure miss a lot of folks.

Pea Prodject complete (for this week)

June 19th, 2022 by kayak woman

I have a couple more twenties hanging around and I will be buying more peas to shell.

Also cleaned Telecublandia, which means I took everything off the adjacent windowsills, vacuumed up the spider webs and dead bugs and then WASHED all of the sills with soap and water. Window panes themselves are okay for now because Mr. Clean washed them a while back. And changed the sheets on the bed in the “guest” bedroom. I haven’t been changing those between guests because the only guest we’ve had in the last two years is Lizard Breath. Why bother?

Other than that I was focused on re-reading The Grapes of Wrath. I read it in high school or thereabouts but at this point, I knew that I only had a handle on the general arc of the story. I greatly enjoyed my revisit and probably understood a lot of details and references more clearly than I did back then. It was and is a hard book to read.

We humans can treat each other so horribly. The “Okies”, many of them destitute, are forced to leave land they’ve lived on for a few generations and are generally treated like crap when they get to the “promised land”. I cannot be eloquent (or even accurate) about the era because I am not all that well informed about historical details. But when the book started to refer to supposed union organizers as “reds”, I couldn’t help but compare that to all of the references to “communists” in contemporary times. Yes there are probably some “commies” out there. I am not one of them although I have been called one. Why? Because I care enough about “others” to want them to be able to feed themselves and their children and be treated fairly in our society and I am willing to help pay for that via my taxes. I know this book was sort of a muckraking novel but the people in that era *were* treated badly and children were allowed to starve because why? Because they were other? We can do better than that.

People form unions because they are not being treated fairly by the entities they work for. The Commander, a well-educated white woman married to a bank president, joined a union. It was the teachers’ union. Teachers are vitally important to our society. They are professionals entrusted with our children and are still paid like crap. And that wasn’t even an era when she had to be trained to shield children from nutso mass murderers or learn how to use a gun and keep one in her classroom. I’ve said this before AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN but my parents voted for Republicans back in the day. That changed as the Republican party moved so far to the right it was unrecognizable to them.

I’ll put an end to the incoherent rambling but two things struck me. 1) I didn’t remember how competent the Joad boys were at keeping an old, decrepit truck running for a cross-country trip. Seems like that talent *should* have landed them decent jobs as mechanics? Maybe in a different telling of this story they would have. 2) I mis-remembered that a toddler fell off a truck and got left at a service station or somewhere. Maybe that was a different book? 🤣

I dunno what book is next for me just yet…

Zen things

June 18th, 2022 by kayak woman

Driving the Ninja on the slow(er) surface roads to Cubelandia back in the day. Coding html. Usually. It has its moments 🐽. Shelling peas.

It’s June and that’s when I get to shell peas in my back yard (or at the beach or wherever). I went to the farmers market at 0-skunk-30 today like I almost always do on Saturday. I bought… More Copper River salmon and shrimp gazpacho. And shelling peas. And that was all because the GG is up bushwacking the nature preserve adjacent to our family beach property and I wasn’t about to load up on food because until a few minutes ago, I wasn’t sure when he was coming back.

I scouted for shelling peas last week but nobody had them yet. Today! Wow! A young vendor had quart boxes of them stacked up the wazoo. They were even labeled. I usually have to ask whether they are shelling or sugar snap. It isn’t always easy to tell by looking at them. The price was $4 a box so I pulled out a twenty and said, “Gimme five.” As he was dumping them into my Chico bag, he volunteered that he would have them for two or three more weeks. I’ll be back.

It was GORGEOUS weather for pea-shelling today and I shelled them off and on between other chores and errands and a Cygnus ride to check in with the cygnets at Swan Corners (they are growing tail feathers). And word puzzles, which happen mostly in the morning but today I picked at the spelling bee on and off throughout the day and still have two words to go. I did not finish the Pea Prodject today. I saved some for tomorrow.

Up and down the covid escalator

June 17th, 2022 by kayak woman

The cases go down and we unmask. The cases go up and we SUGGEST masks.

Today I read that the cases in Washtenaw County have decreased to the point that we are at a “medium” risk level and people don’t really need to wear masks in indoor spaces any more. Oh dear. I am still wearing masks when I go to indoor places and I am always glad to see staff members who are masking. They don’t all. I will keep masking for the duration. I am fortunate enough to be able to schedule my grocery trips early in the day and limit the time I’m in the store. Plus I am a UScan ninja.

I have various friends who have traveled by plane in recent months. They report that since mask requirements were lifted (whenever that was), most people are NOT masking on planes, including flight attendants. I have a complicated relationship with flying in passenger jets in general. I cannot figger how people can SLEEP on flights. I feel every single goddamn vibration, change of altitude / speed / whatever. I wanna know what’s going on. I love when the pilot announces the beginning of our descent because if they don’t, I can feel it and am wondering. Like are we gonna crash in Lake Michigan 🤣

I would be waaaaay uncomfortable sharing air with unmasked folks on top of my regular flying anxiety, hybrid immunity or not. BTW, if you were on a flight with me, at least pre-covid, you would not know that I was anxious. I am good at “masking” that.

Maybe there’ll be a photooo later or maybe not

June 16th, 2022 by kayak woman

So everything was fine last evening and I was sitting outside in the “cool” (89) of the evening texting with UKW and… First my wifi announced its demise. That was okay because I could just switch to cell service. And then I heard Gertrude (my stove) having a seizure. Okay. We have a brownout.

When we are on brownout all of the LEDs in my house (I have a LOT) still work so I don’t always notice when we’ve lost power. Gertrude sometimes freaks out and beeps like crazy but not always. When she does, I have to go down into the Landfill Dungeon and cut the circuit breaker. Which I did with the help of my iPhone flashlight.

I put my iPhone on airplane mode to save battery and sat outside watching the faaaarflies for a while before returning to teleCubelandia where I found that the phone charging stand I have there was actually charging my phone. Until the power went completely out. I dozed on the Green Couch for a while until 12:10 AM when the power came back on. Fortunately I had thought to turn off the attic fan while we were on brownout, otherwise its return to life would’ve probably scared me half to death.

I always joke that summer outages during hot weather happen because everybody turns on their central A/C at once. When we first lived here, most people including us didn’t have central air. I think most people have it nowadays. The power company reported an “equipment failure”, which, according to an employee who is also on nextdoor neighbor, was an overheated transformer. I dunno if it did that because of increased load (because of everybody turning on their A/C at once) or what but then I don’t know much about lucky-shucky or its service delivery.

A beautiful little surprise thunderstorm rolled through this morning and I worked the rest of the day with a couple loads of laundry and things in between the cracks.

I have a photooo, a stolen one, but can’t seem to upload it for now. Will try again. Or not… Clearly this is all just filler anyway.

Warning warning! Danger Will Robinson! (Or mom 🤣)

June 15th, 2022 by kayak woman

The winter storm alerts that nowadays begin three days before the predicted event are bad enough. This week I’ve been listening to constant warnings about today’s predicted weather, which has turned out to be in the low 90s, at least at my house.

Folks, there are vulnerable entities out there that we need to look out for. Pets need water and shade. Babies need a similar set of things as do elderly folks. Homeless people encompass a wide variety of the population and they do not need to be stuck outside.

I am no spring chicken but I do not consider myself elderly and I can handle temperatures in the 90s pretty well although I have been known to kvetch about them. The Landfill was comfortable all day WITHOUT turning on the central A/C. As the afternoon wore on and Mr. Golden Sun headed west, teleCublandia started getting a little too hot for comfort. I did two things: 1) turn on the attic fan and 2) move over to the dining table, which was completely shaded.

When I knocked off work, I decamped to the back yard, where I am completely shaded and there is a healthy breeze. It’s hot but it’s comfortable. I didn’t turn on the A/C and I don’t plan to. Not today anyway. I would if I needed to.

That isn’t to say that there won’t be intolerably hot weather here this summer. We’ve certainly had it before and we’ll get it again.

Summer of 1988 KILLED my BEAUTIFUL flowering crab tree. 90s to low 100s every day for weeks with very little rain. I remember when my then toddler got roseola and her temperature at one point (104) was the same as the outdoor temperature. As crazy as this sounds, we filled our little kiddie pool to help cool her off.

The photo is from, hmmm, 2012 or so, another hot hot hot summer. I got into my Ninja after work at Cubelandia that day and she reported that it was 106 degrees. The photo is an old indoor/outdoor thermometer I had in the Landfill Chitchen. Yes, it was 106 when I got home that day. The issue is, I took this photo a couple days later. The outdoor temps had dropped precipitously and it took me a few minutes of eye-balling that thermometer to realize that if it was under 80 degrees INSIDE, it couldn’t be 106 outside and yes, the thermometer was broken.

Nowadays we are served by a plethora of fancy modern weather devices. The one in the bathroom lies. Its sensors are in direct sunlight during the morning and it will report temperatures in the 60s on sunny single-digit winter days.

I’m sure I’ll be kvetching about heat some time this summer but today was not really that bad.

The only internet-able option

June 14th, 2022 by kayak woman

Today, that is. There has been a lot of first-world scurrying around on various fronts here but absolutely NONE of it belongs on a blahg, even my obscure little blahg, even though there are humorous aspects to at least some of it.

So, here is a pic of the shaggy-haired guy I have been co-existing with throughout covid. He is not a covid coward like I am and has had a few haircuts throughout. Sometimes during periods of low(er) transmission, sometimes not. He did not bring covid home from a haircut. If anything, it’s likely he brought it home from an OUTDOOR trail encounter with a person who had “cold” symptoms. He and his other half got up close and personal for photos with this person. My opinion? Not a cold. And it wasn’t.

Anyway, he took his ebike downtown yesterday afternoon. Today he posted this weird photo of himself behind this pink frippery or whatever it is. It wasn’t until he posted an “after” photo TODAY that I realized he had probably been at Tina’s barber shop and I DIDN’T NOTICE his haircut when he got home yesterday. Even though I had been thinking he looked a bit scruffy before. Today I guess my eye was drawn to his Bucky Beaver t-shirt.

Before I met the GG, he had waist-length hair. I’ll have to find a pic but not tonight. This was mostly in high school and at least partly through college. He somehow hitch-hiked around the country (at 16) with that hair without getting molested or killed by some pervert. He has some pretty good stories from that. By the time I met him, he was working for a government contractor and had short hair although he has never really lost much of his old hippy/rebel look. In my opinion anyway.

Rough night (in a first world way)

June 13th, 2022 by kayak woman

First, this is not my photo or my kayak. Credit to my 🐭 out on the chain of lakes in Washtenaw County with her new yak. I stole it from a text message.

I almost always wake up at that Batscope Hour (3-something) and make a quick trip to the Water Closet. I did that last night and then… I did not go back to sleep at all. That is unusual for me. I usually either go right back to sleep or hang out for a bit trying to make my brain stop (somewhere besides salami). If worse comes to worst, I fall into REM dreams just before the time I want to get up. Last night. My sleeping partner spent HOURS tossing and turning and incessantly sleep-talking. He remembers NOTHING of this and I truly believe that but I sure couldn’t sleep. At one point I was just about settled down when a SKUNK walked by.

We won’t talk about how CRABBY I was about the Ed Sullivan re-runs that were on when I first went to bed. I had already started to doze off on the Green Couch and was looking forward to descending calmly and quietly further into sleep after a quick Water Closet stop. So I thought the TV was waaaay loud. I was told I was CRABBY. Yes. I was.

I actually do okay when I don’t get a perfect night of sleep and I did so today. I am somehow programmed to get up early and I do no matter how badly I sleep. And this doesn’t happen all that often. I am usually pretty efficient about putting myself back to sleep even when I can’t make my brain stop. On salami or whatever.

I deserve a break today

June 12th, 2022 by kayak woman

So, once when my parents and Radical Betty were early octogenarians, I called up to the yooperland one afternoon. My old coot actually answered the phone, which was odd because at that point in their lives, it was usually the Birch Point Telegraph aka The Commander who answered the telephone.

My dad relayed the information that The Commander and Radical Betty were off gallivanting around across the river in Canananada and that meant HE GOT A BREAK for once.

I know what he meant by a BREAK though. We have been home since Tuesday afternoon and about the only breaks we have had from each other are when the GG takes the Lyme Lounge out for little brake test junkets or over to Ypsi or wherever to buy parts. A replacement for a new but bad part arrived this morning and it all seems good to go.

That is all not to mention the hours (seemingly) he’s spent on the phone all week dealing with another issue. This was necessary but I prefer when he doesn’t PACE while on the phone.

But man oh man, gabblety gabblety gabblety gabblety and please DON’T try to over-schedule yourself. Or me. In the mid-afternoon, a flash of ORANGE caught my attention from the driveway. Oh, yeah, I fergot Oriole was scheduled to stop by this afternoon. So nice to have adult kiddos who live close by. I don’t really need help with my first world problems but I appreciate that they understand them (maybe better than I do) and care enough to listen.

This newly minted pine cone (flower?) is a bit out of focus in the front and it is driving me NUTS. Just saying that I notice it too although I didn’t until after I posted it on Instagram and some people “liked” it.

Another half-assed entry but that’s where I am tonight. Love y’all.

Avoiding the Gazpacho

June 11th, 2022 by kayak woman

Oh not the shrimp gazpacho I got down at Monahan’s Seafood at 0-skunk-30 this morning. That was really good. I’ve been seeing it on facebook for years now but every time I’m down there, I forget about it. My ears perked up when a woman ahead of me ordered some so I did too. I will order it again but as good as it is, I think I will also add shrimp to my own more or less Moosewood gazpacho the next time I make it.

I also bought Copper River salmon (’tis the season) and then beef tenderloin at Sparrow Meats. Asparagus, potatoes, and garlic scapes outside. Wanted shelling peas but they aren’t available yet. A little early? Not sure.

I was rather slowly cleaning out the refrigimatator when my cousin called and next thing I knew we were sitting in the back yard jawboning with her and her husband and their friends, a couple who lived below me on Seventh St. umpteen bazillion years ago. We won’t talk about the time my terlet was leaking and I didn’t know it and toidy water was dripping into their dining room or whatever. It was kind of a ram-shackle duplex (old house converted into upstairs/downstairs apartments) and I was glad when we moved out.

We moved because we were getting married and if I remember correctly, one of the reasons (besides we were getting married and could afford it) they accepted us as renters was because we were not a “zebra team”. Thank the gods times have changed. Or have they? I actually remember thinking, “What the heck is a zebra team?” At the time, I just wanted a nicer apartment. We moved again when Lizard Breath was on the way (into the Landfill where we could make our own social rules). I first felt her move on the couch in that apartment. When we were moving out, the landlady started to get a bit snarky about a teensy bit of dirt on the carpeted stairs until our buddy Master Woodring (phd in limnology) quietly alerted her to the fact that I was not walking alone in life any more. We still did our best to clean it up.

Three of our guests today went to high school here and they are attending a reunion this weekend. When they said they had been at the farmers market this morning, I almost said something like, “Oh, I didn’t see you there”, but then OOPS. I was likely HOME from the market before they were all out of bed. In fact, when the Sparrow gal told me it would take a few minutes to trim a new tenderloin, I said, “I’ll just run out and get a couple things at the booths.” When I got back like five minutes later, my tenderloin was trimmed, wrapped, and ready to, uh, pay for 🤣.

After everyone left, we kinda crashed out for a while. The GG was asleep. I never sleep in the afternoon except occasionally when I doze off on the moominbeach on the right kind of day.

P.S. Don’t even begin to try to understand yesterday’s ridiculous and incoherent post 🐽. I’ve been thinking through the ins and outs of a first-world problem and how to try to ninja my way through it.

I am weird but I am really smart… Or so some people say

June 10th, 2022 by kayak woman

I dunno. I am a rather extreme introvert but I am a friendly introvert. I love people, I just don’t want to entertain them frequently. I do love when folks visit me here on The Planet Ann Arbor in the back yard and I love when the Moomincabin is full up, as long as COVID is not lurking.

What do I do for a living? It’s hard for me to detail that in a day to day way. I am happiest when I can just do my job without trying to describe every stinkin’ little detail about it. Besides being a friendly introvert, I have a weird knack for remembering and organizing details. Every job I have ever had, paid or volunteer, I have been what a Young Actors Guild person called The Glue.

No one at my current job calls me The Glue and I wouldn’t ask them to but I do tend to be one of the people who can figure out what we changed when and why and (usually) find documentation for it. I wrote a lot of that documentation… I love my job but after the last couple weeks, I wonder how long I will I last there. We’ll see. I am a baggy old bag but with any luck I will ninja myself along for a while longer!

Am I smart? I am smart enough to know that there are a whole helluva lot of things I do not know.

Love y’all, KW

Have yourself a grumpy little morning

June 9th, 2022 by kayak woman

So, Eco-Terlet has been showing signs of being in a failure mode for the last couple days. Like you push its buttons and they go down but NOTHING happens. Fortunately both times this happened, there was nothing significant in the bowl and my personal plumber fixed it. Except why does it keep happening? I was met with a certain amount of grumptitude (and I was NOT a happy camper about that) when I reported this today. I mean, we have ONE terlet here. I am no stranger to going in the outdoors but we can’t use our suburban backyard every time, especially not if it involves good old number two. I mean Nextdoor Neighbor is FULL of people complaining about dog poop. Can you imagine if human poop was also in the mix? Hoping the second terlet fix is a keeper but still gonna put a bucket at the ready. Thanks to the Moldy Old Hoton Lake Cabin, I am no stranger to bucket flushing.

In My Plumber aka the GG’s defense, he has spent umpteen bazillion hours in the last few days replacing the brakes on the Lyme Lounge, not to mention the battery. It is nine years old now and stuff happens. And then there were some other dealings, which all I’ll say about is DO NOT EVER give out your credit card number to ANYONE who calls you!!!! !!!! !!!! No, it wasn’t either of us who did it but the GG had to clean it up. I mean, I’ve worked in online banking for almost 15 years now and I am required to take online training sessions several times a year about various fraudulent practices. Guess what? I ALWAYS pass them with flying colors because I never did that kind of thing even before I had this job. JUST DON’T DO IT!!! In fact, if you don’t recognize the number calling you DON’T ANSWER IT AT ALL!!! !!! !!! And then BLOCK IT BLOCK IT BLOCK IT. Just a PSA.

One of the things we did NOT argue about tonight was Elon Musk 🤣🤣🤣

Tripping around the sun

June 8th, 2022 by kayak woman

Not me, I did that in January, on a loverly little breakthrough COVID birthday.

Today it’s the cute little beach urchin on the left, my younger niece. The beach urchin on the right is my younger daughter. I use the comparative rather than the superlative because in the finFam, I only have two daughters and two nieces. On the cFam side (in-laws), I still have only two daughters but umpteen bazillion nieces, not to mention a bunch of nephews.

My brother and I each had two daughters, meaning my parents had four granddaughters. My older daughter is two years older than my brother’s older and my younger is two years older than his younger. They were all blonde as young children, as my husband, brother, and I were. I still call us all blonde although, like many blondes, our hair darkened into dishwater blonde later on and mine is mostly white/gray now.

This pic is a long time ago and they are all 30-something adults now and this one has a PHD and a successful career in her field! My brother would be very proud of her! He was capable of giving his kids crap from time to time but this one did NOT take any of it. Once summer when we were reading “The BFG” (Roald Dahl) aloud at the moomin, he tried to give her some crap one morning and she got right up in his face and said in her 2-year-old foghorn voice, “YOU are the Big UGLY Giant!” He was wearing what he called The New Morning Look and I think he actually cracked up.

Anyway, HB kiddo. We all had so much fun at the moomincabin back in the day. Kids, dogs, and three generations.

Hey, for better or worse person

June 7th, 2022 by kayak woman

It was a long haul driving down from the yooperland but it couldda been worse. The GG thinks that’s because “Biden’s” gas prices are keeping people from traveling and the whole world is going to hell. *I* think it’s because it was TUESDAY and all the fricken’ pandemic road nutsos were not on the toad. Road… Gas prices are scary right now but I don’t believe they are solely Biden’s fault.

So, gas at Brimley (for Cygnus) and then a stop in Iggy to transfer I dunno what to and from the North Country Trail station there. Across the Big Mac and next stop Gaylord to snag a battery from the GG’s twin’s house. The Uncly Uncle was AWOL but least we got to see The Beautiful Gay for a few minutes. On down the I75 SUV Speedway…

I took a call because I can (just barely 🤣) doooo that now that I have a modern vee-hickle. After a bit, the GG (driving ahead of me) tried to call meeeee. I could not for the life of me figure out how to put my call on hold to take his and then he hung up. So my friend and I ended our call. We (the GG and I) were getting close to Bay City anyway and I knew I would have to totally concentrate on driving at that point.

I tried to call the GG but butt(car?)-dialed BFF first and ended quickly. When I did get hold of the GG, he pleaded with me to help him visit FlaMan at his apartment in Flint. I REALLY wanted to get home but whaddya do when you are a for better or worse person and someone needs help with his disabled brother.

So, okay and then I managed to butt(car?)-dial BFF AGAIN and eventually she called me back, wondering WTF. At that point I was on the Zilwaukee Bridge, which I don’t really like very much (it has a looooong history) so I said I would email her later and I did. And there was another gas stop somewhere around Saginaw. Mooon Yooonit needed it. Cygnus had enough but we topped her off anyway.

FlaMan’s problem was… He was mad at one of their sisters, something about food, yada yada. She is trying to HELP. While we were there a telephone solicitor called him to try to pressure him into buying an extended warranty for his automotive vee-hickle. I loved how FlaMan (who hasn’t owned an automotive vee-hickle in at least 30 years) handled this. “Exactly what vee-hickle are you talking about?” I don’t know what the other person said but FlaMan said something like, “You are a shithead.” I wouldn’t have even answered the call but FlaMan is FlaMan and he ain’t gonna change and I thought given the question, he had a good answer. I watched Gunsmoke with FlaMan while the GG did some chores and I learned who Miss Kitty was.

We are back on The Planet Ann Arbor and there was a speshul package on the dining table courtesy of our mouse who brought the mail in. It has Lyme Lounge trailer brake parts and the pic shows the GG out there working on the Lyme Lounge brakes.

Love y’all, Kayak Woman