I guess technically you could say I have figured out how to post an entry to my boring blahg of blather from the Lyme Lounge’s current location at the Tahquamenon Falls State Park GORGEOUS Rivermouth campground. It involves putting my iPhone in the window frame, a precarious venture at best. I’ll show you a pic one of these days. As for the post, this is about what you’re gonna get because, well, see title. If you are Facebook or Instagram friends with me, I have posted some pics there. At the moment, this introvert is re-a-charging her batteries before she joins the rest of the crew at Stan and Kay’s bonfire across the way. Love you all, KW.
Random bits of my so-called life.
Last weekend? Downtown Daytwa. I’m sure the folks who live there don’t call it Daytwa anymore often than California residents call that state Cali. Or people here on The Planet Ann Arbor call our city Treetown or Oz or whatever. (Er, I *think* I’ve heard people refer to the planet as “Oz” before but not sure.) It’s like when people started to refer to residents of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula as “Yoopers”. The look on The Commander’s face when hearing the label “Yooper” was priceless and you always wanted to make sure she wasn’t anywhere near her kitchen knife. And she was a transplant, having grown up in, well, Daytwa, or close to it at least. She grew up on her grandparents’ farm in Garden City but megalopolis swallowed that once rural burg up long ago and when I was a teenager, the Mac family sold the house and somebody built a Burger King there. They had been renting it out for years and I had never been there but Grandaddy and Bolette took us on a tour before it was sold and demolished. Does Burger King still exist? I dunno and I dunno what is in that spot now but I kinda bet it is not a Burger King. I have the address somewhere so I guess I could take a field trip some time. By the time we took that tour, The Comm had lived in the Yooperland forever, made friends, and raised children (us) there.
I am a bit different than The Commander. Growing up in the Yooperland (I actually kind of love that moniker), I lusted for our trips down to my grandparents in Detroit and their beautiful little art deco home on Mark Twain (with a breakfast nook!) and our shopping trips to the downtown Hudson’s where The Comm began her career so many years before. I loved sitting in the back of Grandaddy’s Cadillac driving through downtown Detroit with all of its beautiful sky-scrapers. It was so unlike home, where the tallest building was six stories.
Detroit as I knew it as a child kind of didn’t exactly exist when I became an adult. My grandparents left their beautiful home on Mark Twain and moved out to Birmingham. White flight alas… But, I also visited Ann Arbor a lot as a kid and I always had in the back of my mind that I wanted to live here and somehow I was able to do that. And can I tell you how much I love it here? I’m sure you already know that.
But I’m going up to Tahquamenon tomorrow. If we are lucky there will be a shuttle between the falls for folks who don’t want to hike both ways. Or we will manage it on our own because we will have two vee-hickles. Or I might even hike both ways! Whatever, I am going north to the beautiful Yooperland and looking forward to hanging out with our North Country Trail Friends and I love having the (meagre as it is) means to be able to live in multiple places. We have worked so hard in our lives to be able to do that but it is worth it and love you all so much 💜
This is all that’s left of my lasagne factory a couple weekends ago. These pans represent a meat (Italian sausage) and a veggie (spinach/patty-pan squash). Another meat version got demolished over the weekend.
I’ve done pretty well if I do say so myself. I *contributed* food to the North Country Trail work party but by the time I get up there on Friday, it sounds like most of the food will be gone and we’ll be eating out. That suits me just fine. I’m pretty dern bushed this week and it’s only Wednesday and my plan is to: 1) Finish off the few remaining leftovers here, 2) take a tuna bagel from Barry’s in for lunch tomorrow, 3) put any perishable veggies into the compost tomorrow night (they’re getting past their prime, onions and potatoes and things exempted), and 4) not cook again until, oh, about Monday night. If the GG wants to make coffee this weekend, he can knock himself out. It’s not that I don’t like to cook. I very much do. Just that the logistics of cooking in the Lyme Lounge in an area where there aren’t any farmer’s markets, let alone comprehensive up-scale grocery stores that I can *walk* to is kind of more than I feel like dealing with for the weekend. Do not get me wrong! Part of the Tahquamenon/Paradise area’s charm is it’s lack of such amenities (and there *are* stores and we *will* patronize them). And what the heck, Paradise happens to have an absolutely fabulous quilt fabric shop where I have spent many a hard-earned dollar back when I was
quilting hoarding fabric. And there is a BREWERY up at the Upper Falls area of the State Park.
Oh man, there is a spider crawling all over my counter and up the outside of my shirt and whatever but now I have lost track of him. I am not categorically afraid of spiders but if it is something I don’t quiiiiite recognize, I’m just not sure. Like the BIG one I killed yesterday morning on the bathroom floor. I actually hate killing spiders but, uh, was it a brown recluse? Probably not but… The Commander *was* categorically afraid of spiders. When I was three and The Engineer was “on the way”, we took what we called The Long Trip (probably a week) and visited old Fin/Halliday relatives in Canada and our Sherman friends in the Niagara Falls area of New York. We spent our first night at a motel in North Bay on Lake Nipissing (yes, look it up) and I remember being ecstatic that the bathroom fixtures were PINK!!! I was three, remember! I did not remember the spider in the (pink) bathtub but The Commander did.
Spiders are everywhere, especially at the moomincabin and The Comm developed a way of dispatching them by grabbing a couple of layers of paper towels, squishing them, and throwing them in the garbage. I let a lot spiders live if they aren’t in my way (I do vacuum up their webs) but I used The Comm’s technique to dispatch that particular spider. I felt a wee bit of remorse for that but I got over it pretty quick. I don’t *ever* feel any remorse about killing biting flies or mo-skee-toes. Slap slap slap, zap! Oh, or ticks. Yick!
I do not know who is managing the Haisley Garden but it has been thriving this year. A couple days ago, I walked by it and I happened to notice a “thicket” of morning glories. I wanted to take a picture but I had experienced quite a long day including working (I mean my job) and driving 40 miles north for a baby shower. Tired doesn’t exactly describe my state of being at that moment but I *didn’t* take a photo then. I’ll get back there tomorrow (or the next day), I thought…
By the time I did get back there, it was today (and I almost forgot so had to backtrack) and the morning glories were not exactly open. I don’t exactly think they are fading (or whatever). I am thinking that we have had [arguably] unseasonably hot sunny weather (I am enjoying it) and that they are being bombarded with more hot sun than might be optimal. Oh well. What else can I photograph? All of the flowers in the photo. Are they dahlias? I’m not sure. And whether or not they are dahlias, how do you say dahlias? You say Day-lias and I say Dah-lias? Is there a correct pronunciation? I don’t know if it really matters although it probably does matter that I eventually figured out that “Colonel” was pronounced “kernel” and not how it looks and that “Chicago” was not “Chick-a-go”. Jeebus.
Oh, just kidding. Even without any blow-drying or anything, my hair caused quite the stir over at Cubelandia today, interrupting any kind of productive work for more time than I would’ve wanted since I actually have, y’know, work to do. It didn’t help that today is also Talk Like a Pirate Day. At any rate, the Benevolent Despot spent quite a bit of time in my row today and everyone was expounding on how often they wash their hair (or don’t). TMI? In some cases, like when one of the not-as-frequent hair-washers mentioned that they sometimes ask their spouse to smell their hair. I also discovered another person who doesn’t like to camp if they cannot wash their hair in the morning. I *knew* I wasn’t the only one.
And then there was the whole discussion about hair salons. Where did I get this beautiful haircut done? Detroit. Downtown? Yes. Like, DOWNTOWN? Yes. DOWNTOWN. As in big skyscrapers all over the place. Then Louie-Louiiiii started talking about getting his “hair” done and people began to “ridicule” him (it’s okay, he dishes out as much as he receives and we all respect each other) because L-L is not known for an abundance of hair. I told them all that the gentleman sitting in the chair next to me resembled L-L (except he had a bit of a beard). If it were me, I would just wash and go (I mean, that’s what I usually do anyway) but this gentleman was getting some good treatment there. Maybe that’s all that matters for some people and I think that’s okay.
So the pic is a vacuum cleaner attachment with a history of sorts. Many years ago as a new home owner, I was gifted with various used vacuum cleaners. The one that Bolette gave me scared everyone except my dad, who was an excellent vacuumer, and although I think Lizard Breath had it in Kzoo her senior year, it didn’t come home. Good riddance! The Electrolux that was in my uncle’s doctor’s office when I was a child is another story. That thing is still around and it rocks. Except that many years ago, I lost my beloved brush attachment. I looked and looked and looked for that thing and could *not* find it anywhere. I’m sure I bugged the GG about where it might be but I never got any kind of a response.
So a couple weeks ago, the GG / Pensioner was messing around with the Electrolux and HE ACTUALLY ASKED ME WHERE THE BRUSH ATTACHMENT WAS!!! !!! !!! WHAT?! I DO NOT KNOW! I ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION REPEATEDLY MANY YEARS AGO. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE IT IS. And then. Hmmmm… I thought something like “eBayyyyyy”… Clickety click. I found it at something like Easy Vac. $10.00 or thereabouts. It arrived today. It fits! (There was some question about that.) I am so excited. So, in the last few days, I have been excited about a fancy haircut and an Electrolux vacuum attachment. And the beat goes on.
And I’m sure we’ll find the original brush attachment one of these days.
The last time I went to a Cfam shower, I got there too late to snag a seat with my in-laws and so I was actually forced to make, uh, small talk with, uh, [perfectly nice] strangers, including the mom-to-be’s mother who happens to also be a well-known state polly-tishun here. Intimidated? Well, duh. But also intrigued. I had fun talking to her (I actually think she was more interested in talking to my beautiful *poised* daughter and that’s okay). I got a very high-level overview as to what might make her “tick”. I don’t ever expect to drill down any further than that, not that I need to. Like, I doubt she will ever be joining me and MMCB2 for coffee at Barry’s on Thursdays 🐸
Today’s shower was a bit different. Different Cfam branch, different venue, TRAFFIC problems that caused a lot of people to be very late. I snagged a table for the Cfam out-laws that were struggling to get there and I sat there alone for quite some time. I wasn’t lonely at all. I told The Lady of Linden that I was holding down a Cfam table for the introverts and eventually my lovely daughter Lizard Breath and three sisters-in-law arrived. Well, not all of us are necessarily introverts and it doesn’t even cripple those of us who are but can I just say that a few of us warmed up a bit after we eventually decided to order a glass of whine? Don’t worry, we were careful. Most of us had approximately an hour drive home through god-only-knows what traffic and construction, etc.
This was a Skype shower. The expecting couple live in Seattle. It’s the Lord and Lady of Linden’s youngest son and his wife. The prospective parents were on Skype and so were we. They had expected a couple of friends to join them in their apartment for the shower but those friends are having a baby today so they were absent and we wish them the best of luck.
This was a wonderful event and then I got home and walked over to the Plum Market to get a few ingredients for my shrimp scampi [for one] dinner tonight. I’m trying to get my refrigerator down to ground zero and I am very close but I had a small package of shrimp in the freezer that needed to be used.
It is September and it is not snowing (yet). In fact, it was very warm this morning but it was raining. And that would be okay except… I was headed off to Detroit and 1) I could not get onto the I94 18-wheel Slogway at the Jackson entrance. There was a cop there blocking the entrance. Okay, I traversed a bunch of “back roads” and caught up with 94 at Ann Arbor Saline Road. Everything was all right except it was raining cats and dogs and I was in the Ninja and… 2) When I got past Metro, the pavement changed into this grooved stuff that made me feel like I was sliding around on the road a bit. I slowed down a bit but it still made me nervous, especially when I was passing oil tankers and things. Just about the time I was wondering if my 8-year-old vee-hickle was actually having some kind of issue, the pavement changed and things were fine again. But then. 3) My GPS was telling me to get off on an exit that didn’t seem to exist. Yaaaaaaa! It was okay, I got off on the next exit and it took me right where I wanted to go. Except… 4) I was .2 miles from the turn to Lizard Breath’s house but Rosa Parks Drive was between that turn and me and about a gazillion bicyclists were going along Rosa Parks and they weren’t letting traffic through and and and YAAAAAAHHHH! Eventually the bicyclists came to an end and Liz was standing on the corner and then she directed me to (aaaaaah) a nice bagel brek.
I took a pic of the empty, rainy outdoor area of the Detroit Institute of Bagels but I didn’t post it because it was pretty boring. And then My New Favorite Doggie arrived. It’s okay, it is wet out there but it isn’t raining at the time this pic was taken.
So, the reason for going to Detroit was for me to get my scraggly hair cut by the professional tag-team that Lizard Breath hires to cut her hair. My hair was getting scraggly so I signed on for a cut. And here I am, looking happy about the whole thing.
A whole lot of construction stuff is going on all over downtown Detroit and some of it was going on outside our hair salon. The guy with his back to us eventually interacted with us. At first he caught me with my iPhone cam pointed at him (although I was really focused on the bikers). I won’t try to describe the window interactions we had with him but he showed us his muscles and then later pretended to take a photo of meeee inside the salon. It was a Richard Scarry kind of day. The kind where all kinds of stuff is going on all over in the street.
So, I went into this hair salon with kind of long scraggly hair and what is below is what I came out with. I know that I have “good” hair but it was so much fun to hear multiple people say things like, “I hope you aren’t going to cut all of your hair off.”
Here is a view of what it looks like outside the hair salon we went to. That building was probably around when I visited my grandparents in Detroit.
At the end of it all we got whine, salad, and pizza at Ottavia Via.
And then I drove back to The Planet Ann Arbor. My drive home was smooth. Love.
When I got home today, I expected to have to schlep a couple of garbage carts up from the street to where I keep them next to the Landfill. What? They were already up there. Not to mention that they were in the right place, meaning that the recycle bin was closest to the door. I was flummoxed when I first drove up. I thought maybe the neighbors had done this for me (it wouldn’t be the first time). When I got inside, I noticed that someone had cooked a bit of an egg meal and even cleaned up their dishes afterward. Oh, seems like My Mouse has been here. Man oh man, do I love my Mouse. I was tickled pink. That is just about all. Except that I’m going to be spending time with my Lizard this weekend, which is just as good. You’ll have to wait for tomorrow for what we are doing then [wink] but we are gonna have fun!
I don’t wear red-plaid Stormy Kromer hats (or any Stormy Kromer hats (don’t buy me one)) and I don’t wear red-plaid vests or jackets or much of anything else. I have my own loverly set of winter hats. They are much more sparkly than Stormy Kromer hats. If Stormy ever decides to add sequins and things to his hats, I might be interested. Until then, not so much. And if they create hats with sequins and things, ask me first, please.
So how do I comply with #redplaidnation if I don’t like to wear red plaid hats and jackets and vests and whatever. I am a Real Woman and Real Women wear skirts (if they want to) and I have been looking for YEARS for a red-plaid skirt that would be appropriate for my hiking activities. My requirements are that it be more or less knee-length and there is an elastic waist. Oh, and that it doesn’t look like a sexy Catholic school girl Halloween costume. Jeebus.
I ordered this skirt from an Etsy vendor and it arrived today and I LOVE it. It fits and it is short enough that I can hike in it. It is presented as a biz-caz clothing item and it works for that and I’ll probably wear it to work but it will also work for hiking in the woods.
So the GG completed the moomincabin closing today and is now encamped up at the gorgeous Tahquamenon River Mouth campground. I worked today. I love my work but man oh man, I would love to be camping in the Lyme Lounge tonight.
Cute? Yes! It’s Wee Turtle, maybe a wee bit bigger than one of my small-but-agile hands. Click and click again to check out Wee Turtle’s coloring. I couldn’t really see how pretty from my vantage point, which was in bright sunlight with the probably terrified Wee Turtle cowering inside her/his shell. Red markings? Who knew? I moved on PDQ after I got this shot. I was happy that Wee Turtle was pointed in the direction of the pond, rather than the parking lot.
Other than that? Writer’s block? Big time! How is it Wednesday already? I get up. I take a shower. I walk for an hour. I nitz around the Landfill for an hour or so picking at little cleaning chores and eating some sort of brek. I am a big fan of leftovers for breakfast, at least on work mornings. My niece Pengie used to eat things like leftover hamburgers [or once salami] for brek when she was a young child at the moomincabin. I could say that I emulate her when I eat weird stuff for brek but the truth is that I was doing that kind of thing well before she was born. Maybe it’s some kind of weird genetic trait that we both have inherited? I dunno and I won’t say anything more about that.
“Miles, you are off on a tangent”, said Mr. Toolan in high school when my chemistry lab partner (Miles) asked, well I can’t remember now. I didn’t have a crush on Miles (or maybe I did despite myself) but I liked him a lot and later on, my good high school boyfriend was good friends with his older brother and I’m not sure I have a point here so I will quit while I am [maybe] ahead. Or not. But kinda wondering where Miles is now. Not to mention his brother and wife and their children and probably grandchildren and likely great-grandchildren by now. I hope Miles is still alive and that he found his way into a nice life with a good job and partner. He was very smart and sweet and deserved all of the best stuff life has to offer.
And so I do a bunch of stuff around the Landfill most mornings and then I make my slow cruise over to Cubelandia. This morning I had some stuff I had to take to the post office u-scan. Now that the GG is retired, I sometimes hand off tasks like that to him and he seems happy to help me out, which is great! But I needed to do this stuff myself.
And so goodnight! (And love y’all)
There was this.
I did not take this pic. I was sitting over there chained up in Cubelandia when The Pensioner texted it to me. He was in the Huron River. I hope he was taking it at least a wee bit easy, maybe hanging out with a boooooook.
And then, at the end of the day, there was this, which totally cracks me up. Yes, it is that…
I have nothing. I am feeling overwhelmed with “information” these days. I felt overwhelmed with “information” as I drove to work today, listening to National Petroleum Radio. I was definitely overwhelmed with information at my work today but that’s what my work is all about and I can handle that and even occasionally rock it. I felt overwhelmed by “information” as I was driving home this afternoon, listening to National Petroleum Radio.
Again, again, again. Research, research, research. Facebook folks. Please please please… Before you share an article, please research the source. I’m talking to people on both “sides” of this bizarre presidential election as well as those who habitually share links to other non-political weird stuff that isn’t true. I mean, do you get up and pour yourself a cuppa and sit down to surf the internet and hit “share” 25 times or whatever without even reading the article? Do you have a JOB???? I have never unfriended ANYONE but I have hidden a few people, even those I love in real life, because WTF is your point? If you are reading this, I have NOT hidden you.
Oh, the bear! It is on the door to the ladies powder room at the bowling alley in Roscommon. Bear Woman. This bowling alley is wonderful, as I wrote about last week. The backside of that door has an eagle.
What did you do today? Our wonderful young neighbors asked us that. Well. I made three lasagnes (two Italian sausage and one veg = spinach/patty-pan squash). I am sending them up to Tahq (frozen) with the GG to share with our NCT buddies during a session of trail maintenance. I hope it all works out. With the lasagne that is, although I also have my fingers crossed that I will be driving to *Tahq* to meet up with the GG and friends, and NOT War Memorial. Don’t wanna do that again. Do NOT wanna do that again.
Oh yeah, I also made something for us to eat tonight and it’s probably enough for the next few nights and probably some of it’ll get frozen for later consumption. What did I make? Eggplant/patty-pan squash parmesan. So that’s what I did. The GG tinked around with various prodjects including all of the outdoor crapola. We always put the outdoor crapola at the moomincabin inside when we close it but it doesn’t seem to happen down here at the Landfill. I don’t really know how much progress was made today but I’ll take what I can get. The neighbors did child-care and dog stuff and went to the skate park party a few blocks away. I don’t think they are skate boarders but it was a FUN party at Vet’s Park. Make no mistake. We love these neighbors and hope they stay here!
We haven’t done the whole Sunday morning “pick you up on Arborview” thing since maybe early July. We did it today. I left for my walk and the GG picked me up as I was walking up Arborview and we schlepped down to the River to walk the Barton Dam nature area. As we were walking across the footbridge into the park, it was 7:11 and I checked my phone for today’s sunrise. 7:11. I took some pics, very lightly commentated.
I almost couldn’t get this pic. It was so bright that I struggled to shield my eyes from the sun. And don’tcha love the lens flare?
And then there was this well-known symbol under the railroad bridge. This dern thing wakes me up most nights. I have [mostly] made my peace with it. (Where the heck was the train today?)
And finally… I did not find my QOFE badge but I did find this. Except I’m not sure that that it’s even mine. I can think of a couple other people it could possibly belong to. I found it in a big bead-type mess that was mostly mine so not sure whose it is. But I am gonna adopt the sentiment ANYWAY 🐸 (Click to embiggen.)
Lasagne factory stage one anyway. I didn’t finish my Lasagne Prodject today but I am halfway there.
I love when I wake up in the middle of the night and it is raining cats and dogs. This was what some people are calling a “tropical rain” and I kind of understand what they mean by that. It was warm walking down to the farmers market (in the dark) this morning and the rain varied between light and drizzle the whole way. No lightning though. No thank you. A hiker was hit by lightning on the North Country Trail over the Labor Day weekend and died. Not our section, thank you very much. It was on the section that goes along the Manistee River (I have hiked a few Bob Miles of that section of trail) but it could happen anywhere.
Anyway, my walk today was gorgeous and here is the view from inside Kerrytown, where we sit to drink our coffee when it is too cold or wet to sit outside.
The next shot is gratuitous in every way. I wanted to get a simple shot of the market at, oh I dunno, 7:30 AM, when it isn’t crowded yet. You can see the GG there in his tie-dye. A couple of other folks are also in the shot. The woman in red is Sabra, one of our city council members. I don’t always agree with her but I have grown to love her. (She doesn’t represent my ward so I can’t vote for or against her.). And that’s her husband with the cane. They are at the market just about every time I am. (I betcha the GG didn’t know who they were 🐸)
Yes, we made a run down to the Kiwanis Thrift Shop today. We didn’t have a whole lot but every little bit counts. The GG seems to think we are about at the end of our flinging. I disagree. I want to fling some of the old in-law furniture (both sides) that is hanging around in the Landfill Dungeon. We’ll get there.
Today was a Umich Football Saturday and maybe that’s why the GG suggested we walk down to the Griz for a beer lunch. We did that all last year but kind of abandoned it sometime in the spring so we could concentrate on yard chores, etc. I guess it was *time*. Our fave bartender Janelle was not there (but she still works there) but Erica was (and we love her too). We got our usual side of mac-n-cheese and a coleslaw to split.
Of course, I spent the ENTIRE time we were
drinking beer/whine eating lunch trying to figure out when we purchased our iPhone 6Ss. I spend my [work] life doing modern-style archaeological digs and I am pretty dern good at it and I eventually figured out that we bought our most recent iPhones about a year ago. The GG had set an alarm to get up at that batscope hour a few weeks before that to order our phones. He ordered our phones and they arrived a few weeks later. The ordering process was difficult and I have kind of forgotten the whole thing. But I did figure this stuff out. The iPhone 7? I’m not quite ready… But you never know…
That white aminal is Soft Seal. The Commander created Soft Seal. The beach urchins loved Soft Seal. Soft Seal has kind of prickly whiskers. The beach urchins loved Soft Seal *anyway*. Those prickly whiskers were part of Soft Seal’s charm.
I spent my whole dern day scurrying around down in various rabbit holes. Some of them connected with others and I kept bumping heads with other team members down there. FZ probably caught the brunt of it all. At the end of the day, I jumped over the wall to hit him with one more reality check. His eyes glazed over and I could feel him freezing up. I back-pedaled a bit. Okay. Let’s not do this today. I will do a little more research. I am “getting” this and I bet if I let it percolate over the weekend, I’ll figure it out. That’s usually how it happens. You are banging your head against your laptop screen at the end of the day and then, the moment you hit the freeway, you are like, BINGO! I didn’t quite hit the bingo moment yet today but I am getting there.
Oh, and then there are the ducks. They don’t look like baby ducklings at all. They are the size of adult ducks, at least to the untrained eye. But they seem to have lost their mooma and keep imprinting on people at work. If you want to go outside, you have to make sure there are no ducks hanging around the door because they will follow you. And if you have been outside and want to go back in, you have to make sure there are no ducks hanging around the door because they probably won’t let you *get* to the door to get in. And then there are the ducks that get underneath your vee-hickle so you can’t easily drive away until they decide to leave. Not to be confused with the seagulls that once napped on the Ninja’s roof or the Redwing Blackbird that poops on the mirrors in the spring.
This is the first Friday night that we have both walked down to the Oscar Tango and back all summer. We have certainly been at the OT a few Fridays and I have walked down all of those times. But going home, we have either accepted a ride or taken the bus. It has been an interesting summer and knock on wood that we are back on an upward trajectory again.
Toadily outta steam tonight. G’night.
You never know what you are gonna get when you arrive home from Cubelandia now that The Pensioner hangs out there during the day. Sometimes the winders git washed. I’m not sure what this little monocle was all about. I think he told me but I can’t exactly remember. Oh, he was using it to get a sliver out of his finger. I think he was dealing with the wood pile…
I had a loverly day during which I analyzed and solved many problems. I still have a few things to analyze and solve but that’s what a systems analyst does, don’tcha know.
After I got home, I took a short walk down Haisley to Walter and when I was about to turn onto the sidewalk from Walter to the schoolyard, a young woman yelled out, “Don’t worry about my dogs!” I am familiar with those dogs and I am not categorically afraid of dogs, and they are behind a chainlink fence anyway. I was garbling out a reply that her dogs were fine when a good-looking young man asked, “Are you Lizard Breath’s moom?” Well, yes, I am, and who are you (thinking I knew the answer)? It was Ike (pronounced E-K). I remembered him from kindergarten at Haisley. He was holding a baby so of course I asked if it was his child. No, it was his nephew. Son of his sister-in-law, who owns the dogs and was sitting on the lawn. I think he told me I hadn’t changed. What a polly-tishun! 🙂
Google it. You might try the twitter handle @hiddenbrain.
I don’t have much to say today. I spent most of my “Monday” at work doing archaeological digs. I love doing those digs and I had a fun time today although I was kind of ready to quit at about 3:00 PM. So here are some photos I took last Friday when we were driving up to the moomincabin. I tried to post them last Friday but wordpress did not cooperate.
We picked up the Lyme Lounge at Houghton Lake and it was a beautiful day there. We wanted to stay but we had to head further north.
Here is the view from the top of the moominbeach.
The GG and C*Q*L re-webbed some beach chairs.
Me, the GG, npJane, and Rey sat out on the bank watching for meteors and the northern lights. We were wearing comforters from the moomincabin. We didn’t see anything but we may have gone to bed too early. But it was so beautiful to sit out there, even if we needed comforters to stay warm.
Alas, we semi-closed the moomincabin this morning. It was a soft kind of closing which will allow others to go up there and comfortably use the place if they want to. This is probably the easiest closing since sometime well before The Commander died. I won’t detail those difficult years but I always seemed to end up taking more food down here to The Planet Ann Arbor than I wanted. This year, there was very little and most of what there was I had purchased and it will get used down here and I have already incorporated some of the stuff from the cabin into my own chichen.
As we were driving down through the northern lower (peninsula), the GG proposed that we stop at a bowling alley for lunch. I was skeptical for about a split second but then I agreed to that plan. This bowling alley is in Roscommon and it is a wonderful place to eat whether you bowl or not. We sat at the bar and I ordered the Michigan Salad (and a cab). If you know The Great Lake State at all, you know that a Michigan Salad can include many ingredients but it always includes dried cherries. My salad was wonderful. It was a green salad but I added chicken. I got the small salad and it was perfect. I did have to laugh at the catheter commercial that was playing on the big TV directly in front of me. So many catheters. Who knew? Jeebus. I am just glad that the volume was turned off.
And on down the I75 SUV Speedway and here we are and it was 91 and humid when we got here and I needed to get some steps in because I couldn’t walk the beach this morning because lightning. I walked over to the Plum and then around the neighborhood and then I took a shower, which helped a bit but not all that much. What I really needed to do was walk out into Gitchee Gumee past the second sandbar and up to my neck.
Missing Gitchee Gumee and all of my relatives and friends up there in the Yooperland.
I have been to Wawa many times in my life but not recently. I think the last time I encountered Wawa, the GG and I were traveling around Lake Superior and by the time we got to Wawa, we had an iffy fuel pump (or water pump?) in whatever Ford Fiesta we were traveling in. We could not get the car fixed in Wawa, so we kinda white-knuckled it down to Sault Ste. Marie. We made it there fine but then Mr. Customs Man decided he needed to search our car. We were young and looking a bit like hippies and I was already freaked out about the car issue. As it turned out, the customs guys found the GG’s federal government badge pretty darn quick and the search ended abruptly. And then my dad pointed us to a repair shop and lent his Buick Skylark to the GG so he could head south while the Fiesta got fixed.
I do NOT want to leave this place tomorrow but leave, I must. This has been just about the best Labor Day weekend in my memory. We have had offshore breezes all weekend, which means that the water is calm at the beach and it is hotter than Hades on the beach in the afternoon. I remember a Labor Day back in the day when just about everyone in our little beach community was on the beach and there were SNOWFLAKES in the air. Guess what. Us kids were SWIMMING! At some point that day we packed up and headed into town and I set up my bedroom for the next school year.
I swam twice today, if you want to call it swimming. I was hot so I took a dip. C*Q*L and her triplet siblings will be heading back to school tomorrow. The triplets will be high school seniors this year and C*Q*L will be in third grade. She is over here with us on the deck tonight and she and the GG were playing around with, well, I shouldn’t probably tell you what…
I DO have to hit the road tomorrow and so I will see you on the other side.
We dragged my young cuzzint Rey (1st cousin, once removed) out on a loooooong boat ride today. It was too long for me. The original plan was to hug the shoreline up to the state park and back. We got to the state park, honking a couple of Porterization folks out of bed along the way and probably annoying most of their neighbors.
But then we veered off to the Back Bay… To find Cindy’s place…
We did get to the back bay but we did not find Cindy’s place. There were pontoon botes over there but I sure couldn’t tell you which one was Cindy’s and I never did find her towel but that’d be a whole ‘nother story.
We took the hypotenuse back home and I had been in the dern bote long enough that when the GG started lusting after the Pickle Finger, I nixed it, so we headed for our own Guano Island and then straight into the moominbeach. I did some good time sorting out some of the last of The Commander’s stuff in the garage today and then I had a beer on the beach. Oh man was I missing npJane today…
Some people were shooting BB guns while I was drip-drying down on the bank after a bit of late afternoon kayaking and a swim (which was *not* related to the kayaking).
It was hotter than Hades on the beach this afternoon but the sun is definitely heading south.
We did a sort of community dinner here tonight. It was informal like the ones I remember when I was a kid. We grilled some duck breasts along with some side dishes. Rey brought over some leftover lasagne to heat up. We sat outside to eat and then the GG went down to deal with botes while yer fav-o-rite blahgger did dishes and kitchen stuff.
One more day here. Wish it could be more.