No need for a Beach Day today. I wasn’t at any time White Hot Angry at anything or anybody today. It was a pretty good day. Telecommuted for a good half day, then walked downtown for shopping (local shopping, not Black Friday stuff) and lunch at the Red Hawk (with a beach urchin). Rained ALL day. Umbrella rain, that is. Then walked home, then walked downtown again for cocktails and dinner at the Oscar Tango with npJane (and a beach urchin) and a dose of porterization. After all that walking, we cadged a ride home with npJane. After popcorn (I was hungry believe it or not) and a couple Downtown Abbey episodes, it seems to be STILL raining. Very dark day in general but feeling pretty good after spending time with beach urchins, a cousin, and friends. G’night. Here’s our window view from the Oscar Tango tonight, minus the gargoyle.
Random bits of my so-called life.
And a few other things like Eggs Benny on Gertrude.
And gobblebombing. This guy is taking a little break from gobblebombing.
We watched the Dee-troit parade. I should say that we turned the parade on. I was so excited about watching the Detroit Thanksgiving Day parade when I was a child. My grandparents lived in Detroit and all my mom’s relatives lived in neighboring suburbs and I always wanted to go to the parade. Alas, we lived five hours away from Detroit and about all I could ever do was watch it on TV up in Sault Ste. Siberia. Black and white TV. I don’t care any more about going to the parade. A little slice of it on TV suffices. And so today we saw an *awesome* middle school marching band (first middle school band in the parade EVER) but then there were these… uh, elves…
My Mouse was sitting in a little nook where she couldn’t see the TV but she could *hear* the elves singing. The singing was pretty awful and their costumes were really awful too. I couldn’t entice Mouse to come around to where she could see what the elves were wearing so I took the pic above and texted it to her. Who on earth thinks that families are not communicating with each other on holidays just because they are tethered to their phones…
I am apparently collecting things even while I am getting rid of things. The turkey planter and chicken couple match my turkey plate (the last xmas gift I received from The Commander, from an antique store in Sault Ste. Siberia). If you ever manage to make a trip to the beautiful little city of Manistee and you have any interest in antiques at all (and I normally don’t…), stop in at Maryann’s. Just do it. And eat lunch at TJ’s Pub. You won’t regret it.
This walking to the Plum Market pic is turning out to be an annual tradition, where Liz takes a pic of me and Mouse walking to the Plum to pick up desserts and, today, champagne because the champagne we opened up for our mimosas today was as old as all getout and tasted of vinegar. We bought champagne and some other things too.
So here are our mimosas and samosas. “Samosas? Are you guys drinking?” I think this is a new “tradition”.
These big dirty snowballs were all over the schoolyard today. We reminisced about the only time my mouse ever came home crying from elementary school. She was in second grade and it had snowed and she had made a couple of beauteous snowballs and Some Others had threatened to destroy them. We saddled up Sugar (a
green pink plastic sled tethered to the front door) and I helped her haul those snowballs home, where they were free to melt safely in our front yard.
Our Thanksgiving temperatures differ pretty wildly. We were lucky enough to get up to 60 degrees today and so our walk over to Miller Woods was very comfortable. And here is my fav-o-rite fledermaus standing below her house.
As we were walking home, Goose and Karl arrived at The Landfill. The GG had fallen asleep and, not recognizing that they were not his spouse or biological children, groggily told them he wasn’t ready to wake up yet. It was okay. We were almost home and we rescued them, not that they needed rescuing as they are welcome in our home at any time. And now I am about done for the night.
Love y’all and hope you had a good Thanksgiving!
P.S. Mouse is right (see comments). Sugar was a pink sled. Jealousy was green.
The GG took the day off today and I asked him to text me pics of the Blue and Only Bathroom Demolition scheduled to take place. The first couple pics showed some progress, including the Blue and Only Terlet in the Blue and Only Bathtub (not shown). And then there was this!
I have to admit that when I saw this, the first thing that came to mind was something like, “What the heck are we doing and why are we doing it on a holiday weekend?” And then, where is the Blue and Only Terlet?
I was much happier when I received the next photoooo, which shows that all of the debris has been removed and they are taking out the vintage 1959 floor tile. I did a few cartwheels over this one! (Oh, not really. I have not done a cartwheel in 40 years.) Re-reading this to check for typos and odd commas and things, I feel a pang for the folks who originally bought this once-new ticky-tacky kind of house back in 1959. I’m gonna guess that they loved that [new/fancy] tile and it was probably wonderful back in 1959. We won’t fast forward 50-something years into the future until somebody questions my design choices.
Okay, the Blue and Only Terlet returns. Whew! Y’know, the Blue and Only Terlet works like always and this room with its bathmats and things is actually pretty comfortable. The scary part about this photoooo is that many times in my life I have used bathrooms in people’s homes that looked kind of like this. Long renovation works in progress stalled due to lack of money or cheeeeep crappy rental units (due to lack of money). Or just plain lack of money. This kind of thing is different than outhouses. I know about those too, oh boy oh boy.
I was expecting to have to fill up a Bag Shower for tomorrow morning but the GG surprised me with a pretty dern luxe Landfill Dungeon Shower! It’s hard to see it all in the pic but our existing shower head is hooked up to the laundry tub faucets and our existing shower curtains are strung up for privacy and there’s a cute little Soap/Shampoo Station and a kayak paddle towel rack (that’s to the left outside the pic). I will have to use the Bag Shower for a couple days when they re-jigger the water heater but this li’l shower makes me so happy! Yay for Courtois Family boyz!
I washed my feet in the Blue and Only Bathtub after work today for the last time. Tomorrow morning will be the Last Shower. Sorry about the general grossness of the photooos. Suave Ocean Breeze shampoo (soap fo[r] ha[ir] is what one of my cute little beach urchins called shampoo when she was a brand new talker) is my only hair “product”. I think we used to buy Freesia but I couldn’t find it at one point. I switched to Ocean Breeze and haven’t looked back. I keep a stash at Houghton Lake (and anyone there is welcome to use my shampoo at any time if they don’t prefer a different product💜) and I supply the Moomincabin with it for the summer and take whatever is left at the end of summer home. That back-washing thingy came in sorta handy when my right wrist (pinky finger) was in a cast except when it fell apart…
I will be sooooo glad when I don’t have to use a wet washcloth to keep the drain open. I have been using this technique for 30-some years. It works but it is gross. I am currently in the habit of switching out the washcloth with great frequency. That hasn’t always been true though and I have thrown a few of them out rather than contaminate a load of laundry.
Kitchen Bathroom Lady says that this tile is the original tile and I believe her. No the bathmat does not match it at all. I do not have a clue why I didn’t buy a plain color bathmat. When we bought The Landfill, there was actually blue carpet in there. It was removable but it disintegrated after I washed it a few times and I eventually jettisoned it. Carpeted bathrooms don’t do it for me.
And then there’s the chimney that we’re removing. It’ll still be a small bathroom but getting rid of this useless 1959 artifact will gain us a wee bit of space.
A gratuitous shot of the Blue and Only Terlet. TMI to talk much about my long-running relationship with that terlet. Goodbye.
I’ll remove the remaining stuff in this closet after I take my Last Shower tomorrow morning. We’re keeping the closet but cleaning it up. It is on the back end of the tub faucets and shower head.
And then there is this. The chimney.
I hope the DreamMaker guys don’t freak out about this artifact every time they walk into the basement. I ALWAYS DO!!!! HINT HINT HINT! Of course, The Commander wore the mask on occasion…
I am sorry to report that there is nothing new in terms of Family Gossip around here. That is to say, we have no idea what the powderpost beetles are doing to the Old Cabin up there on the Moominbeach. I think that C*Q*L is probably too busy being a 3rd-grader to check on it for us and that is a good thing.
The occasion for potential Family Gossip was that npJane came over to exchange a whole bunch of seasons of Downton Abbey DVDs for season 5. Yay! We are anxious to get on with our journey through early 20th century English landed gentry or whatever. I love that I have been cousin-ified twice in just a few days. npJane is the “baby” cousin on the Fin side. Doppelganger cousin Maija is 3rd from youngest on the Mac side. My brother and cousin Doug were born after her. Yes, I am a nerd and I am off on a tangent but just to say that I love all of my cousins very much. In the last few days, I have had as much fun connecting with a cousin that I haven’t known very well but seems like my doppelganger in so many ways as I have with a cousin I have known and loved since she was a baby and see frequently.
So, what is that in my backpack? It is a turkey, of course. I swore to backpack most of our Thanksgiving food home. I think this is the first time I have ever bought a turkey at the grocery store and walked home with it. Not to mention that I was walking over a lot of ice. I joked with the cashier that if I fell on the way home, I would fall on the turkey (in my backpack). Not sure that would be a particularly good thing but I didn’t fall and you may be able to see that I bought a small turkey (11.5 pounds). I think that’s all we’ll need. We’ll stuff it with clementines and lemons and drape it with bacon and cook it on the gas grill.
Come on over. It’ll be fun!
Love y’all. -KW
I was annoyed at myself this morning because I got up a half hour “late”. That means 6:00 AM instead of 5:30 AM. Now, first. Late? I didn’t have *anywhere* to be this morning. The GG headed over to DayTwa to watch the Lions
lose again WIN! He left early and was gone all day. I had a random list of chores and things to do. I am not quite as organized this Thanksgiving as I usually am for various reasons that I’ll prob’ly blahg more about later this week. The point I’m taking forever to get to is that, by getting up a half hour late, the rising sun offered some photo ops that I would not have encountered if I had left for my walk at the usual time because my entire walk would’ve been in the dark. I know these are on both facebook and instagram. Sorry. Or something like that.
I managed to more or less get some of the things done on my amorphous list. I’m not sure how many of those things I got done because amorphous. (My children are probably ready to fling muskellunges at me for adopting the “because” thing). Anyway, one of the things that was a challenge for quite a while today was obtaining Turkey Parts to make gravy. I did see turkey wings or something at the Plum Market a few weeks ago but I did not buy them then. And now they do not have them. Meijer ALWAYS has them. Okay, I’ll just head out there early Sunday morning. Problem. Our street was a fricking mess with unplowed snow this morning. Ruts and everything. The Frog Hopper was just fine with the snow, ruts and all, but it headed off to DayTwa and I didn’t feel strong enough to try to blast through the snow with the Ninja, which has taaaars that are not designed for snow from the getgo and also needs new taaaarrrs. I waited a while until the temps rose a bit and eventually, I got out to Meijer without incident (after I got from our neighborhood street onto N. Maple, that was a challenge) and also got gasoline and whatever.
Our street was still a mess this afternoon but I wanted to walk some more and so I drove the Ninja down to Barton Dam and did our fave urban hike, which is where I got the photooos below. When I got back into the Ninja to back it out of its ICY parking spot, the taaaaars were spinning a bit. Yeek. I panicked for a split-second. I didn’t want to ask the young couple who were having fun picking their way down the icy hill to the river for help. I can do this. I am an old Yooper. Somehow, someway, my old Yooper driving skills kicked into gear. I rocked the Ninja a wee bit (with the stick shift) and then I turned the wheel so as to back the car out of whatever icy ruts had formed where I parked it. And I was outta there! Yay!
So here are a few photooos from my solo urban hike down at Barton Dam. Love y’all.
Well, first of all, can I just I’m sorry if I told anyone that I thought the winter storm was just hype. I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT. I AM A LIFE-LONG MICHIGANDER. I AM A YOOPER! I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT. I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT. I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT. JEEBUS!
We had a snowstorm today. The first snow of the season here and it is a doozy. But before all of that, or maybe when it was just starting, I had a chance to meet with the cousin I probably know the least, which is a shame because we look a LOT alike. Last weekend, she changed her fb profile pic and, when I saw the notification, my first thought was something like, “I didn’t change my profile pic!” I am one of 11 cousins on the Fin side and one of 9 on the Mac side. I feel fortunate that I knew each and every one of those cousins as I was growing up. We share some family resemblances but we mostly don’t look much like each other.
I knew the cousin of this morning’s meeting when we were children but I didn’t know her well. Actually, I was around shortly after her birth. The Comm and I flew down to The Planet Ann Arbor to help out with the new baby. About all I remember about that trip is that the windows on the airplane were round on the way down and square on the way back. Something like that. She doesn’t remember anything about me then because she was a newborn baby. We have met at a few family events over the years but I am such a wallflower at parties that I have never really connected with her. But wow, do we look alike.
Enter facebook… We met at the Arborland Starbucks this morning. When I pulled the Ninja into a parking spot just outside of Starbucks, I saw her sitting right there inside and she saw me and so we waved “I know you”. And then we talked. And talked and talked and the GG was there too and it was all so much fun and then we stopped off at my aunt and uncle’s house (her parents) with her and we all talked some more and then the GG and I schlepped (slowly as the roads deteriorated) back over to our side of town with promises to include my identical cousin on our next trip to the PAC Northwest, whenever that may be… Not only do we look a lot alike, I think we think a lot alike too. So much love. Same sense of humor and I *think* similar outlooks on life, etc.
After that, the GG and I walked downtown (in the snow) to the Grizzly Peak for lunch. A young patron and his partner noticed the GG’s North Country Trail patch on his backpack and was brave enough to engage us in conversation about the NCT, etc. So much fun.
Home and eventually a walk over to the Plum Market for a few grokkeries. The pic is what the N. Maple / Dexter intersection looked like. I was on foot. Multiple Plum Market folks asked me to take care. I told them that I had walked and I wished them all a good drive home.
I arrived at work on Monday to find that the UberBoss had hired a new person for our team. Surprise surprise surprise. Her computer finally arrived today. Jeebus… She is wonderful and I will be happy to work with her. It’s kind of an odd feeling to have a new hire on my particular team. I have been working there for eight years and because it’s been that long since we have hired a new person, I still feel a wee bit like the new kid on the block, even though I am definitely not. This week I have made a quantum leap into old baggyness.
I am determined to schlep 95% of our Thanksgiving food via backpack. This afternoon, I schlepped over to the Plum and purchased cranberries, Canadian bacon (Eggs Benny), olive oil (because I needed it anyway), Hollandaise sauce packs, and salad bar lettuce (for tonight because I am out of farmers market red leaf lettuce). I’ll get as much fresh stuff as I can from the farmers market on Saturday plus multiple trips to the Plum throughout the weekend and next week. It’ll be fun!
I will be packing up the Landfill Bathroom this weekend so it can be gutted, along with the chimney. This is nowhere near as huge a prodject as packing up the Landfill Chitchen but I still have to do it.
I am posting this pic of The Comm and Radical Betty because I have been thinking about generations today. And holiday dinners. And who cooks them, etc. I do not have any kind of coherent thoughts about all of that at the moment. In the pic I have posted, The Comm and Radical Betty were in the moomincabin chitchen concocting margaritas. We had taken a boondoggle trip to Petoskey that day (Mouse and Aimee were with us) and I had lasagne in the oven. We figured out a few minutes later that The Comm had accidentally substituted gin for tequila in our margaritas. What did we do about that? We laughed like crazy! We were having so much fun and I miss that generation so much!
Usually by this time of November (especially with a “late” Thanksgiving), I have the gravy and cranberry sauce and sometimes even the mashed potatoes pre-made and in the freezer. This year? Turkey? What turkey? But we’ll get to that. It isn’t that I haven’t spent a moment or two or ten here and there thinking about my Thanksgiving menu (don’t fergit about the Eggs Benny in the morning, KW) but I am NOT organized and it took a facebook post to remind me about cranberry sauce.
I have been especially annoyed about all of the crap people are
posting sharing on facebook lately. If you are reading this and occasionally do that kind of thing, I am not annoyed at you! But I love when people post little slices of their lives MUCH MORE than when they repost “funny” cat/dog thingies or poorly researched articles, etc., etc., ad nauseam. And so tonight, a friend posted about how her cats haven’t exactly done their job lately because she observed a Scurry Mouse, uh, scurrying along around the perimeter of the room. Been there, done that, no cats here. She was so intent on solving the Rodent Problem that she took off to the hardware store to obtain a different trap… forgetting… that she had cranberries cooking on the stove… Yes, her house is still standing, as is her recently renovated kitchen. Apparently the cranberries were ruined along with the pan.
My take-away from this? I need to buy cranberries. Top item on my list though? TURKEY!!! I intended to order a heritage turkey from Mr. Chicken at the farmer’s market. I asked him about it a few weeks ago and I was hit with such a huge barrage of [friendly] talk about how he doesn’t really have any heritage turkeys this year that I finally feigned a bathroom emergency to get away from him. Oh, not really. But as much as I love Mr. Chicken (and I do) I think I will schlep a turkey home from the Plum Market this weekend. Along with a whole bunch of other stuff from the Plum and/or the farmers market.
If you know any of us, you might know that although we aren’t the biggest eaters on earth, we do eat WELL and so we will on Thanksgiving. I do need to make a list though.
P.S. You might be wondering (or maybe not) why I am so distracted about Thanksgiving a mere week before it happens. If you are thinking something like, “She’s suffering from early Alzheimer’s” (say it in a snarky high-pitched voice, please), you would be wrong. What you may not remember is that by Thanksgiving Day, it is a strong possibility that we will not have a fully functional bathroom and will be taking showers via the bag shower in the Landfill Dungeon. It’ll be fun fun fun now that mama took the shower away (that is a video link) but thankfully The Landfill Chitchen will be intact [knock on wood] for its second Thanksgiving!
I couldn’t describe my systems analyst job in under about 10,000 words and I won’t describe the email chains (from last week) that I came home to yesterday. I researched the issues thoroughly and answered in detail. As I always do, I ended with, “I hope I am making sense.” In other words, if you don’t understand what I have written, don’t get into a panic and skew it in some bizarre way. Let’s just talk about it!
Yesterday wasn’t the best work day I have ever had in my life but it doesn’t in any way measure up to the time I stormed out of my Childhood Job when a programmer I worked pretty closely with insulted me (and my intelligence). Or so I thought. I was not fired for bailing out like that. I wasn’t even reprimanded. My boss Byron understood. Byron is dead now and Adult Me thinks I could’ve handled that whole thing differently. In fact, I can’t even remember exactly what made me so angry that day. That programmer and I worked together happily for many years after that. We should’ve *talked* just a bit.
I learned a lot about how to deal with people during my Childhood Job. In my adult job, I use those skills a lot. Because I often have to write email messages that detail very complicated issues and I am not always sure I have articulated those issues comprehensibly and because many of my highly intelligent colleagues know English as a second language, I almost always end with something like, “I hope I am making sense.” What I mean by that is a warm, “Please talk to me if I said something incomprehensible and we’ll go from there.”
My first email today? It was from a co-worker who I have great respect for: “You always make sense.” I soooooo neeeeeeeded that. (Although I’m not sure it is always true.)
This November is a lot warmer than last November although snow is on the horizon. Click here to check out last year on this date.
I was planning to take down those lights the day after Halloween but the day after Halloween turned out to be a pretty damn gorgeous day and Eastern Standard Time happened, which made the sun go down an hour earlier and I kind of wanted to turn on some fun holiday-type lights, so I turned them on again. And then the next weekend we didn’t take them down either and then we took a much-needed long beautiful weekend rattling around the northern lower and there was no way I was gonna take ’em down when we got home yesterday because BECAUSE.
And then, when I got home from work tonight, I noticed that somewhere along the way, the Ninja GPS had switched into night mode and today was a day I don’t want to repeat any time soon (the truth will set you free and that is all y’all need to know especially if you are a goddamn liar). Anyway, you know I turned on my Halloween lights again when I got home today. I also took a walk to the Plum. It was a beautiful warm afternoon and I loved checking out the waxing crescent moon on my way over there and back, hazy as it was tonight. Hey, we had snow up the wazoo at this time last year. 60 degrees? I’ll take it!
I was feeling a wee bit embarrassed about having the skeleton lights up even though I use
xmas twinkle lights year-round to provide ambient light and atmosphere in The Landfill. Still, these are holiday-specific (as you can see) and there is a time to take those down. Although our main string of xmas lights stays up year-round and, when friends talk about putting up their xmas lights, I always rather gleefully say something like, “I turned mine on today.”
But then I was craning myself outside the door to put some stuff into the recycle cart and our lovely neighbors were walking by and wouldn’t you know, their BABY (7-8 months old by now) LOVES our lights. And so they will stay for now. Love.
All I’ve got to say is that we are home again after a wondrous long weekend at the Courtois Cabin at Houghton Lake and Chloe Belle’s beauteous home at Gaylord.
If you are one of my nine regular readers, you have seen my pics from the Great White North. Houghton Lake, Manistee, Jordan River Valley, Michaywe. Our drive home today was a piece of cake. I unpacked everything and then I walked over to the Plum Market and, as I was walking back out, I could see the waxing crescent moon over in the southwest. I backpacked my grokkeries home and set them inside the door, then I took a wee bit of a sunset walk back in the wee woods behind our house. I had been thinking we could drive over and walk around Barton Dam when we got home but the GG got the lawn mower out to bag up leaves and I decided not to disturb that.
Can you see the waxing crescent moon in today’s pic?
I woke up at 5:29 AM, exactly one minute before the iPhone alarm I set started chirping (crickets). Up, shower, and out. As we were driving over toward Mancelona, it started snowing to beat the band and I was glad it was dark and my window was foggy because I had made the executive decision to wear hiking sandals and I did not want to know how much snow was on the ground. I was relieved when we got to the trailhead and found no more snow coming down and not much on the ground. And the sun was coming up.
Like my footwear? I am wearing tights and smartwool socks inside these shoes and that combination keeps me warm down to about 10 degrees as long as I am walking somewhere dry. They were actually perfect for today’s conditions.
The sun rose a bit higher…
I was discouraged from using this old outhouse. It was okay, I wasn’t desperate 🐗. What was fun was the discussion it kicked off about all the old outhouses we grew up with and some of us still use, at least occasionally. And then just around the corner, we reached the top of Deadman’s Hill, where there is a modern outhouse, if that makes any sense.
Today’s hike was a special treat. Not only is the Jordan Valley a gorgeous area, we hooked up with the Jordan Valley 45 North Country Trail chapter, a different chapter than our familiar Hiawatha Shore-to-Shore friends. New friends made the world a wee bit smaller by the end of the hike. Here are the Twinz of Terror signing in to the log.
Cobweb Sweep? See the kid in the Twinz of Terror photo? He is a phenomenal hiker. For a while I was in the lead and he was bouncing around behind me. I finally asked him if he’d rather be out ahead of me. The answer? Well, no because then he would run into all of the cobwebs. My friends, there were no cobwebs today. I think it was too cold for cobwebs. But I understood how he felt and was honored to serve as Cobweb Sweep.
We hiked around nine miles and then met up with The Beautiful Gay at the Buffalo Wild Wings in Gaylord for lunch. Not a restaurant that is on my radar screen. I have eaten at one ONCE, with The Engineer and his family in East Lansing, and you know that was a long time ago because he has been dead for 10 years. But the wings hit the spot today and now we are slodging around in Michaywe.
In short, if all the matter in the universe except the nematodes were swept away, our world would still be dimly recognizable, and if, as disembodied spirits, we could then investigate it, we should find its mountains, hills, vales, rivers, lakes, and oceans represented by a film of nematodes. The location of towns would be decipherable, since for every massing of human beings there would be a corresponding massing of certain nematodes. Trees would still stand in ghostly rows representing our streets and highways. The location of the various plants and animals would still be decipherable, and, had we sufficient knowledge, in many cases even their species could be determined by an examination of their erstwhile nematode parasites.
This stuff is all on Wiki-pee so you can take it with a grain of salt if you want or do a more in-depth study if you so choose. Or maybe you wish you could Unlearn this cute little bit of knowledge.
Wonderful breakfast at Little Boots and then the usual Reedsburg Dam Cruise with The Beautiful Liz this morning, then more slodging around at the group home than maybe either of us envisioned. We eventually mobilized to head up to the Uncly Uncle and Beautiful Gay’s house in Gaylord, where we were greeted enthusiastically by Chloe Belle and Daisy upon our arrival. Dinner at the country club soon, then early to bed to get up and get to a trailhead for a 7:30 AM North Country Trail hike.
Good night, KW
Change in plans! The plan? Head north and west to hike a bit of the North Country Trail, then continue up to Traverse City for dinner at Bode’s Bum Steer and an overnight. For various reasons — weather and logistical stuff too complex to write about coherently, we bagged that plan and headed over to the west coast. The west coast of The Great Lake State, that is, Lake Michigan, where they were predicting 12-20 foot waves in some places. We chose Manistee because it is pretty much a straight shot west from Houghton Lake. Was it windy? Yes. 12-20 foot waves? Not so much. Beautiful anyway. The GG walked out on this structure.
I was a bit more reticent although later on I kind of regretted that I didn’t walk out there too. There were fishermen out there sitting right next to The Dreaded Edge.
These great lakes crashers are nowhere near as freaky as the swells we encountered when Cap’n Ed “nosed” us out into the Gulf back in April. Still, even the GG did not walk out on this particular breakwater (most of it is to the right off the frame, waves crashing everywhere).
Safely on the beach now and we have had banks like this at the moominbeach the last couple years. I made the GG pose for this so you can see that these banks are taller than us medium-sized humans. The ones at the moominbeach not so tall and I remember visiting beach dog MiaPet scampering up and down them with aplomb.
We were certainly not the only people at the beach today. We exchanged pleasantries about the beautiful weather with these fishermen, who had already caught a bunch of fish.
Just some more waves… Oh… I guess I didn’t mention the dead deer just to the right out of the frame. I didn’t even notice it at first. Back when The Engineer was still walking the earth, I used to post dead aminals on my blahg. I don’t do it any more. I *have* a pic. I thought it would be fun to text it to the GG but he was too busy to look at it for eons and when he finally did, his phone momentarily malfunctioned and wouldn’t let him embiggen it so he thought it was a bird or whatever and I finally had to show him *my* pic. So much for that wee bit of fun.
After the beach, we headed to the main street with the goal of finding lunch and a beer. We had a place in mind but we decided to look around the shops first. Then we encountered Mary Ann’s antique shop. I did not want to go in any antique shop. I am flinging, don’tcha know? Okay, just let’s not stay in here long. Wouldn’t you know *I* ended up spending $60 and coveting a peacock blue glass candy dish that would be great up on top of my cabinets with the other colored glassware… As I was chatting with Mary Ann at the checkout, I thought to ask, “Where’s a good place to get a little lunch and a beer?” TJ’s was the enthusiastic answer. Just down the street. As we walked across the street to check out TJ’s, a young woman who obviously worked there was heading in our direction and she was so friendly we knew we were in the right place. And we were! Craft beer for Bill and cab for me and BLTs for both. And what do you think of this building? TJ’s is on the bottom level, the other levels seem to be a B&B, once a bank, given that there is a vault or two in there. It was reminiscent of the bank I barely remember my old coot working in when I was a small child.
Mini-vacay or not, Thursday is a business day and so I found a missed call and voice mail as we were rattling around Manistee. For once it was something good — Dreammaker Bath and Kitchen calling to schedule a pre-production meeting next Friday. We are back at the group home now scrabbling dinner together with The Beautiful Liz (who has made a loverly faaaaar in the faaaarplace) and looking forward to more Downton Abbey tonight. More fun is on tap for tomorrow. You’ll have to stay tuned to know what it is. Hope y’all are having fun too and that your weather is as craptastically beautiful as ours is! Seeya on the beach! (But not tomorrow.)
So, yesterday I got to work and nobody was working The Window so I set myself up there and a guy came in and I *swear* I heard him say he was just walking his cat. It may have been that I have to talk to people at The Window through an American flag but I also felt a bit like I was under water. But then he said a name that I recognized as a new contractor, so I scooted over to the LSCHP’s office and I could *swear* he said something about a pimp. I think I asked “whaaat?” about three times. The guy at the window did *not* look like a “pimp”. Where was his maroon suit? You know the one. It has shoulder pads and pink trim. Where was his matching Caddylac? We get UPS and Fedex and a few white Cereal Killer-looking vans that [big-office-supply-store] now contracts with to deliver paper and stuff. No fancy Caddylacs. Ever!!!
Of course no one was walking their cat and there were no pimps anywhere near my building. A poised, professional young woman was welcomed into the building and onto our team. Me? I was weary. Even after the LSCHP took the flag down. I sooooo needed a wee bit of vacay. I neeeeed a couple weeks more than I get in any case. I cannot complain about my benefits because they are generous. I just wish the norm for Corporate America was more. Like the Europeans get. Plus, last summer I spent a lot of my time off dealing with Titanium Pinky and the various splint/cast-type contraptions that kept her safe. The GG gets Veterans Day off as a paid holiday, so I decided to take some of whatever hours I have left this year to go north with him for the rest of the week.
We had a loverly uneventful drive up in the Frog Hopper pulling the Lyme Lounge, which will go into hibernation this weekend. It was beautiful here all afternoon and we finished off raking what leaves were left,
cheered on badgered by the Neighborhood Busybody Nutcase. And now Liz (the GG’s sister, not our daughter) is here with us and we are scrabbling a Landfill leftover dinner together and having fun.
We have plans for more fun this long weekend but we’ll see what we do, since the weather is supposed to take a turn toward the craptastic. Stay tuned for more of our fun or make your own and write about it!
Love y’all, KW!
I’m not one to sit and be part of a captive audience. I will make an exception for Arlo Guthrie and a handful of others, taiko drummers being one. But I hate to sit, especially sandwiched in with a whole bunch of strangers. I did well last night although I had a short period during halftime when I wanted to strangle someone. Probably the woman in the row behind me who was all blah-de-blah-de about how her kids (who sounded older than *my* kids if I was following the conversation) were kind of pooh-poohing Arlo so guess what they were getting for xmas? Arlo CDs, of course. We all spend a good number of years forcing our own personal culture upon our children but I *hope* I am not still doing that. At any rate, my kids have eclectic musical tastes and I’ll bet they wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth if the gift was Arlo Guthrie tickets, given that it was at a time and venue they could reasonably *get* to. They may be relieved to know that they are not getting either Arlo tickets or CDs for xmas. As if I would even try to buy them CDs of any sort. Sheesh. Oh wait! CDs? Huh? We did used to buy those… It was That Woman’s (but not Ms. Lewinsky) word, not mine.
The second half of the concert was the best and I forgot about the ditz behind me and thoroughly enjoyed Arlo being Arlo. My long-time internet buddy Agate Gal brought up an interesting question in the comments yesterday, which was why the movie Alice’s Restaurant had something to do with Thanksgiving. I can answer that only because Arlo played and narrated a couple of clips from the movie and the whole garbage dumping incident happened on Thanksgiving day. Because the regular dump was closed that day, don’tcha know. Maybe we’ll have to watch Alice’s Restaurant here at The Landfill this Thanksgiving.
Today? I began my day (after my shower and walk, of course) by playing a version of Gordon Lightfoot’s ballad “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”. I’m not going to link to it. If y’all haven’t heard about this 1975 Lake Superior shipwreck and the song that followed, you can google it. I’m gonna guess that if you are in any way connected with someone in the Great Lake State, it has been posted on your facebook timeline multiple times today. I’m sorry. I was there that night (in Sault Ste. Siberia at my parents’ house, not on the Fitz, that is). My boat nerd little bro was listening to another boat call the Fitz on a multi-band radio and get no response. I won’t go on and on about that night. Spooky? Yes. 40 years (and my little brother has been dead for 10 of those, alas). Where were you on the night of 11/10/1975? Us Yoopers all remember where we were although we may not remember the details accurately. Gordon Lightfoot spent some time at Whitefish Point yesterday visiting with family members of those who were on the Fitz, which was very cool. A gazillion people probably played his song today. I was one of them. Why did I play it? Because.
P.S. Here’s Arlo singing “City of New Orleans”. A train song. I don’t *think* there’s an ad. (Yes there is…)
I have a lot to say tonight but it is all rattling around my brain as raw chunks of data 🐸 that I can barely process let alone write coherently about, not that this boring blahg of blather is ever coherent. Let’s just say that I am not all that crazy about concerts but I will sometimes allow myself to be persuaded to see Arlo Guthrie. With dinner at Knight’s downtown venue before. The photoooos below are intended to show that I occasionally go out and do something besides slug around on the beach, hike, or (ahem) hang around in surgical waiting lounges. And no, I didn’t even walk downtown tonight. Drove the Ninja. Parked about a block ahead of Mr. Guthrie’s bus.
Without further ado, dinner at Knights downtown (with other concert goers as you might guess), Michigan Theatre, and a sorta fuzzy of Mr. Guthrie himself. My new iPhone was up to the task but the huge “do” on the woman in front of me kept bobbing and weaving back and forth and I had to keep re-focusing and I didn’t wanna bother the surrounding humanity. I thought *I* had Big Hair. Jeebus.
P.S. That “raw chunks of data” thing is a work joke that I couldn’t describe if I tried. G’night. KW.
Okay Second Wind, leggo o’ me and lemme go to sleep! And you can quit with the doggamn Nervous Knees too!
I don’t have a photoooo of this but, for weeks and weeks and weeks, we have been watching the moon and various planets in the pre-dawn sky. I saw those objects throughout my 0-skunk-30 walk this morning although Jupiter was getting pretty faint by the time I got back to the Haisley woods and the sun was about to hit the horizon.
The GG was talking about taking a small hike at Waterloo and I thought he meant the Geology Center but it turned out he meant the West Lake Preserve. That was okay with me. There was some frost in some places when we first got there this morning. This is the first frost that I know of this year. Late.
The first time we hiked this preserve, I was not dressed properly (tank top and short skirt, jeebus) so insects were driving me insane, so I didn’t get to this particular spot on the trail.
We did get to this area.
We went off-trail a bit on this trip but not anywhere near as much as we did the last time we did this little hike. That time, I picked up about a billion sticky seeds. All over my long red skirt and my cast. Yes, my CAST! The last time we hiked this preserve turned out to be six days before Titanium Pinky obtained her screw (I did not know the day of the surgery at that time…). I was fine that day except that I had a big frickin’ thing on my arm and about a bazillion sticky seeds stuck to my skirt (and cast). I can’t remember if I actually cried real tears or not, maybe not, but I WAS upset. Like “where’s my mommy” upset. Except that moi mommy is moiles away, like on other side, and I know that all too well and she would probably not have been much help in that situation anyway and I knew it. Anyway, of all things, I DID end up with some of those doggamn seeds again today but it was ONLY a few and I do NOT have a frickin’ cast and I did not FREAK OUT like I did that other time. I love this beautiful little hiking place.
We were talking about a sunset walk down by the river but instead, the GG made a faaaaarrr in the back yard.
And then this happened. 💜