Random bits of my so-called life.

Carolina cicada

May 19th, 2024 by kayak woman

I am hearing Carolina Wrens here in the Landfill backyard. I don’t know what they look like but I know their song, thanks to the Merlin bird app. Operatic. I dunno what kind of cicada this is but the pic was taken in South Carolina by my mouse, who traveled there for a long weekend and I’m stealing it. I have not seen cicadas here.

I got a sorta second mother’s day today. My City Mouse and I made a plan to have lunch at HOMES Brewery today. I said, “I think I want to go to the hardware store too.” I felt a bit of surprise at that, so as I was turning Cygnus in to the hardware store, I said something like, “Y’know, I HAVE gone to the hardware store since covid.” (Which she knows.)

In the end the things I was thinking the hardware store might have weren’t there, at least not in the colors/form factor I wanted them in. My beach urchin had much better luck finding things so the trip was a success overall. It was CROWDED though and I waited in a long line (I’m not used to that these days) until they finally opened up a few other checkout stations. Because I had sussed the line situation, I grabbed the beach urchin’s stud finder, got in line and paid for it while she was looking at other things. As I was finishing that transaction, I spied her in line behind me with the other things. I signaled that I was going out to Cygnus and she followed me a few minutes later.

Given how crowded the hardware store was, I was a bit nervous about how crowded HOMES might be. As it turned out, there was hardly anyone in their small parking lot and almost NO ONE inside. Of course, HOMES opens at 11 AM on Sunday and we got there before noon. We had a lovely lunch with almost NO other patrons but I’m gonna guess that an hour or two later, the place was slammed.

Our Carolina travelers landed safely at Metro this afternoon. It was HOT when they landed, which I don’t think they expected but a little later, after they got to their house, a lovely little thunderstorm rolled through and we are all a little cooler now.

Lightning and books

May 18th, 2024 by kayak woman

We got a lot of lightning last evening punctuated by a couple of thunder claps at the very end. But not a whole lot of rain. The storm hung out to the west of us and I saw puddles when I traversed the back roads out in the county today. Fortunately we are not desperate for rain. The first pic is sans lightning, the second, I managed to catch the sky lit up. Can’t really see much of the sky because our neighborhood “forest” is in pretty much full-tilt boogie summer foliage mode.

So books. A beach urchin is on an expotition and has run oot of boooook… So I spammed her with some books.

I am a little more than halfway through “The Ministry of Time” and I am loving it. A new sci-fi novel (published in early May) involving time travel and a good amount of British humor. Oh, and one of the characters plays the flute!

“Limberlost” is a coming of age story set in Tasmania (I think I figured this out, many geographical places had fictional names, which is okay with me). The title was nagging at me a bit because I have read “A Girl of the Limberlost” by Gene Stratton Porter. I may be mangling my family’s history (and hopefully someone will correct me if I am) but I believe it was a fave of my paternal grandmother and she named her last daughter Gene. (Grandma was certainly literate but I don’t really remember her reading much besides the Sault Ste. Siberia high school honor roll and other tidbits in the local newspaper.) I almost lost my point here. My point is that the book family’s “Limberlost” orchard was named after Gene Stratton Porter’s book. Which was NOT set in Tasmania. (And I might have to re-read the Gene Stratton Porter book…)

“The Other Valley”. Definitely sci-fi or maybe fantasy. Speculative fiction? I’m not sure but I loved this book.

“Clear”. A story about the highland clearances which happened in the 17-1800s. I am NOT fluent with this history but I enjoyed this book and how the “clearance” of the sole occupant of a Scottish island didn’t turn out exactly as planned. I have read another book by this author (“West”). It was set in North America in the pioneer days. I enjoyed both of these books.

I have written about “I Cheerfully Refuse” recently but it came to mind today because it is about our family’s “home” lake. Near future dystopia set on Lake Superior. I mean ON the lake, at least a lot of the time. I have never been to Michipicoten Island. Have you?

A book I read a few years ago, “Piranesi”, kept popping into my head today as I was reading “The Ministry of Time”. I LOVED Piranesi. I *think* I am gonna love Ministry as much although I am only halfway through. What’s weird is that these two books are nothing alike. But there is some sort of “vibe” that’s connecting them in my brain.

Grrrrrr…Nope!

May 17th, 2024 by kayak woman

Ding Dong, Avon calling. Well, no not Avon but I’d’ve sent Avon packing too. Makeup? I don’t need no stinkin’ make-up. Although I do wear make-up. TLDR.

This guy was selling pest exterminating services. I did not slam the door in his face like I wanted to. The door was open (like it always is) when he approached it. I was polite, offering FIRM no thank yous throughout the conversation. Questions questions questions. I answered a couple of them. How long have you lived here? I answered that cryptically. I mean, he wasn’t even a twinkle in his daddy’s eye when we bought this house. Is it a nice neighborhood? If it wasn’t, we’d’ve probably moved. Have you ever hired a professional exterminator before? Nope. (And I’m not gonna hire you.)

He was dying to detail all of the wondrous stuff his business could do for me and at that point, I accepted one of his flyers (and put it immediately in the recycle). I told him (AGAIN!) NO THANK YOU but good luck.

My brain went away and processed that startling encounter for over 24 hours (this happened yesterday) and this afternoon, it regurgitated some interesting information. We have never had a pest problem persistent enough to seek out a professional exterminator. The mice go in, the mice go out (the mice play pinochle on your snout). It is random. Ants? We have had a few ants recently but they seem to have subsided. Nothing I would call an exterminator about. So I have a script for the next time that issue comes up at the door. “We don’t have a problem.”

One thing I miss about the bad old days of the original covid virus is we did NOT get door to door solicitors.

When is the best time to go to the laundromat?

May 16th, 2024 by kayak woman

Radical Betty asked me that question once and my answer at the time was “Whenever George is not there.” George was a shirttail non-biological relative of our family and a lot of us did not agree with him about things like politics or religion.

Anyway we were not unfriendly with him or his family. We saw him and his wife at holiday occasions and we tolerated his unannounced Sunday visits to the moominbeach. Our grandfather had told him he could visit the beach any time and we followed his direction. But we didn’t really want to hang out with him at the laundromat. And I don’t think we ever did mainly because I think we got there much earlier than George did.

When my beach urchins wee mini-kids, The Commander and I would take them in to the laundromat and then there would be a grock run and I think we sometimes had lunch somewhere. Once the beach urchins were misbehaving a bit and the laundromat manager (a friend of The Commander’s) took it upon herself to put them in line.

As the years went on, I took over most of the laundry duties, except for The Comm’s lingerie, which she preferred to wash herself and I don’t blame her.

So sometimes I would make laundry runs alone but other times various beach urchins would accompany me. And here we are. Three beach urchins are throwing towels and things at each other. I think the fourth beach urchin was not ready to get up early enough to do laundry when Kayak Woman was ready to schlep into town. That was A-OKAY!

I mostly do moominbeach laundry runs alone these days and it is very much okay (except for the time I put some of my laundry into someone else’s car). I do so miss the old days though.

Puzz spoiler alert (or maybe not)

May 15th, 2024 by kayak woman

Okay. For three days in a row I DNF (did not finish) the NYT xword. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Friday and Saturday I just couldn’t quite figger some of the clues. Sunday? There is always a theme on Sunday. This one involved a rebus. I LOVE rebuses but in this case, the rebus involved PIXAR films. Say what?

I randomly managed to figger most PIXAR movies from crosses, I would go, “Oh yeah, I know that movie.” I don’t totally live under a rock. But I couldn’t think them up myself. I go back to these puzzles if I DNF and in this case I actually googled a cross (something about the Baja Peninsula, or whatever) and that gave me “Luca”, which almost gave me the whole thing except that I didn’t know what Lady Gaga and Billie Eilish have in common. “Label mate”. WTF? Is my generation showing? (Talking about my generation.)

Every generation thinks they know how to make the world better. Mine certainly did. Alas, “we” apparently got tired of “free love” and living in communes (I never lived in one unless you count the Old Cabin when I was a little kid). We morphed through the disco age to become the “me” generation. I’m not sure where that has gotten us but a bad thing is that we seem to be allowing orange baboons to run for president. I could go on about that but I won’t. Except that although I think it’s time for some younger candidates, I will STILL vote for Biden.

I have watched one PIXAR film in my life, which was WALLE. I might have gotten that xword rebus more quickly if I had remembered how to spell it. (Wale? Wali? Walli?) I can’t remember how I ended up watching it but I don’t think anyone else was home (kids were in college or beyond) and I somehow stumbled upon it. A sweet movie in its own way but not my usual sort of thing. Last night I stumbled upon Riverdale and am trying that out. I dunno if I can do seven seasons but we’ll see.

And so it begins

May 14th, 2024 by kayak woman

Another summer at the moomincabin, that is.

I thought the GG was gonna stay with the UU and TBG in Gaylord tonight but apparently he drove all the way up to the yooperland and look at the moomincabin all opened up! Storm windows taken down and deck chairs out already. And a ladder…

Usually by Memorial Day we still have a couple of small snow piles in the surrounding woods. This is waaaay before Memorial Day (but it’s coming up quick) and I’m not even gonna ask if there are any snow piles. I’m pretty sure there aren’t any this year. A couple years ago I drove up a couple days before Memorial Weekend and it was 54 degrees and SLEETING when I got there.

Part of me wants to be up there with him but he is taking off to hike with the Softies this week. The Softies are a group of women who enjoy hiking but like to have a “guy” with them. I don’t blame them. And I mean a non-creepy type guy that they aren’t afraid will try to enter their sleeping bags at night (although I think the Softies stay in hotels).

The GG is a woman-friendly kinda guy. In the first place, he grew up with five brothers (one an identical twin) and four sisters and has two daughters. He “gets” women more than most guys do. Although he doesn’t always “get” meeeeee or my political views. But he also doesn’t try to tell me what to do or who to vote for. After 40-some years that’s where you kind of get to.

Leggo my eggo

May 13th, 2024 by kayak woman

When the GG shoved this pic in front of my face yesterday, I had trouble processing it. Three of the eggs are not *exactly* close to robin egg color but somewhat close? Or naw. Our robin eggs are dark teal. That big speckly one? What the bloody hell is that?

Turns out a house finch (we *think*) has nested on top of an old robin nest and is apparently incubating three eggs of its own plus a cowbird egg.

We do have a robin nest “around the corner” (of our back yard) but those birdies hatched a while back and he was unable to get a good pic of them without disturbing the robin parents. Just to be clear, he waits until the parents are momentarily off gathering food and uses a selfie stick to get pics.

In his heart of hearts, The GG doesn’t want us (me) to use the back yard during bird nesting season. I get it but I also think that this is an urban/suburban environment where humans and birds need to coexist. And we do. While the GG was taking a nap this afternoon, I snuck around the back of The Landfill to hang out a few feet away from the finch nest. When he woke up, he came out and was surprised to find the bird on its nest with me in the yard. Well. I am QUIET! I probably scared the heck out of the bird when I came around the corner (I did not notice) but once I sat still for a bit, it had no problem returning, even with meeee in the yard. I am not a threat. I am not a raptor.

We welcome all bird parents, even cowbirds. But we live here too.

It’s pollen season and the GG was complaining about that (maybe that’s why he was coughing last night?) even though it doesn’t seem to be dragging him down at all. I am NOT affected in any way shape or form by pollen. I am NOT allergic to pretty much anything. That said, as soon as I told him that, I had a blasted sneezing fit. But it was a *dry* sneezing fit, one of those random ones that a lot of people get every day or once in a while or whatever. It went away and I haven’t sneezed in a couple hours, pollen or not.

Flowers and candy

May 12th, 2024 by kayak woman

I was out bright and early (as usual) to get the few remaining grocks I needed to help put a family dinner together. You know the occasion. The Plum was already loaded with people, mostly dads and little kids laden with flowers, etc.

I don’t need gifts for this greeting card holiday (although I don’t think it actually *is* a greeting card holiday). I did get flowers albeit in the form of impatiens to pot. I get those every year. This year, the GG got on a roll. He not only bought a TON of them, duplicating a beach urchin’s effort, he potted them himself. I am happy about that but had to redirect him a bit. The extra plants will go to the moomincabin in a couple days. I hope they survive.

Although I always love the flowers. my fave “gift” this year was help sorting out the massive mess of moomincabin sheets and pillowcases that I brought down here last fall. Waaaaay too many. I washed EVERYTHING last fall. Then I tried to sort them out. Although there were a few complete sheet sets, there were also MANY incomplete ones and about a bazillion random pillowcases. The Commander used to have all this stuff sorted out but in her last few years things got a little crazy and I had too much on my plate to be of much help.

So now we have five or six complete sets of sheets to take north this week (the GG will, I won’t join him for a bit). We definitely kept the “sleeeeeeeep” sheets. We are all fond of those. Heirloom hand crocheted or embroidered pillowcases will be kept and maybe repurposed. At least one of the beach urchins snagged a sheet set or two for her own house. And I will recycle the rest. So glad to have that stuff mostly off my radar screen. I basically have ONE set of sheets (for the “master” bedroom) here at The Landfill. I wash them more or less weekly and put them back on the bed. Of course I have my own laundry facilities at The Landfill and don’t have to take them to the laundromat.

As I always say, every day is mother’s day but today was a good excuse to get together and we had fun and so g’night.

Woomba woomba woomba woomba

May 11th, 2024 by kayak woman

I canNOT take credit for this pic. The country mouse took it out at her place in the, uh, country. I was aware that we might get an aurora so I immediately ran outside and headed over to the schoolyard.

And. Nothing. It wasn’t cloudy. The waxing crescent moon was brilliant. But there was no aurora visible. The country mouse is only 6-7 miles to the north so I dunno why the northern lights stood us up here on The Planet Ann Arbor. Yes we are in the city so there’s more light but I’m not sure that was the issue because other astronomical objects were visible, even to the naked eye.

We get the northern lights on the moominbeach occasionally. It is way north of here and our skies are pretty dark when the steel mill seven miles or so down the river isn’t lighting them up throwing slag or whatever it is they do. Usually up there, the aurora appears as a green kind of curtain-looking thing.

I have once before seen a light show like the one my mouse captured last night and it was down here on the planet. I was driving my old POC to Metro to pick up the GG. The sky lit up just about like this and the lights were dancing all over the place. It took me a few minutes to process that it was actually the northern lights. I had never heard of them showing up as far “south” as Detroit. I didn’t get a pic then either. No iPhone in those days.

Anyway asking mouse’s forgiveness for posting her pic without asking permission. Of course I’ve been posting her sister’s Ireland pics without permission for the last couple weeks 🐽

P. S. As it turns out a lot of people saw the lights in the city and they had probably faded by the time I got outside.

Lighthouse legs

May 10th, 2024 by kayak woman

I don’t have a lot to say tonight but want to put something out there so various people know I’m alive.

Life at the Landfill? The GG spent a lot of time dispatching garlic mustard and other weeds and now his hands hurt. It isn’t a terminal condition but still. Personally I would like to pay someone else to do that kind of crapola. I have done my share of weeding and I DO NOT enjoy it. Especially when I get laced with poison ivy. I like the IDEA of gardening but I don’t actually enjoy DOING it AT ALL and have never been successful at it. So why should I do it? I’m good at a lot of other things that I DO enjoy. Can I please just stick to those things? I even get paid for one of them…

What I really want to do is hire an expert to consult with us about what native plants would do well in our yard given that we are horrible gardeners and are also not around a lot of the summer. I don’t really have agreement on this. Sigh.

I don’t think this is a lighthouse, more likely the staircase to a turret in a castle somewhere in Ireland. But something about climbing the spiral staircase in the Iroquois Lighthouse up on Whitefish Bay always makes my legs feel funny for a couple days. So I could relate.

It’s not “gazillion” because it’s nine letters and there’s no “o”

May 9th, 2024 by kayak woman

*That* is where I’m at in the spelling bee today — one ga8 down (out of three) from 👸🐝

I was reminded by a family text from a beach urchin this morning that it is my dad’s birthday. He would be 105. I didn’t exactly forget. It was on my radar screen but I didn’t post it anywhere. Not for any specific reason and I was glad to see the grandchildren remember their sweet granddaddy. He was sweeter to them than he was to me but then he lived through my teenage years. I wasn’t totally incorrigible but I was a spirited child and an angsty teen so I had my moments, which for a while included Bad Boyfriend. I did eventually land on my feet, married the right guy, and became a successful failure.

I always have a secondary thought when it’s my dad’s birthday, which is that it is also my childhood/facebook friend The Beautiful Mimi’s birthday. I wouldn’t remember that except that years ago on facebook, I posted my dad’s birthday and she commented that she always remembered that because they have matching birthdays. Why does she remember that? Who knows? It’s one of those random factoids that some people store in their memory banks for no good reason. I must have said (on her birthday at some point in our childhood), “Oh, it’s my dad’s birthday too.” I remember weird factoids too (it actually helps in my job) and I am happy to know that Mimi and I have brains that operate in a similar fashion, at least in that way. She is MUCH smarter than me overall but I love her anyway.

This is my dad (on the right) having a “shootout” with his best buddy Jim Sherman. They were probably in the woods somewhere in the area of the moomincabin and I’m sure the only shooting that was going on was whatever the photographer was doing, who was probably one of their friends in The Veteran Greenhorns “club”. These guys were in high school (I think) when the photo was taken. It was pre-WWII and as far as I know, all of the Veteran Greenhorns served. Dad was stationed stateside in the American southwest as an Army Air Corps flight instructor.

Out-takes

May 8th, 2024 by kayak woman

Oh, not the pic. Since I didn’t get any pics today, I’m still running photos from Ireland that my beach urchin put in a shared album for me.

I didn’t get any pics today because I didn’t exactly wake up on time and was pretty grumpy when I did. I mean it wasn’t that late or anything but I had planned to go get grocks this morning and bagged it because I was too “tired” but probably grumpy is a better word. You’d think I had experienced a 5-hour time zone change although traveling westward is usually easier on wake-up time.

Anyway, the GG gets sooooo excited about stuff like this. The first day they were in Ireland, he texted us (including our niece Pengo) with something like, “Let’s move to Dublin!”. I retorted, “By the end of the trip you will want to be home and you will be missing the North Country Trail.” BTW: I would never blahg any details of Pengo’s life, not that I know a lot of them, but she travels to much more exotic places than Ireland – all the time. But she is a beloved member of our family and we include her when it seems appropriate, meaning we are careful not to spam her with whatever trivial crapola is going on. (I doubt she reads this blahg of blather, at least not frequently.)

What did the GG do today? Various things including spending a few HOURS trying to fix The Chirper (dead smoke alarm). I figured this out when it started chirping this morning 😵‍💫 How can it do that when I removed the battery? Because he put a NEW battery in it of course. Did he hear it chirp? No he did not. He didn’t want to give up on it and expressed frustration that he couldn’t just put a new battery in it and make it magically work again. The reasons for that are (I’m sure) too complicated for this post but at the end of it all, The Chirper is now residing un-batteried by the front door with the ones we replaced with Nest alarms, waiting to be taken to toxic waste recycling or whatever.

And speaking of missing the North Country Trail, by the end of the afternoon, he had written and posted an email to our chapter this afternoon detailing the upcoming events, sneaking in a couple photos of Ireland.

And so it goes…

Home safe

May 7th, 2024 by kayak woman

It was a nitzy kind of day because I didn’t really know flight schedules, therefore didn’t know when people would arrive home from Ireland. Adding to my anxiety was the threat of severe storms at some unknown point during the day.

My mouse ended up picking up the travelers and they did not have a difficult drive home at the time although we are now hearing thunder. I had eggplant parm ready to serve by the time everyone got here. All six of us.

So the Master Of The Universe is now home and available to deal with rodent control and dead smoke/CO alarm batteries.

What I did NOT blahg about was Saturday night. It was 10:20 or so and I was soooo ready to chill out. But then… Chirp chirp chirp. F*cking goddamn. We just replaced all of our old alarms with Nest smart alarms. So what the bloody hell? I spent 20 minutes or so trying to figger where the chirping was coming from. I checked my Nest app. Everything was all right. I stood under every single blasted alarm to figger if it was making the noise. Eventually I determined that the chirping was coming from an alarm that the GG had unplugged and placed by the front door to be recycled or whatever. Problem? He did not remove the battery. So it died and the chirping began. Eventually I figured out how to remove the battery and EVENTUALLY I managed to get to sleep. Man do I hate those f*cking alarms.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another

May 6th, 2024 by kayak woman

Last night, I was all settled in and ready to go to bed when, rustle rustle rustle SNAP!!!

Oh jeebus. You know what those sounds mean, right? They were coming from the cabinet under the sink. I figured the victim had been dispatched by the big SNAP. So okay, I could deal with it in the morning. But no, there was a whole bunch more rustling noises and then ANOTHER BIG SNAP! And THEN! MORE RUSTLINGS AND BUMPING AROUND and you name it.

I am not normally the person responsible for taking care of “Mickey” around here but I can do it in a pinch. Since I was the only one here, I knew I would have to pull up my big girl panties and deal with it. So I did. At this point, I was starting to think, “How many of them are under there?”

Turns out it was only one but this customer had somehow gotten snagged by TWO (count ’em) traps and remained alive and active. These traps are the enclosed plastic kind. The traditional ones were not touched. I grabbed some kitchen tongs and somehow picked up the whole shebang. I took it all outside, put it down on the patio, and carefully UNSNAPPED first one trap and then the other. The customer seemed injured but scurried away so not sure if it made it or not. I hate when any living thing dies on my account (except for biting insects) but I do NOT want to clean up rodent crap in my house. If you did NOT make it, Godspeed little creature.

“When Grandma snaps the trap, she takes the mouse outside.” This is what one of the beach urchins said when we were visiting her Florida grandparents and there was a rodent problem going on and a LOT of snapping. And yes, the mouse went outside but it was no longer alive. Grandma Sally was a lot less concerned about dispatching unwanted rodents than yer fav-o-rite blahgger is.

Subsequently, I took EVERYTHING out from under the sink and washed everything including the cabinet floor or whatever you call it. That was so much fun.

Shooooo-gun

May 5th, 2024 by kayak woman

Did some of my ancestors live in a place like this? Naw. I’m sure they were peasants or whatever they call them in Ireland. I know the most about the folks that emigrated from Scotland but I have Irish ancestors too. And maybe in six weeks or so I might have more insight into what I’m made of because I (finally) did a saliva spit-take and dropped my sample off at the post office early this morning.

What do I expect to get out of this? I dunno. I don’t really expect any surprise siblings. My parents were really tight with each other for all the years they were married. Butchya nevah know. I also did not select to share my results with others in Ancestry. I have friends who have done that and they have made wonderful connections. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I can change that if I want to. And… The GG (thinking of conspiracy theories I guess) was like don’t they ask you a lot of questions? Well… They do OFFER questions you can answer BUT you can opt out of them and I did. Again, it’s a setting I can turn on later if I want to. Or not.

So I guess I’m just curious about what my DNA says about my heritage. I will take the results with a systems analyst’s point of view. Like, I dunno, I might need more data. In other words I am not taking this all that seriously. That said, I am probably mostly northern European WASPy stuff.

Okay Shogun. I finished Shogun today. Or so I thought. Nope. There is a second half of this book. (I am not reading a “brick book”, I am reading it on my phone.) As I approached the end of the book, I was starting to realize that there was NO WAY it could be wrapped up in the next I dunno five pages. And of course it wasn’t. The book I downloaded was the FIRST half of the book. I downloaded the second half but I think I will read a couple of quicker books before I do the second half of Shogun.

It was our beach community friend Barb who got “us” (beach folk) into Shogun back in the 1970s when it was first published. She also taught every kid on the beach how to swim but that would be a whole ‘nother story. So she got us into Shogun and a lot of us are readers so we read it.

There was a Shogun TV mini-series umpteen bazillion years ago. I’m not sure I watched all of it or not but I remember the actor Richard Chamberlain playing the part of the “anjin-san”.

That was then, this is now and there is a new series (not a mini-series) and I am geared up to watch it. Maybe the GG will like it when we are finished with the newest version of Fargo? So I am reading the book first. I gather that the series does not exactly follow the book. That’s okay. One of the reasons I’m re-reading the book is so I can compare it to the series.

Love y’all KW

Asparagus (not from Chile)

May 4th, 2024 by kayak woman

The farmers market is in full swing and I knew (because I follow the market on facebook) that asparagus was available. I mean LOCAL asparagus. It seems a wee bit early but apparently it’s not because I got two beautiful bunches at 0-skunk-30 this morning.

I had to figger a new place to park. “They” are building a new “affordable” housing unit on the parking lot I have been using for umpteen bazillion years to shop at Kerrytown and the market. Sigh. I am all for making housing in the city more affordable but a lot of this seems to be left to developers to figure out. I don’t think developers care much (in their greedy little grinch hearts) about providing “affordable” housing. I am also not too sure that most people who are looking for housing, “affordable” or not, desire to live in seven (or 14) story buildings. When I was looking for “affordable” housing back in the day, I also wanted a back yard I could WALK out to without taking an elevator.

This is a hot button issue in our small, expensive city. I do not have the answers to this conundrum but the trolls on Next Door Neighbor who meet every person who questions high-rise developments in our city with “let’s welcome our new neighbors” leave me a bit cold. High-rise housing may have a place in our city but these places are NOT all “affordable” and I won’t even begin to get into the transportation issues of getting to a comprehensive grocery store. The farmers market does not sell toilet paper…

Okay I am done with that incomprehensible rant. I had company for dinner tonight. It was a gorgeous evening for eating in the back yard (which we could WALK out to without taking an elevator) and the conversation was loverly. I needed that.

I did not pick a horse for today’s Kentucky Derby. I didn’t watch it and don’t know who won but the names totally sucked. Did Corporate America pick them or what?

I didn’t do the dishes today

May 3rd, 2024 by kayak woman

I mean I did not do ANY dishes ALL DAY. Do you have any idea how unusual that is? I am a dish “processor”. I am one of those people who grabs your used water glass as soon as you put it down even if you were planning on using it again. Sorry, that’s just how I roll.

Anyway, I am about at the end of the never-ending leftovers. Or so it seems. I am now into some prepared food from the Plum. So. I really did not get anywhere near a significant number of dishes dirty. I will probably do a round of dishes in the morning. At least those that don’t go in the dishwasher.

I lived for YEARS without a dishwasher in the Landfill. At one point we had a dishwasher that was kind of past the point and wasn’t really getting the dishes clean. For whatever reasons (complicated) I just decided we didn’t need a new dishwasher at that point. I grew up washing dishes by hand and actually enjoyed it so I just washed them by hand for a while. Quite a while.

When we finally gutted the Landfill Chitchen, I decided it was time for a new dishwasher. We headed off to Big George and the GG proceeded to open EVERY DAMN DISHWASHER on the showroom floor and pull its drawers out. He was expecting me to choose what I needed based on that? Nope. While the GG was rummaging around with the dishwashers, I approached our nice young salesman and said something like, “Mid-priced dishwasher that’ll get the dishes clean.” He pointed me to a Bosch, I bought it and it has worked just fine for 10 years. Overthinking things drives me nutso. Not that I don’t ever do it.

My main household chore today was hauling the garbage and recycle carts up to their home after pickup. Okay. When they picked up the garbage cart, it was raining. When they dropped it back down by the curb, the lid stayed open. Then it began POURING rain. When I finally got out there, there was a few inches of water in the bottom. So… I hauled it up and tipped it over to let it all drain out.

Just a day in the life. Orange ya glad I didn’t blahg about pollyticks today?

“Good morning America, how are you?”

May 2nd, 2024 by kayak woman

THIS was in the grocery store parking lot this morning. Actually it wasn’t in Plum’s lot exactly. It was in the greater Maple Village lot in an area that is almost always totally empty and mainly used for driver’s license testing and things like popup fireworks tents. “Pave paradise, put up a parking lot.”

This is not the best pic but I approached this vee-hickle very tentatively. Is there anyone in it? It didn’t look like there was anyone in the cab but who knows who might be in the cargo hold or whatever you call it. I’m not really sure what kind of vee-hickle this is or why it’s here. Maybe it’s a bus? And is it legal to park in what I think is a private parking lot overnight? If indeed it was parked there overnight. I do not know. So I kept a bit of distance.

I shot this pic over to MMCB and MMCB2 opined that whoever parked the vee-hickle in a parking lot on the Planet Ann Arbor had a lot of nerve. This is not a city where the Orange Baboon has a lot of supporters but they do exist and if you drive 10 minutes out into the county, you may encounter huge Trump signs. At least I did in 2016. In 2020, I saw a lot of “Bye Don” signs and this year, I haven’t seen a lot of signs at all. Are people totally fed up? I am.

But not too fed up to not vote or to vote “uncommitted”. I do not and haven’t EVER seen the appeal the Orange Baboon has to people in our country. I could make a long list but I won’t (today anyway). I didn’t like him when he was a “businessman” and I didn’t like him when he was a “reality TV star”. I laughed at his abortive attempt to run for president back in 2012 but he ended up having the last laugh. I didn’t vote for him in 2016 or 2020 and I will NOT vote for him in 2024. He is a grifter who doesn’t care about ANYONE except himself. My opinion is that we need to keep him out of the presidency and any other kind of political role.

So I WILL vote for Biden again.

If you want to park a bus in my neighborhood, let it be the Bread & Puppet Circus bus. (Pic from March 2010.)

Title credit to Willie Nelson who, as near as I can get from Google, originally wrote the song. I have mostly heard Arlo Guthrie sing it. This is one of the songs that eased me into expanding my music horizons from esoteric classical and acid rock into country. (Although I still like those genres and STILL need to curate my own Spotify “helicopter music” playlist.)

Cobwebs

May 1st, 2024 by kayak woman

Just brain cobwebs, not real ones. Although I have shared my shower with a spider a couple times lately and a “murder hornet” got stuck in my house yesterday. Flinging itself repeatedly into my front window trying to get out. Eet eez glass and it will have to find another way. Today it is gone and I haven’t found its body. Not that I’ve spent a lot of time looking for it. Maybe Rooooomba will find it and suck it up this weekend. Or maybe it escaped through a hole in a screen somewhere? But “murder hornets” don’t spin webs.

When we bought The Landfill (forty frickin’ years ago) we didn’t pay much attention to how it was situated. The front of our house faces west. Okay. We didn’t really spend a whole lot of time thinking about this for many years. But here we are. I have been a full time telecommunter since you know when. My fave place to work is in the front living room by the front window. Today it was 78 degrees in the late afternoon and Mr. Golden Sun was out in full force. Not only did I have trouble seeing my laptop screen, it was frickin’ hot.

I am not complaining about this. I could move to another room or even outside. Just thinking that back when we bought this loverly place, we had no clue about how our lives would roll out. Well, except that our first baby was on the way. But who knew that I would one day be working a tech job totally from home.

Hairy Lemon in the pic. Dublin. I dunno if they ate/drank there or what. They are in northern Ireland now.

Is Himself behaving himself?

April 30th, 2024 by kayak woman

I didn’t actually ask but I got a text that said he apparently is, more or less.

Himself called me today. I was kinda like whut but it was just to say hi. This kind of gobsmacked me though. Because I’m not sure how international calls work with the iPhone in this era but… Uh. He just. Called me. I remember when my kids were doing study abroad. We didn’t call often at all, don’t get me wrong. Email was much more reliable.

When I once called Lizard Breath (in Spain), it took me a few tries to figure it out. I still had a flip phone at the time (2004-5) and I think she was using a phone her host mom kept for students. But email worked the best. I was taking web design/dev classes at the community college at that time and I would arrive early in the morning an hour before my first class to chill out in the library, slugging along doing young actors guild business and reading emails from my kid in Spain. And once from a friend of Ray Bradbury (yes that Ray Bradbury) and it was not spam and I almost fell outta my chair.

Dakar (second beach urchin) was a bit different. We called ONCE. It was xmas day and we arranged (with her) a call. We managed to get to her and we talked for 47 minutes. Guess how much it cost? $470.00. Yes. I’m trying to remember if we tried to protest this. If we did, we gave up quickly. That amount of money did not break the bank and it was well worth it to talk to our far away daughter. Her host family was Christian (Catholic I think) so they celebrated the holiday but I don’t think in the big way Americans do. Which is certainly fine for us secular American Christians.

But now here in 2024 it seems like we can just call internationally on our iPhones without a problem. Of course, Ireland is not Senegal. I don’t really understand phone charges any more but if we do get some kind of charge, I doubt it will break the bank.

Himself is at Guinness. Because they arrived much earlier on Monday than their hotel room was available, Lizard Breath had scheduled a Guinness tour. The pic is apparently taken via a reflective surface so the sign is backwards. I can read English words both backwards and upside down🤣