I don’t think we’ve been to the Fleetwood Diner in Lansing since March 2020. The GG wanted to go last year the morning after the symposium but I was kind of restauranted out. This year I was ready ready ready and even had my omelet (gyro) picked out last night.

There is also a Fleetwood Diner on The Planet Ann Arbor. The Planet Ann Arbor version (which I don’t ever go to) is in an old railroad car. Both have the same owner, a person whose daughter went to high school with one of my daughters, and who the GG is somewhat acquainted with. He named-dropped the owner today [snort]. Anyway, good food 24 hours a day, including Hippie Hash (which I have never tried). Excellent (and friendly) service too. The GG ordered a side of sausage patties with his omelet (or whatever he ordered) and was served bacon instead. He was fine with that and we didn’t say anything. A bit later, our server stopped by and acknowledged her mistake, profusely apologizing. It was complicated but she had somehow hit the wrong button. No worries, she was great and I tipped her well.

We like to take back roads home after the symposium and this time we dropped down to Mason (where BFF went to high school) to hook up with the Dexter Trail. When we got to M52 we opted to head south to Stockbridge because the road looked potentially worse if we went straight (snow and ice, see below). After Stockbridge, we turned onto North Territorial, which was also pretty dicey with all of the ups and downs and twists and turns you get in glacial moraine country. Then through Dexter with the final leg of the journey being on Huron River Drive. If you’re unfamiliar with this area and can’t follow me, that means we took three scenic drives on our way home.

We had a couple/several inches of snow overnight, which made the road conditions interesting. The Lansing/East Lansing main roads were pretty much fine as long as you slowed down for intersections. I’m sure the freeways were great. The back roads? Intermittent snow/slush/ice/whatever. Combined with the twists/turns ups/downs of glacial moraine topography. By the time we got up this morning, the snow had moved east and Mr. Golden was doing his work. But. The temperature was down in the 20s so when we were driving, Mr. G-S hadn’t finished his work and had actually made things a little worse..

Somehow, it was a relaxing drive *anyway*, even for the GG, who was driving. He was driving at slow enough speeds that I was comfortable, the scenery was beautiful, and Mr. G-S was making us feel the promise of summer. March can bring some horrendous snow and/or ice storms but the good news is that it *usually* melts pretty quickly. Don’t tell that to the good people of Sault Ste. Siberia though. They have endured record snowfall this winter if I have it right. Instead of melting, it hangs around and more snow piles on top of it and they are all ready to move on NOW.

When we got home I was faced with “What’s for dinner?” I mean from my own baggy old brain, no one was bugging me about it. For about a split second, I thought something like, “Maybe I should text Little Cat Z and see if she has any ideas?” I bagged that idea PDQ, deciding I wasn’t so old and baggy that I had to sluff off meal planning for the me and the GG to my daughter. So I came up with a different lamb stew than my go-to recipe, garlic bread and salad. This recipe will use up some frozen artichokes so win win.

P.S. Neither one of us made a move to turn on the radio the whole time, not even Willie’s Roadhouse, which has become a “neutral” station for us, i.e., not NPR and not MAGA. (Although the GG actually does listen to NPR [snort]. It isn’t *all* “libtard” pollytickle stuff.)

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