Bdah bdah bdah. Would you like some serendipity with your pasta salad?

For the second year in a row, the Sunday after the Ann Arbor Folk Festival has been a serendipitously good day. For me anyway. The GG may disagree. He has a monstrous cold virus and slugged around looking like death warmed over all day. I don’t go to the folk festival myself. I cannot sit in Hill Auditorium for that many hours. I am sorry. But the GG is a regular. Last year we spent the day after the folk festival driving Sam (archaeologist, not dog) from our house to her parents’ house in the Lansing area. It was a gorgeously warm but windy winter day and we wound our way along the back roads in the Ninja. We had a wonderfull visit with her parents and then swooshed back to the Planet Ann Arbor. It was a serendipitously beautiful day that I will always remember.

Very coincidentally, that same Sam blasted through here this weekend. There was no joyride this time. At least not for us. They began their journey back down south toward their home in Hotlanta yesterday. And that was okay. Sam and I have learned not to plan things too carefully because we know that things can change rather radically in pretty short order. We have been friends for many many years and we just adapt to stuff like that. Like what? Well, like a few years ago when my dad died a few days before we were scheduled to meet. But back to today. Wow, I got a lot of stuff done. Just mundane housekeeping stuff like laundry and some light cleaning and a few groceries and some cooking and yes, I did make pasta salad. Want some? I got twice my minimum daily requirement of outdoor exercise in and I did some productive work on two (count ’em) unfinished prodjects (intentionally misspelled). It was a stress-free day of tinking away upon this and that and a few other things.

Of course, in between all of this other activity, I was checking in on them thar toobs. Other people’s blahgs, twitter, facebook, et al. Early this afternoon, I got a Twitter direct message from our northern correspondent Paulette, my friend and neighbor on Fin Family Moominbeach. One of the people that she has been following since whenever she joined Twitter wrote a Tweet that referenced one of his relatives, one who is also a friend of my daughter. I don’t know why this blew me away so much. This is a family that probably wouldn’t be anywhere near my radar screen if my kid didn’t move to the left coast and, well, you know, meet people that didn’t come from the Planet Ann Arbor. But yet, a friend of mine has already found a member of that family. The mind boggles.

Today is January 31st. Tomorrow is February and after that we go roly poly pell mell into summer and our little cabin on Gitchee Gumee will be open for business. Gin and tonics, anyone? Salty Dogs? Manhattans? Okay. I know that we aren’t going to exactly go roly poly pell mell into summer here in the Great Lake State.

Love y’all,
Kayak Woman

6 Responses to “Bdah bdah bdah. Would you like some serendipity with your pasta salad?”

  1. Paulette Says:

    I love this guy, @jayrosen_nyu on twitter. His bio talks about mind casting rather than life casting. (I think ababsurdo combines both). Glad to have met the nephew on the summer beach. Weren’t you, the left coaster, GG, the nephew, and Mouse with us as we observed mayflies in their inchoate stage on the water’s edge? Fun.

  2. kayak woman Says:

    Yes to all! Bwa ha ha to the internet and to the beach on Gitchee Gumee! (-: (-:

  3. Uncly Uncle Says:

    Look! It’s the Space Shuttle.

  4. l4827 Says:

    I think I can see the beginnings of a beach fire, martini olives, and up bounders and down bounders across the pond out there ……

  5. Margaret Says:

    My husband has a cold too! I love pasta salad; what do you put in yours? Our weather has turned into spring, nearly 60 with blue skies and sun. Huh?

  6. Dona Says:

    I’ve only been in Michigan once — and that was somewhere in the UP, so when I read about cities in Michigan I can never really get an idea of where they are in relationship to each other.