Paradigm Form-factor sh*t shift. And there was something about buggy whips.
Er, whatever, I swear, every time I tried to write the word “shift” in that there title, it came out, well, you know. And dinosaurs poop in the grass, don’tcha know?
Anyway, that is Softy Beanbag in the pic and she is draping herself over MY the GG’s 12″ G4 Powerbook. At the Houghton Lake group home. Where we went for the weekend and Mouse even went with us. And the UU was there too. (You guys! I don’t mean the Unitarian Universalist Churst Church. [Uh, I Chursted again. Sorry.]) Anyway, y’all know me well enough to know that I don’t go to church. The UU is the Uncliest Uncle! The one who shares DNA with the GG.
The Houghton Lake kitchen is in the background and anything that is red back in there was definitely channeled by Grandma Sally of “you go girl” fame, which, in this particular memory’s case, is about vee-hickles and brothers-in-law and that’s all I will say.
Anyway, driving up to HL on Friday night was spookily devoid of vee-hickular traffic. And we thought that the point wasn’t particularly jam packed with people like it usually is. I know it wasn’t a holiday weekend and we haven’t been here on a holiday weekend this summer, so maybe it’s just a fluke. And then, coming home today, we made a last-minute decision to take the I75 SUV Speedway and, whaddya know, we were in two slow-downs between West Branch and Bay City. Couldn’t figger why…
I dunno. I am wondering what the $4 gas prices will do to the tourist business. As a property owner, on one hand, I am happy to see fewer people. It makes it easier for me to travel north. But. What happens to the local businesses if there are no tourists. I’m not gonna go any further with the *many* trains of thought I have about this. Sigh…