What’s the story, morning glory…

In the late 1990s I often drove hordes of teens and preteens all over the city in my loverly old POC. Oasis was one of the CDs in the rotation. There were others. I got sick of some groups/artists but not Oasis. I swore to myself when I was a teenager that I would *never* fight with my children about trivial things like taste in music or clothing. And I didn’t. I *think* that [in part] got me through never having to deal with some of the very real sex & drugs type problems that many of us baby-boomer me-generation parents have had to deal with.

Anyway, even though the GG flew out to Montana today, he was up for a 2-mile hike down to the Planet Ann Arbor farmer’s market this morning. We got down there just at 7:00 AM, got coffee and trundled around until we were ready to gear up and truck back up the hill to the Landfill. We ogled a lot of things but we didn’t buy anything except coffee because…

There was this whole Montana trip. Our nephew’s friend picked up the GG at about 10 today. The Twinz of Terror and nephew Tim flew outta Daytwa today for Montana. For a week. In a way, I wish *I* could’ve gone with them. Alas. I have lots of stuff to do at work next week and I am going up to the Moominbeach to labor on the Labor Day weekend. That’s a joke, you guys. But I’ll be cooking mostly just for me this week so I won’t need a whole lot of food of any sort…

I am not quite sure why the Planet Ann Arbor mayor and city council think we need more art in the city when we have all of these loverly faaaar hydrants.

One Response to “What’s the story, morning glory…”

  1. Margaret Says:

    That fire hydrant is cool!! Is Daytwa Detroit? How far away is that from you? (for possible future reference)