Elwood’s Emporium

First of all, we are at the Houghton Lake Group Home again. Yes, we were just here last weekend. I bored y’all with photooos at least a couple days last week. The plan for *this* weekend is actually to head to the yooperland. I got up this morning absolutely dreading the trip. I don’t mean that I dread going to the yooperland (again}, just that I was looking at a very very very looonnnnnngggg day and I could not see through to the end of it. Working all day, then driving home at rush hour, then driving up the I75 SUV Speedway through rush hour traffic plus another four hours. We have been back and forth to the yooperland more times than I can count in the last year and 4-5 of those trips were emergency trips.

I did away with the drive home by making the executive decision to work from home this afternoon. That way I would be pretty much ready to walk out the door when the GG got home. It’s a lot easier to hit the freeway heading north from the Landfill, which is on the northwest side of the Planet, than from my work which is way down south.

I then gave myself permission to make the decision about how far to drive tonight after we got on the road (I had the GG’s blessing). About halfway to Houghton Lake, I decided I wanted to stop at the Group Home for the night. I was done. I didn’t want to get up to the yooperland at nine o’clock or whenever. Getting up there tonight would’ve given us a few more hours of work time tomorrow but I needed to stop and because there was no reason we absolutely *needed* to get up there tonight (like to get to the hoosegow), we stopped. It is gorgeous here this evening and we will be able to relax, get to bed early (if we don’t get sucked in to some old Eddie Murphy movie like we did last weekend). And we’ll get done whatever we get done this weekend.

Elwood’s Emporium? I have two enduring memories of Elwood’s Emporium. One is of me and a co-worker encountering our boss Byron in Elwood’s Emporium wearing Blue’s Brothers style sunglasses. Honest to god, we spent about the next half hour doubled over in laughter. Why was that so funny? I dunno. We were so young and gay back then. The second memory is the day the ambulance arrived to pick Elwood up. His last words (that I know of) were, “I feel a little woozy”. Very sad. According to the GG, That Darn EPA has a fancier cafe these days.

I was on my high horse yesterday. Apologies to anyone who got caught in the crossfire (you know who you are)! I listened to NPR all the way up and it is on as I write this. <wink>

3 Responses to “Elwood’s Emporium”

  1. Margaret Says:

    GO NPR!!! I like that you stopped and “smelled the roses” instead of pushing on. Hope you got to relax and get some sleep. 🙂

  2. jane Says:

    so sad that I’m not up north this weekend. hope you have great weather and a beer on the beach!

  3. Uncly Uncle Says:

    You can only take so much NPR. National Democrat Radio, second only to bowel Move On.Org.