I don’t need no stinkin’ socks.

At least I didn’t need them to walk to the Plum Market this afternoon after we crash landed back on The Planet Ann Arbor after a long, nomadic weekend rattling around in The Great White North. These photos are typical of early-mid March in Sault Ste. Siberia. I was actually wearing sandals when I took these photos but I also had wool socks on.


As I said yesterday, we landed at Houghton Lake last night and we had a wonderful time until I did the dreaded deed of knocking the dregs of a “pepsi” over on to my laptop. Not good and I am headed over to the dreaded Apple Store tomorrow. I am determined to not sweat the small stuff. And that’s what this is… Sigh…


Home on The Planet. The GG is sick with some kind of cold virus that I sure hope I don’t get…


Anyway, it was 61 down here today and I did NOT wear socks over to the Plum this afternoon. And there is no black ice outside my door.

2 Responses to “I don’t need no stinkin’ socks.”

  1. l4827 Says:

    It’s nice to come from 4 foot drifts to 61°.

  2. Margaret Says:

    Lots of snow left but that will soon be gone at those temps. Ouch on the soda in the laptop. Been there.