Haisley Mafia
We used to be the Haisley Mafia. The volunteer moms who kept the trains running on time at the neighborhood elementary school. And yes of *course* there were volunteer dads too! But today, I met up with two of my best friends from those days and they are both female. Make no mistake! It is not parent volunteers who make the school trains run on time. I think we have a role in the schools but it is the teachers and their support staff who do the dirty work.
I met up with The Beautiful Jane when Lizard Breath went to kindergarten. Actually, the GG met her first, the summer before kindergarten. I worked evenings in those days and the GG took the beach urchins to West Park for a band concert. Four-year-old Lizard Breath made a plan to Make a Friend! And so she did. It was TBJ’s daughter and they ended up in the same kindergarten class. I think they are still friends although during their years on The Planet Ann Arbor, they went on to different schools and social circles. I do not see TBJ a whole lot any more and I will see her even less when she moves out to the left coast in a month or so. But she is still my friend.
The Beautiful Vicki? Sheesh! Before I got to know her I always figured she was waaayyyy outta my league. One of those over-the-top people that just had to have been a cheerleader in high school. Not, but we won’t go into that. I forget exactly when we started being friends. Her children are others-who-are-not-girls, so it wasn’t our kids who got us together. Oh, no. There have been a few people in my life who have seen something in me that I do not see and have kept after me to be friends. She is one of them and so we are still friends. I remember the days when we dropped our kids off at school and walked all over town. We ran the HUGE middle school science fair together for a few years. I remember the weekend she painted her living room royal purple while her husband and kids were off on a boy scout camping trip. Yes, really.
Moving s-l-o-w-l-y back into the Landfill Chitchen. I have been without Gertrude for approximately three weeks. You’d think I might still know how to use her. Not exactly but at least I didn’t burn the damn house down. Trying to figger out how to use the new space. What should I put where? What should I get rid of? I am reeeallly not wanting to put my old microwave back in. Today the digital display is doing a funky kind of flickering. I think it’s a sign. I only use that microwave to heat small containers of things up anymore. Maybe it’s time to choose a smaller one. Maybe a white one. To go with the new chitchen, of course.
The photooo? That was what was out there this morning. I wavered a bit about footwear. Boots with Yaktrax? Or Keen sandals. I went with the Keens and it was okay. There were intermittently slippery spots but the ground has warmed up enough that glare ice didn’t form. But still. F-word anybody about the weather? Even though this is not really abnormal for the Great Lake State… Really, it’s not.
April 15th, 2014 at 9:26 pm
You could just go microwave-less! I basically use one never (despite that one was apparently the first gift I ever gifted).
April 15th, 2014 at 10:55 pm
Bah on the white stuff! I couldn’t get by without a microwave, but a smaller white one might be nice. Go with your feelings on this.
April 16th, 2014 at 5:07 am
I use my microwave all the time to heat my coffee-milk (I really have milk w/coffee) and leftovers. I rarely “cook” with it, other than veggies very occasionally. It’s the best for melting chocolate (sloooowly), but I don’t bake very often.
April 16th, 2014 at 7:40 am
I have my microwave in the basement, and it’s been there, unplugged snce i moved in. I don’t have any counter space to spare, and have lived pretty well without it, but can plug it in if I do end up needing it.
April 16th, 2014 at 9:05 am
F-word for weather? Fine, fickle, fairylike flakes falling freely — four/fifteen/fourteen.
April 16th, 2014 at 9:51 am
F-word for Michigan U.P.weather?
Fed up with flawed flakes frigidly falling forever.
April 16th, 2014 at 8:29 pm
We like the snow. It made the record!