I am a database kinda gal and I use Facebook as a database. And so, when the GG was snarled in tractor traffic in Iggy this morning, he was wondering if I knew that there was a Mackinac Bridge tractor crossing event today. Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did. A news story had been posted on Facebook. And then there was the whole motorcycle procession our friends of porterization saw going by the park store and later on at the Green Bag Depository. I was puzzled for a few seconds and then, oh yeah, I know what that’s about. It was a funeral procession. I do *not* know the person who died or the exact circumstances surrounding what sounds like a tragic, untimely death but I have enough Facebook friends in Sault Ste. Siberia that various versions of his story have been shared.

I knew where the GG stayed last night and I knew he was coming home today but the only way I had any clue to his whereabouts or safe arrival today were two email messages that I received when he bought gas, first in Iggy (10:40 AM) and then in Ann Arbor (3:43 PM). Okay, he made it home. I am not sure why I even get email alerts when he buys gas. I must have set up such an alert at some point but… why? It’s okay. At least I have some clue as to where he is when he is in a non-texting (or cryptic texting) mood.

Switching into Garbage Woman mode, I was less than thrilled when I lifted the lid on the handy dandy Planet Ann Arbor recycle cart to put something in it and found virus-filled Kleenexes and McDonalds-type coffee cups with little bits of coffee in them. Not recyclable, at least not in that cart. I’m not sure virus-filled Kleenex is EVER recyclable. Can I just say YUCK! Although I have to admit, I was not squeamish about picking the Kleenex out of the cart. After all, my body is in the process of kicking out the same virus that is in the Kleenex.

Finally, if you click and click the pic to embiggen, you might be able to see that Donald is carrying an apple in his mouth.

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