Drinkin’ ‘hattans & makin’ bacon (and eggs) in the Landfill Chitchen.. and, uh, blahgging

daytwaIf you live on the west side of the Planet Ann Arbor, when you return from a journey, you will exit at Jackson Road and when you approach the dreaded Jackson/N. Maple intersection, you might look up and see the Ann Arbor Muffler sign. That means you are home again, home again, jiggity jig and if you have a problem with one of your old beater vee-hickles, my friend Ivory will take very good care of you at Ann Arbor Muffler. I mean that!

And so. We are home from our whirlwind trip to the most beautiful city of San Francisco. I took that photo of Metro after we landed tonight and miraculously found our beloved Dogha waiting for us in the long-term parking. Was it the 9th floor? [Say it in the annoying voice of a professional nag. You know the kind.] This photo doesn’t show the Metro that I know and love. When I picked up two passengers from the left coast last summer, the vee-hickles were stacked up about five rows deep from the curb (hope that makes sense) and there were Dee-troit cops all over hell and gone, standing outside their flashing vee-hickles blowing whistles. I do not know what was going on. I think we’ve been on “orange” alert for at least five years now, so it can’t have much to do with security, and they were completely ineffectual at directing traffic. So whaddya say to someone who has never flown in to the beautiful Great Lake State before? Uh, welcome to Michigan!!!

Anyway. It was quiet *outside* Metro tonight and busy but not totally nuts inside. Our first flight was delayed this morning but things improved throughout the day, helped by a big tailwind and we actually landed in Day-Twa on time. Home now. Breakfast for dinner and I am amazed that we actually have ‘hattan-making materials here in the house. What milk was left was bad (no surprise) and the garbage disposal was odiferous when I first ran water down it.

San Fran? Stayed in an absolutely gorgeous Victorian hotel/bed & breakfast in the mission district. I could see Lizard Breath’s house from the roof. Lots (and lots and lots and lots) of walking and some touristy type stuff with a twist. More later when I’m done processing…

Love, Kayak Woman. Moom, I’ll call you in the morning!

2 Responses to “Drinkin’ ‘hattans & makin’ bacon (and eggs) in the Landfill Chitchen.. and, uh, blahgging”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Glad you’re home safe and sound. I love the Victorian homes in that area of CA.

  2. Uncly Uncle Says:

    Welcome home. We missed you at the airport by a half hour or so.