I woke up a few times during last night. I woke up when the cousins bunking next door got up to make coffee for their trip down to DayTwa Metro for an afternoon (I think) flight. They did not *wake* me up, I woke myself up. I dozed a bit, then woke up again in time to see them drive out at 4:30. I beeped a master salute (lake freighter language) to them in my head.

They texted from Metro to say they had arrived safely and their flight seemed to be on time. They took a planned side trip to Belle Isle to see the aquariums. Belle Isle was a favorite place of mine when I was a child as I went there many times with my parents and Detroit grandparents, Granddaddy and Bolette, who lived in a cool little art deco house (9975 Mark Twain Street). I love(d) the aquariums but my favorite thing on the isle is probably the periscope in the Dossin bote museum. The aquariums were the right choice for these young children, who may not understand the periscope and to whom the rest of the bote museum would likely be pretty damn boring🐽

I woke up a third time hearing a dad-blasted beeping alarm of some sort. It wasn’t inside the cabin and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was or where it was coming from. In the morning, when the GG stumbled a bit haggardly up the moomindeck steps, he solved the mystery by reporting that the Lyme Lounge SMOKE ALARM went off in the middle of the night because of HUMIDITY!!!

The rest of the morning was occupied by the stress of waiting for our own adult children to pack and depart. I tend to kind of cocoon into myself, staying outta the fray and not wanting to hover like my poor mother used to do when I was packing. Her hovering was to make sure we didn’t forget anything. Unfortunately, it interrupted my focus and that’s when I would forget things😵‍💫 Eventually, I devised a strategy of handing her a grocery bag to collect things that might be causing her stress.

The GG does a kind of different thing from both me and The Commander. He doesn’t cocoon and he doesn’t [exactly] hover. Instead he fidgets and jumps around a bit randomly making everyone a little crazy. I usually settle down after they leave but I am always greatly relieved when they text their safe arrival home on The Planet Ann Arbor and thereabouts. Texting is so handy. I used to have to remember to call The Commander on the Landfill land line to let her know we were home although I eventually farmed that task out to the beach urchins.

So we are alone again and it is a mixed bag because it’s quiet again but it sure was fun having a party here every night. The moomincabin is in between the Old Cabin and the cousins’ cabin where our left coast guests were bunking so it was a convenient gathering place especially when it was warm enough to hang on the deck and it usually was.

I didn’t personally put the leftovers away last night so I had a moment of panic when I couldn’t immediately find any leftover steak and friends because that was kinda what I was planning for tonight. We had a lot of steak but we also had a lot of guests. Could we really have eaten it all? Nope. There is some left and it’s gonna go into the oven to warm as soon as I transfer it to an oven safe container.

Miss all the folks who have left us and continued safe travels to those flying to the PacNW.

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