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Saturday, July 29th, 2017

I was lazy today compared to some of my relatives here at the moominbeach. I did not do a whole heckuva lot of cleaning today. I dunno, since I have been the only person here all week, there isn’t a whole heckuva lot of cleaning to do, not that we don’t need a deep clean here. I went to Meijer for a few grokkeries, and the recycle center, and then I indulged myself and bought a half sandwich and cup of gumbo at Penny’s Kitchen. Take out. I have been alone here subsisting on leftovers all week and that was all fine but I was ready for something a little different.

One of the things that I DID do was run over one of our pots of impatiens when I was backing out this morning. Jeebus. I wasn’t happy about how I had parked the Ninja two days ago and kept thinking that I needed to reposition it but never got around to it. Today, I was backing out and, well, I’m not sure what I exactly did but Pooh came out to help mitigate the situation and egg is all over my face.

I spent a lot of time down on Bill’s Beach Bank Bench this afternoon. I was reading my current book, “Acceptance”, the third in Jeff Vandermeers’s Area X trilogy. It was a beautiful day.

What marred the day was that our beach community friend Barb died early this morning. Her death isn’t all that tragic. She has been in hospice care for many months now. But we will miss her. She was the adoptive mother of fraternal twins, who were friends of mine and my brother, boy and girl. Her daughter died quite a while back, her son is still alive.

A few memories of Barb… She is the first person who taught me how to swim, when I was four or five. When I got into my first and only auto accident ever, she commiserated with me that she was worried that she would have one too (it was an ice-related accident), and, much much later, when The Commander was in the hoosegow, Barb and I had lunch and whine at Karl’s. I don’t remember who paid but I hope it was meeeee. Such a wonderful person. One of the moominbeach mooms who never turned down a request to watch us kids when we wanted to swim, even if she had to wear a winter jacket to sit on the beach.

Godspeed Barbara. We will miss you!

Ambidextrous

Friday, July 28th, 2017

Mostly when I am telecommuting, I only use the green screen thingy for work. The “blue” screen is on my personal laptop computer. The background photo is from the Ruby Falls cave in Chattanooga TN back in April 2015 when we were heading back up north from Fla. But I can do both Windows and Mac. An operating system is an operating system is an operating system. I have Windows “moments” but I sometimes have Mac “moments” too.

So when I was done working today and ready to sign off for the next two weeks, I sat down on the beach and finished Authority. And then I checked Twitter and, jeebus. Wut? Priebus is faaaaared quit. Somebody else is in. I haven’t processed that yet. Scaramooch’s wife is *divorcing* him over his support for Trump. I wouldn’t divorce the GG over his support for one candidate or another but the GG is more likely to spend his time and energy out in the back woods and not taking a scummy job in Washington.

To Moochie’s wife: You go girl.

Straight Shooter = Nut Case?

Thursday, July 27th, 2017

The good thing about telecommuting from the moominbeach? I get to listen to NPR all day. The bag bad thing about telecommuting from the moombeach? I get to listen to NPR all day.

I am sorry. I have never been a fan of the Trumpian Bombasty. I know some of my friends don’t agree. That’s okay, I just don’t understand… I am absolutely horrified about some of the things that have gone down the last couple of days. I’m not going to go into the whole transgender folks in the military thing except that these are PEOPLE! What the hell? Gender is a continuum. I happen to be comfortable being a woman, the sex I was assigned when I was born. Not everyone feels that way.

That is bad enough but when the new White House communications director makes a statement that someone is sucking their own cock. Whaaaaaa? I’m sorry but can we replace Trump with Mickey Mouse? Please?

We seem to have a persistent northwest wind here at the moomincabin this summer. And not a whole lot of beach. So, at the end of the day, I sat on Bill’s Beach Bank Bench by myself, wearing a polartech jacket, long skirt and smart wool socks.

This is okay as long as I am telecommuting, since it is easier to telecommute when the weather is bad.

Thunderous

Wednesday, July 26th, 2017

I slept downstairs in the back bedroom at the moomincabin last night. I do that when I am alone at the moomincabin. At about 4:00 AM, I heard rumbly thunder. I love rumbly thunder at 4:00 AM. I don’t really love it later when I want to take a beach walk. I took a chance about how close the lightning was and jumped into the shower. And then I faaared up my work laptop and then eventually the storm moved over to the east and here is a gorgeous pic of the backside of the storm.

I was having a wondrous day of work after that and WCMU was playing one of my all-time faves, Scheherazade, and things were calm and cool and beautiful and then a small kerfuffle happened that distracted me for a bit but everything was all right and I got back to work and ate leftovers [again]. I have not driven an automotive vee-hickle since Sunday but I may have to drive the Ninja into Sault Ste. Siberia tomorrow morning but we’ll see what I do.

At the end of the day, Mr. Golden Sun finally came out again and after I ate leftovers for dinner, C*Q*L joined me on Bill’s Birch Point Beach Bank Bench for a while and we talked about life, the universe, and everything (and college, although C*Q*L isn’t quite old enough for college yet, I mean in years, that is).

So here is the sun in the late afternoon and I am still hanging out here. Love y’all, KW!

Boat Breaks

Tuesday, July 25th, 2017

You have heard of coffee breaks? I am taking boat breaks here telecommuting from my family’s beach on the mouth of the upper St. Marys River, looking out into Whitefish Bay.

What is a Boat Break? A Boat Break is when kayakwoman walks down to the beach to watch whatever freighter is going by. How does KW know that a freighter is going by? Via the Marine Traffic iPhone app, of course. That’s the Indiana Harbor going up into Lake Superior in the pic.

My often quiet job was crazy today with I/M and emails and complicated functionality that I had to sort out with various developers and whatever. It was all fun, even including the meeeeeeting that went on forever this afternoon. At about a quarter to five, someone in Ann Arbor asked if we were done. The meeting had gone on for 45 minutes over by that time and we finally ended it.

I had asked, “Can I go down to the beach now?” Laughter ensued but I did go down to the beach and it was very hot down there today. A lot like Long Boat Key in Florida back in April.

Love y’all,
KW

Rhinoseroscrutian

Monday, July 24th, 2017

Have power-washer, will travel? I am telecommuting this week, as I am sure y’all are taaaarred of hearing about. Yeah, KW, you are sooooo cool. Oh, not really. But anyway, I was happily ensconced working in my office away from office, aka the Lyme Lounge when I heard the power washer start up. So here’s the GG washing the moomincabin.

And then he power-washed the grill. If you look carefully you might see C*Q*L in this pic.

At around 3:00, I was evicted from the Lyme Lounge so the GG could powerwash that loverly beastie. I was in a Skype meeting when that happened and my boss laughed when I said I was being evicted 🐸

At the end of the day, we sat down on the bank for probably tooooo long but I think this is a pretty good pic of the GG, don’t you think?

M-I-C… K-E-Y… You know what comes next

Sunday, July 23rd, 2017

We left Houghton Lake around 10 this morning. The Uncly Uncle and The Beautiful Gay were getting ready to head back to Gaylord and Lizard Breath will stay there as long as she wants to. When we left, it was warm and sunny and beautiful and it’s always hard to leave Houghton Lake when it is like that, especially when you are driving north and Gloom and Doom is on the radar screen.

Nevertheless, we had quite a few miles of good driving until a huge gust of wind hit the Ninja during a rain storm maybe 10 miles south of the Big Mac bridge. I slowed down to about 60 (speed limit 75) immediately and totally lost the GG, who was traveling ahead of me in the Frog Hopper.

We eventually reunited in the St. Ignace Family Fare grokkery store parking lot, a pre-arranged stop. As often happens, the Big Mac was relatively calm. At Family Fare I had to put on my rain jacket to get inside. For reasons I cannot explain, my rain jacket was in the passenger seat next to me. I bet the GG was surprised that I had that much foresight to have a rain jacket within easy reach *in* my car but it wasn’t foresight, it was a total accident.

After we got grokkeries (the GG gets breakfast stuff and I get everything else, which is efficient), we discussed whether or not to eat lunch in Iggy. We didn’t but then (after a torrential rainstorm between Iggy and Rudyard), we were driving thru Brimley and the GG signaled a right turn at Lazy Bob’s Jack’s Grub and Pub. As I followed him into the parking lot, none other than The Grinch (my cousin) was walking into Jack’s! So we ate lunch with my cousin and one of his co-workers. What a cool coincidence and a wonderful welcome back to the moominbeach!

It was still raining cats and dogs when we got here so schlepping all of our stuff into the moomincabin wasn’t as easy as it often is but it isn’t the first time I’ve unloaded in the rain here so been there done that. So, there’s a lot of rain here but maybe that will be good for the blueberry crop?

And to anyone who tries to decide if it is a beach day or not, EVERY DAY is a beach day. From the moomincabin picture window.

And from the bank at the top of the beach.

This is my second post today. Please read my first one about our manatee friend’s death.

Love y’all, KW

I neeeeeed a manatee emoji

Sunday, July 23rd, 2017

I have another post for today (yes, you get a two-fer, you’re welcome) but Snooty deserves his own post. Snooty was our manatee friend down in Florida, a state I love to death albeit in small doses. He died in an accident two days after his 69th birthday.

We met Snooty umpteen bazillion years ago when we were visiting Grandma Sally and Grandpa Garth in Bradenton and took the beach urchins to the South Florida Museum for a morning of kid activities and a visit to Snooty’s aquarium. Back in those days, Snooty’s aquarium was very accessible to the public and you could get up close and personal with him (and smell his horrendously awful breath). The beach urchins fell head over heels in love with Snooty and even named an Easter egg after him a few weeks after that trip. They were heartbroken when the GG gave “Snooty” (the egg) away (or something, I can’t exactly remember what happened).

In 2015 the GG and I returned to Florida for the first time since that visit (that is, it was *my* first time in Fla since then, the GG went down there multiple times to deal with parental end-of-life stuff). I made sure Snooty was on our itinerary and somehow we arrived in Bradenton just before his feeding time. A minor skirmish erupted when the GG realized that each of us had to purchase a $19 museum ticket in order to visit Snooty’s aquarium but I am a strong blonde woman who CANNOT be intimidated and I won that battle hands down. This time Snooty had a new state-of-the-art aquarium in which he was separated from close contact with the public. There was also another, smaller manatee in his aquarium because the museum now runs a manatee rehab operation, getting injured manatees ready for return to their natural habitat.

Even though I couldn’t get up close and personal with Snooty (and smell his horrendously awful breath), I got what photos I could get, including this one, and I cannot describe my emotional state as I texted those pictures to the beach urchins. We went to Florida again last spring (2017) and although it crossed my mind to go and visit Snooty again, for various reasons it didn’t happen.

God speed Snooty. You are loved.

Watching the Bob and Bill show…

Saturday, July 22nd, 2017

Driving tandem (aka two vee-hickles on the freeway) can be comforting but it can also be difficult. It was the worst south of West Branch with construction and low visibility due to rain. I was going the speed limit (60 for the construction) and was totally annoyed that people were passing me at 70 or whatever. We got to Houghton Lake and The Beautiful Gay made breakfast, which we *neeeeeeeded*.

And then the Twinz of Terror pulled everything out of the garage, got rid of *some* of it, power-washed some of it and put the rest back in. Most of us watched.

The Twinz of Terror did not get rid of any of the gas cans.

They hauled out one of the old refrigerators from the original Cfam cabin.

Here it is out by the road waiting for a new owner.

All of the years I visited the moldy old cabin, this sticker was on the little refrigerator. (There were two.)

At the end of the day, we made a trip across the lake on the Pontoon Bote…

…to the grocery store.

On the edge of the art fair

Friday, July 21st, 2017

No I did not go to the art fair. Not exactly, that is. I walked downtown to the Oscar Tango, which is on the edge of the art fair. I do that just about every Friday night that we’re on The Planet Ann Arbor though, no matter what is going on downtown. The GG gets down there early and gets a seat so we don’t have to scramble for one. He was down there at something like 4:00 this afternoon, which was probably waaaaay earlier than he needed to be there but he was reading some Russion (Russion? Okay, you know I meant to type Russian, roight? Note that I do NOT mind when people correct my spelling 🐽!) revolution book or whatever so he was fine. Anyway, I walked downtown in 86 degrees (which is really not all that bad) and when I got there, the seats across the booth from us were reclaimed in the cause of global porterization. Last week, some long time Haisley Mafia friends usurped those seats. If you want to lollygag around in the yooperland, you might lose your seat, roight? 🙃

We took the bus home. I don’t want to blast outta here at 0-skunk-30 tomorrow but I wanta be out prob’ly between 7 and 8 so I wanted to conserve a bit of energy. We took the 32-whatever. We didn’t ride it all the way out to Skyline and the park-and-ride. We got off somewhere on Miller and cut through the neighborhood and schoolyard to get home. To get to the bus, we had to traverse a block or so of the art fair. I did not look at one single booth. My single-minded goal was to get to the bus and we made it with minutes to spare and we are home and poised for northward travel tomorrow.

Sitting out in the back yard for a bit, enjoying this last summertime night (for a while) on The Planet Ann Arbor.

G’night again, KW

Practicing art fair avoidance

Thursday, July 20th, 2017

Once again the Ann Arbor Art Fair has taken over our lovely garden planet. Note to art fair nitpickers. I KNOW that the art fair is really four art fairs or whatever. I don’t feel like using 500 words to explain that, so get a life 🐽

My opinion about the art fair is pretty much the same as my opinion about uMich football games. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that they happen in our town and I love the ambience when they are here. But. I so love that I can participate in them at whatever level I decide I want to, meaning I can sit over here at the Landfill and love that other people are enjoying these events without my participation.

Back in the Jurassic Age of my life in this city and even before I lived here, I loved to hang out at the art fair. I walked all over downtown salivating at all of the stuff I couldn’t afford to buy. Nowadays I really couldn’t be bothered. My financial situation has improved a lot but there is still a lot of stuff I can’t afford. But, after 10 years or so of on-and-off flinging, when I encounter an intriguing artifact at the art fair(s), the initial rush of “I want that” is followed quickly by a more pragmatic “where would I put it?”.

When I got home from work today, I did some chores and then we walked over to Knight’s Steakhouse for dinner. It was practically empty for Knight’s. Usually there are people overflowing into the vestibule and outdoors. We ran into the same old friends we had dinner with at the Oscar Tango last Friday. Substitute porterization friends. And then we made some new friends at the table next to us and there was even a Hillary Clinton look-alike at the table behind us. Knight’s is always so much fun.

We walked from Knight’s over to our fave Plum Market for orange juice and crackers and a Carolina chicken wrap for me to take for lunch tomorrow, since we have NO FOOD here at the Landfill, which is a good thing at this point in time, except that I need SOMETHING for lunch tomorrow so I don’t have to eat my arm. I kind of thought I would have leftovers from the salmon I ate tonight but I managed to clean my plate for once.

Watching faaaaarflies.

Love y’all and g’night,
KW

Dum dum dah dah…

Wednesday, July 19th, 2017

It is a hot kinda swampy day down here on the Planet Ann Arbor. It is art fair week so whaddya expect? The Art Fair(s) actually do not start until tomorrow morning but all of the streets downtown closed this morning. It’s okay. The art fair(s) are like the UMich football games. I love the ambience of having that stuff in town but I am glad I can manage to avoid the traffic.

My Ninja’s A/C is still not fixed but it does kick in after mile or so of driving. It has to do with some kind of “clutch” but not the one that I use to shit shift the gears with. Sigh.

As I was working today, folks were babbling and I was ignoring it all until I heard Mr. Luv say “Donald Duck”. I said something about that to cube neighbor Nik and she asked if my husband did a Donald Duck voice or whatever. My response was that the GG does a lot of weird interesting stuff but he does not do Donald Duck. And we gnoffed and gnoffed.

I don’t ever really know what The Pensioner is gonna do on any given day while I’m at work.

Nik and I kind of sneaked out at the same time (it was that kind of day) and when I got home and walked into the house, it smelled like gasoline! What! So here he is “exercising” our generator. Even though we don’t need it right now because the power is on here at the Landfill.

Full service dog park

Tuesday, July 18th, 2017

This is the entrance to the woods behind my house. If you have a dog and want to walk it in our woods, there will be water if your dog needs it and a place to put the poop. Usually there are garbage bags stuck into the fence too. Grocery-style bags to put poop into and big trash bags to line the trash can. I suspect that my neighbors are responsible for this. I love my neighbors and I think this stuff is great and I’m glad people are buying in to it.

I’ve lived here for a long time and I have been walking the small trail through the woods for all that time. I’m not sure people have to be micro-managing dog poop in the woods. In all the time I’ve walked through the woods, I have never noticed any kind of poop on the trail. Dog, wildlife, or human. I will bet dollars that any dog that has to poop while being walked in the woods goes off trail to do it. Raccoons and opossums and groundhogs and skunks and things probably stay as far away from the trail as possible.

I like dogs but I have NEVER owned a dog in my adult life. I am a one-dog woman and that dog left the building when I was 19*. But I have walked my late brother’s dogs Ernie and Alfred (Alfred is dead) in the woods and I have walked the UU’s dog Bandit (also dead) over there. I didn’t take baggies with me any of those times. I let the dogs run, as people do nowadays. Well, Bandit didn’t really run very fast by that time but you get the idea.

I get that dog poop needs to get picked up on sidewalks and people’s lawns. Yuck! But I don’t see a need for that in a woods, no matter how small. But my young neighbors are obviously working together to make this place even better than it already is and I cannot complain.

* I was leaving the cabin for my sophomore year of college. I was driving my grandparents’ old Ford Fairlane (they were dead) but I only had that vee-hickle for a week (until Labor Day). I was about to drive out of the parking lot between the moomincabin and the Old Cabin when my parents brought my dog Tigger out to meet me. They said, “Say good-bye to your dog.” When I got back up there for Labor Day, Tigger was gone. She was 13 years old and failing. It sounds awful but I was really okay about it. But I have never owned another dog and neither did my parents.

Annihilation blah blah blah

Monday, July 17th, 2017

Oh. My. Whatever. I am listening to something on NPR about bosses who micro-manage their employees. This one poor woman went to the BATHROOM and her I/M status thingy turned from green (I’m available) to yellow (I’m away) in the TWO MINUTES she was gone and when she got back, her boss was standing by her cube asking why she wasn’t working. I do not have that problem, thank you very much. I can roll in and out of work whenever I want and telecommute when I need / want to (AS LONG AS I GET MY JOB DONE!). I don’t abuse those privileges. I stick pretty close to banker’s hours and only telecommute when there is more snow than I want to drive in or when I want to hang out in the yooperland. If I had somebody watching how much time I spent in the bathroom, I would QUIT PRONTO! Not that I ever spend much time in the bathroom. When you grow up using an outhouse, you don’t tend to linger about doing your business.

But this is a book blahg, I think. I can’t remember what books I last book-blahgged about so maybe I am repeating myself. Lemme see. The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane (Lisa See)? Did not want it to end. Rich story about folks in a different (but earthly) culture. I got a little bored when the author geeked out about tea esoterica but that did not in any way, shape, or form, ruin the book for me. For a long time in my life, I could geek out about flute esoterica. I understand.

I dived into Parable of the Sower (Octavia Butler) after that. I loved that book too despite the violence. Dystopian California, people walking north on the freeways and a “recreational” drug that makes people want to set faaaars. That is all I will say.

I will read more of Octavia Butler’s series but I needed a bit of a palate cleanser after that one. I read The Red Tent MANY years ago. My beach urchins were (I’m thinking) high school and middle school at the time (I think Liz maybe could drive?) and I was working for YAG, which meant I worked when there was a play happening (and nobody EVER cared how long I was in the bathroom). Anyway, I was home with teenagers one afternoon and I was engrossed in the Red Tent and some sort of a FIGHT happened and I got so angry I grabbed my car keys and peeled outta the driveway in the POC. I know better than to drive mad though so after that little driveway squeal, I took a slow ride around the neighborhood and calmed down. I can’t remember what the fight was about. Froggy probably started it.

Anyway, Boston Girl, a little book by the Red Tent author (Anita Diamant) flew by somewhere on the internet and I grabbed it. It was a much “smaller” book than The Red Tent. That was a little disappointing but I did like the story as well as the protagonist’s outlook on life.

And then, I tackled Annihilation (Jeff VanderMeer). A Christmas ago or so, one of the beach urchins was carrying that book around. I asked about it and she thought I might not like it all that well. I read Station 11 (Emily St. John Mandel) instead, which I could not put down! I forgot about Annihilation until I was driving up to Houghton Lake in the spring and they interviewed Jeff about his book Borne, which I read and became entranced with and then I tackled Annihilation. And. Could. Not. Put. It. Down. When I finished it, I immediately downloaded the next book in the series (Authority). I’m not sure if I can articulate why I needed a palate cleanser between Octavia Butler’s first and second books but not Jeff VanderMeer’s books. If I figger it out enough to write about it, I’ll letcha know.

Visiting the Bathroom now. If my status turns from green to yellow, don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.

Penultimate big *ss

Sunday, July 16th, 2017

I had been mulling over the idea of walking over to HOMES for some mid-afternoon Sunday decadence but I bagged it.

Today was a day of pickety little chores instead. Lemme see…

Going through the refrigerator and freezer and cupboards and getting rid of anything that was past date or I couldn’t remember what it was (freezer) or had a moth in it. I found one moth. I had a couple boxes of lasagne noodles hanging around. Each of them had 2-3 noodles in it. One of them had a moth. I dumped the contents of both in the compost, recycled the boxes, and MOVED ON! I dumped a couple of unlabeled baggies of tomato-based “sauce” from the freezer. It was homemade sauce and I *think* it was BBQ sauce but I could not tell you for sure. It’s been in there for eons. Down the garbage disposal and MOVE ON!

I was ruthless about throwing old food out. When I get back from the yooperland, I do NOT want to have a SMELL! Two years ago, there was a SMELL! There was moldy old coffee in the coffee maker underneath the cupboard and I thought it was that at first. I got rid of the coffee and cleaned the coffee-maker within an inch of its life. The SMELL persisted. Eventually… I figured out that a box of chicken broth in the cupboard had LEAKED! What a mess! The GG ended up SANDING the cupboard shelf to try to get rid of the SMELL. It is long gone now. I do NOT want a mess ANYWHERE when I get back from the yooperland.

And then I sorted various baggies and other containers of coins. Yes coins. I was after quarters. I think I came up with enough quarters to do at least one load of laundry at the Lockview Up North laundromat in Sault Ste. Siberia. Look out Siberia. Yer fav-o-rite washerwoman is about to take over! I cannot believe how many strands of hair (mine, I think) I pulled out of all those baggies/containers of coins. Yuck!

Well, and then, there was the big *ss fan prodject. I did not know that we needed (wanted?) a ceiling fan in the back room. I was dragged out to Lowe’s against my will yesterday to look at fans. This was probably a good thing because there are soooo many rococo fans out there with fancy lamps and gewgaws and whatever. But do you know how hard it is to pick out a fan when you have to look up at the ceiling to do it? They had a dizzying array of fans up there and then just try to find a box that contains the fan you’ve chosen. Oy.

I was able to pick out a relatively PLAIN, non-rococo fan, without lots of decoration or a light (or lights). And then I was ready to go. Except OF COURSE we had to go through the lucky-shuckial aisle to look for oh, I dunno, cables and crap. I HATE looking at the lucky-shuckial stuff.

In the end, the fan project was cool. Any prodject that keeps The Pensioner busy and out of his wife’s hair is a good one. And now our Mouse is here for what seems to be turning in to a trend. Sunday Chicken on the grill.

Wildlife

Saturday, July 15th, 2017

The GG found this little abandoned nest in the street on our walk downtown to the Grizzly Peak for lunch. Again, our fave bar gal Janel was not there but Katie took good care of us. I was kind of concerned when the GG walked in to the Griz and put the bird nest right on the bar that it might not be an appropriate place to put organic material, but Katie and everyone else was excited about it so I guess it was okay.

On the way downtown, a cute little catsy was walking up the street toward us proud as punch about the dead chipmunk in its mouth. Someone got a wonderful “gift” today.

I am savoring this beautiful midsummer weekend on The Planet Ann Arbor. We will decamp to the Yooperland next Saturday for a few weeks. As much as I want to go north, I will miss our beautiful Garden Planet Ann Arbor.

Replacement porterization

Friday, July 14th, 2017

The last couple of times we have met for dinner down at the Oscar Tango, we have expected to spend a nice, quiet un-porterized evening. And both of those times, we were startled to look up and see team porter standing right next to our table! Tonight we knew for certain that Marquette was porterized and Paulding will be porterized soon enough. Look out Paulding!

Wouldn’t you know it, we ended up having dinner with some old Haisley Mafia friends, parents of one of Mouse’s BFFs (Lairi the Rake), who *randomly* showed up at the OT. There’s no way to “-ize” their name in any way that would not make it recognizable. Let’s just say that it was a welcome surprise. We’ve been teasing each other about getting together at Knight’s for a while now and that never happens because we are out of town or they are out of town, yada yada yada. Lots of fun, especially when the whole Civic Theatre table sang a round of la Marseillaise. They hit some rough spots where most people (including the GG who was trying to sing along) sorta hummed the words but that made it all the better.

The old car show that I thought was happening last weekend actually happened this weekend. I have seen enough old car shows in my life (not to mention old airplane shows) to last me forever and I was ready to go home. The GG of course wanted to walk through the show. Fortunately I was saved when we ran into one of *Lizard Breath’s* BFF’s parents (Shuggy), who were about to walk back to their house, which is around the corner from ours. We decided to walk together. It sure made the long slog up the “hill” seem shorter.

Not even to mention that we had breakfast with npJane, her nephew (my 1st cousin once removed), and his lovely GF. So it has been a more social day than usual around here. And oh yes, Howard Cooper Germain Honda decided that my cute li’l Ninja did NOT need a new A/C compressor. It just needed to be re-a-charged. Or something. I don’t quite understand it all. I just hope it is fixed. Some people around here are trying to gaslight me into thinking that the hot air blowing into my face with the A/C turned to MAX was a normal phenomenon but I am a Strong Blonde Woman and CANNOT be intimidated!

P.S. The Engineer’s fav-o-rite riddle when he was a little boy: “Why do bees hum?” “Because they don’t know the words.”

Shorter and sweeter? Oh not so much but it ended well

Thursday, July 13th, 2017

One of those mornings. Storms rolled through again around the time I normally get up and walk. As it turned out, I could’ve done my usual walk but I didn’t know that when I looked at the weather report so I did my usual morning chores instead… And found that the dishwasher did not adequately dispense its pellet of soap and so the dishes were not clean. I think this was operator error (don’t ask) and I ran it again this morning and everything was okay when I got home this afternoon, except that I had to unload the dern dishwasher plus deal with a bunch of other dishioshios.

My journey home was a bit longer than usual (but not that much so I was surprised that the GG noticed it). Before I left work, I checked the I94 18-Wheel Clogway and it was Orange going my way so I took the back surface roads. That was all fine and the traffic was light although I think I think I dodged a bullet on N. Maple, which was where all of the cops and eventually an ambulance headed to an accident. I got through the Dexter/Maple intersection just after the cops got there and before the ambulance, although I could see the ambulance in my rear view mirror as I (whew) turned off N. Maple onto my little neighborhood street.

The Pensioner tried to diagnose the Ninja’s A/C problem with his Zombie Detector. He went on to buy a cheep auto parts type store “kit” to “recharge” the A/C or whatever. I was skeptical. I thought this would end up being an expensive A/C repair and, since we now have an appointment over at the Honda dealer tomorrow, I expect it will be. It’s okay. It is a 9-year-old vee-hickle and we have had zero (knock on wood) problems with it ever.

Just to note that the GG is not an idiot when it comes to automotive vee-hickles. He put himself through college working summers at the Hamtramck assembly plant. I have known him to take a car apart and put it back together. I am glad he didn’t try to do that tonight.

Blaaaaahhhhhg….

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017

Yeah, I don’t have much today. Today’s after-work chitchen crap…

1) GET THE NINJA IN TO FIX THE A/C. Fortunately this was shorter and sweeter than I may have made it sound. Knock on wood.

2) Finding pitchers of our 2014 chitchen reno to find where waaaars and lucky-shuckial stuff used to go. It’s long gone now and my attitude about all of it is something like c’est la vie. If you want to put a fan in the back room, maybe you need to hire some decent folks to do it. And while we’re at it, maybe we should just hire Certified Kitchen Lady to help us re-do the whole back room.

3) A complicated vaxxing convo that I do not want to try to repeat. Although I am a bit uncomfortable about the NUMBER of vaccines recommended nowadays, I am NOT an anti-vaxxer in any way shape or form. Neither is the GG and I won’t talk about what he was trying to say but it involves the government and waivers and his experience with all of that stuff as a co-op nursery school president long ago.

I’m not going to go into vax or anti-vax stuff too much tonight but I do know that people who have witnessed what polio can do are thankful for the polio vaccine.

I was born in 1954 with the specter of polio over my head. From a very wee bit of loose wiki-type research, apparently I didn’t get my polio vaccine until 1955 or so. But I did get it as soon as it was available because polio scared the crap out of my parents back in the early 1950s.

Before I was born, The Commander worked in downtown Sault Ste. Siberia at Monkey Wards. She worked for a man with three young children. All three of his children came down with polio. The kids recovered (they went to my high school, older than me) and the man’s wife came in to the store cheerfully reporting that all of her children had recovered without complications. The Commander’s next sentence was, “The next day she was dead.” Yes, the mother of those children got sick later that day and died of polio.

A boy I knew (via my parents) who was born the same year that I was survived a bout with polio but wore a great big metal brace on one (or both?) of his legs. To help him walk, I guess.

A brace? I was born with a foot that turned a little bit inward. It’s a *thing* but I don’t feel like looking it up right now. I wore what The Commander always called a “brace” when I was a baby. By the time she told me about the “brace” I had long outgrown it and didn’t remember it and I could only imagine I had worn something like the big metal brace the boy with polio wore. As it turns out, after looking at photos of me as an infant, it was a soft kind of extra sock-like thing.

The GG is over at Nicola’s listening to an author talk about his book about John Norman Collins, a serial killer here in these parts long before I lived here. I read a lot about Collins in the news when he was active down here and I am not sure I want to read the book or hear what the author has to say.

You’ve heard of the “love train” but I bet you’ve never seen a Fish Train 👀

Tuesday, July 11th, 2017

Other than that, probably “Being a crabby b*tch is part of my charm” is the theme of the day.

So there was the work meeting during which I channeled the LSCHP, who is vacaying or whatever this week. Wherever is, he is not around to sit on people and I couldn’t get in to his office to retrieve his battle axe. (Note to self: obtain nerf battle axe. Soon!)

And then… … … It is in the upper 80s today. That’s okay. I can deal with those temps just fine. Except that when I faaarrred up the Ninja after work and turned on the A/C to the MAX setting, HOT AIR blew out at me. HOT AIR blew out at me for 1.5 miles. Just as I was getting onto the ramp to the I94 18-wheel Slogway, I felt a wee bit of cool. It worked the rest of the way home but I feel a failure mode coming on. I will be in the yooperland for a few weeks coming up and I do not want to be stuck in the yooperland with broken A/C since there is no Honda dealer on the American side and I do not particularly want to run the gauntlet into Cananananada. Better to get it done at Howard Cooper Germain down here on The Planet and be done with it.

But then…

<polly-tickle-rant-read-if-you-dare>Please please please stop with the Hillary Clinton stuff (you know who you are). My dislike of Trump and his entourage has nothing to do with the fact that Hillary lost the election except well, if she HADN’T lost the election I wouldn’t have to think about Trump (and his entourage). But GET REAL! Yes, I voted for Hillary. I SUPPORTED Hillary. I supported Hillary so I could get some swag to counteract the Trump swag that a certain Prankster (you know who you are) stuck onto the Lyme Lounge (no the GG was not the prankster). Did I think that Hillary was the best candidate for president? No, I did not. I voted for her because I thought she was the only candidate who could beat Trump. The election has been over for months now and although I lament that Mr. Trump won, I do not lament Hillary’s loss. SO STOP TRYING TO TELL ME IT’S ALL ABOUT HILLARY. THAT IS NOT TRUE. I will not fall for that sh*t and I do not want to hear about it again. GOT IT? Okay.</polly-tickle-rant-read-if-you-dare>

Seriously, I would prefer Mickey Mouse in the White House to who is in there now.

But let’s chill a bit with The O’Jays and Love Train, since I don’t think it would be all that comfortable to ride in a fish train.

Don’t worry. It’s all good. Just had to let off a bit of steam! I will survive the Trumpian Bombasty albeit with permanently rolled eyes and clenched teeth.