2022

Saturday, December 31, 2022

New Year's Eve is a day of transition from 2022 to 2023. And perhaps a time to reflect. What follows are just a few of my thoughts...

Covid has become a part of my life, just like the flu and other viruses. I continue to mask up in crowded situations and avoid contact with obviously sick people, but I am fully aware that I can't control the world around me.

I visited three very different geographical locations in 2022: Richmond, VA, Atlantic City, NC, and Tucson, AZ. Despite their differences, the one thing they share is a rich sense of history, a reminder to me that there is much to be learned from not only our nation's past mistakes but also its achievements.

Travel to Chicago to see Sean, Rose, and Porter was a large part of my life this past year. And that will continue to be true in 2023 and beyond. This year Porter has grown from a tiny 9 month old baby to a tiny 21 month old toddler with a mind of her own. And I feel fortunate every day that I am a part of her life.

Michael and I celebrated 50 years of marriage in June. After a lovely dinner with family at the Chop House in Ann Arbor, we spent a few days in the Saugatuck/Douglas area visiting our favorite restaurants and beaches. I think about all our shared experiences over the years and marvel at all the places I've been and the things I have done with this incredible and talented man. Love, love, love...

This year's book, at midnight turns to a footnote in the next... This somewhat boring yet appropriate quote is from someone named Terri Guillemets, who apparently is a quotation anthologist from Phoenix, AZ, that has been collecting quotes since age thirteen.

And a postscript - Sean, Rose, and Porter returned to Chicago today. Our house feels empty without them.

Thursday, December 29, 2022

After a miserable seven hour drive from Chicago on Saturday (Sean's words, not mine), Sean, Rose, and Porter arrived safely in Ann Arbor. And combinations of the words winter storm, lake effect, and white knuckle driving were bantered about. I am pretty certain, anyone who has made the drive through northern Indiana and the west coast of Michigan knows how perilous it can be during a snow and/or ice event.

Christmas morning started with a small feast of french toast, eggs, and sausage. After breakfast, we opened gifts, something Porter, especially, seemed to enjoy. She stopped to play with each toy as it was unwrapped. And yes, grandma and grandpa just looked on and smiled indulgently. Later, Butch, April, Donna, and Elizabeth joined us for a spaghetti dinner. Desserts were provided by April and Elizabeth. And I thought to myself how nice it was to be surrounded by family.

Sean and Rose have spent this week catching up with old friends, many that Sean went to high school with. This has given Michael and me a lot of time with Porter in their absence. She is also sleeping across the hall from us so we hear her first and have been getting up with her in the morning. I like that we each have different strengths - I am really good at comforting her, especially when she is not feeling well. And it turns out Michael's talent is putting her to bed. I believe she senses that all she has to do is fuss and I'll pick her back up. And she is right.

They leave on Saturday and will be well missed. And given that Saturday is also New Year's Eve, I only have a few days to come up with an appropriate end-of-year quote.

Thursday, December 22, 2022

Michael's frustration level rose this morning when his snowblower failed to work after months of sitting in our garage. This is not good news as 8-10 inches of snow is predicted overnight. And to add to his stress, this afternoon I discovered our basement bathroom tub is not draining well. Fortunately, we have another tub on the main level if needed. All this reminded me of a quote by Hondo on SWAT that caught my attention. Sometimes, a bad day is just a bad day.

Lines at both Kroger and Meijer were long this morning as people shopped in anticipation of the storm. In addition to food items, I saw a lot of bags of salt and other storm related supplies in people's carts. I am pretty well set on ingredients for the meals I've planned for the holidays. I caught up on laundry today and plan to prep a few meals and clean tomorrow. Fingers crossed that we don't lose power!

I had this moment at 10:33pm tonight where I found myself tearing up and whispering, I miss you, Mom. Melancholy were the sounds on this winter's night.

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Yesterday, Michael, Butch, and I went to the Van Gogh in America exhibit at the DIA. It was well worth the drive into Detroit. Seventy-four Van Gogh works were on display and I found myself backtracking through the galleries to take a second look at many of the paintings.

This year's winter solstice took place today at 4:47pm EST. It's the shortest day of daylight and the beginning of winter. With the arrival of this official start of winter, a winter storm warning has been issued in Michigan, with the probability of blizzard conditions developing over the next few days. I would normally take this news in stride but it impacts our Chicago family's ability to travel to Ann Arbor for Christmas. I accept that this weather event is out of my control and that I may not see Sean, Rose, and Porter until Christmas day or later. And I remind myself to be grateful for what I have.

I walked around the neighborhood today. It was 28 degrees and other than my gloves not keeping my hands warm, I was comfortable. The only other people I saw were dog walkers and workmen. And I found myself playing this Fever Ray song in my head. A lot of hope in one man tent. There's no room for innocence. So take me home before the storm... Whispering, morning, keep the streets empty for me...

Thursday, December 15, 2022

Verbal exchanges with a couple of loved ones in my life have made me question my own culpability. It worries me when a comment is prefaced with a negative assumption about me. Or simple statements or questions I pose are constantly challenged. Is it me or them? Am I being unintentionally gaslighted? Is that even possible? Or am I just overly sensitive? I only know it hurts just enough to silence me most of the time.

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Christmas is quickly approaching. Michael and I decided to keep gifting to a minimum this year. We are not exchanging gifts with each other and only purchased a few items for Sean, Rose, and Porter. They plan to arrive on December 23 and I am looking forward to having them here for Christmas. Especially the little one.

The wound from the procedure I had earlier this month is healing. Thankfully, care is minimal. I clean the area daily, apply vaseline, and a fresh bandaid. That's it. I also found out something I didn't know about wounds. I always thought that it was beneficial to allow them to air out, but it turns out that air dries out wounds and promotes cell death. It's better to keep wounds moist to promote healing. Also, scabbing isn't necessarily a good thing. I now wonder why I've thought the opposite all these years.

After a busy October and November, I returned to the fitness center this month and found I had to drop the weight and number of reps on most of the weight machines. Something I've done before after time gaps in my routine. But it feels good to be back at it. Which complicates a decision I need to make in January when my fitness center membership expires. Renew? Switch to the less expensive County Farm Rec Center? Exercise at home? I do, however, enjoy having access to an indoor track.

I've woken up from bad dreams the last few nights. Dreams I've had before - me lost in a dark place without my phone afraid and alone. I try not to read too much into dreams but I can't stop myself from wondering why I am having these dreams now. Sugar, this is your subconscious talking, "take your phone when you go to bed tonight in case you need directions."

Monday, December 5, 2022

After a four-month wait, I finally had a basal cell carcinoma lesion removed from my chest this morning. Fortunately the doctor was able to use curettage and cryotherapy to remove and kill cancer cells in the affected area - a simpler procedure than what was originally suggested. This is a case where my anxiety about this lesion was greater than it should have been despite me knowing it was a slow growing cancer. That said, I'd like to get my skin checked out annually going forward to identify potentially cancerous spots. Apparently, my years of sun exposure have caught up with me.

The dreary gray days of December are here and I find myself counting on my fingers how many months there are till Spring.

Sunday, December 4, 2022

I had an interesting encounter with a huge muscular mastiff (that I've decided to call Manny) while out on my walk today. Manny was on the street loose with no owner in sight and wanted to play. Oh, did I mention I'm certain he outweighed me. After being jumped on several times and nearly being knocked over as I yelled no, his owner finally appeared across the street and yelled at him to come home. Did Manny listen? No! Manny bounded away then circled back to jump on me a few more times. I finally managed to continue my walk only to have the owner follow me in his car trying to justify his lack of control over his dog. Um, no thank you. Fortunately, I was unhurt because I had my well padded winter coat on. But this incident did make me wonder what would have happened if I had been a child or a mother with a child. This guy had absolutely no control over his huge and highly energetic dog. And he's lucky I didn't call animal control.

Thursday, December 1, 2022

It's the first day of the last month of 2022. Not exactly an astute observation, but an observation nevertheless. My urge to get more organized has led to the purchase of another storage unit and a small bookcase for my office. I moved craft supplies from the guestroom closet into the new unit in hopes that the increased visibility and access will inspire craftiness. That's the plan anyway. A bonus is that I gained a foot of work surface, which I am already appreciating. So far, a win-win.

I also gave the family room a good cleaning and moved furniture and pottery to accommodate the Christmas tree and other holiday decorations. The tree is assembled but not yet decorated. Plans to decorate the tree and mantel are on hold till next week. In other holiday prep news, I wish I could say I've finished Christmas shopping and mailed out Christmas cards but I haven't started either. I am at a loss this year regarding gifts (not all that unusual). I believe rarely being around loved ones makes it more difficult to come up with good ideas. I am not sure, however, what my excuse is regarding Michael.

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

A week later... The Chicago visit was nice. As always, it was good to see Sean, Rose, and Porter. Thankfully, Porter seemed to recognize and was comfortable with us. She had no problem crawling all over me or just chilling on my lap when I was sitting on the couch. And I've always believed that when a child starts to treat you like furniture, you must be family. She is also more mobile than she was in September. She never seemed to tire of showing off her standing skills, and of course we all encouraged her with high fives and words of praise. Dare I say she is close to walking unassisted?

It was also good to spend time with Jackie. She's an interesting woman with a wide range of interests. Admittedly, I would love to ask her a number of personal questions about her ex-husbands and older daughter Peregrine but realize these topics are none of my business and may make her uncomfortable. Jackie doesn't have as many opportunities to visit Porter as Michael and me, so it was especially heart-warming to see her interacting with her. Jackie brought her a Fisher Price farm set with a number of Little People and they spent hours identifying and grouping the animals and people. It was fun to watch them.

In addition to the traditional dishes Rose, Jackie, and I prepared for Thanksgiving, her invited friends also brought dishes to share, so we ended up with more variety than I normally experience on Thanksgiving. A veritable feast that included some of the best mac and cheese I've ever had thanks to Rose's friend, Josh.

On Friday, we all went to the Art Institute of Chicago to see the David Hockney exhibit. This was followed by lunch at Shake Shack - a good break from all the Thanksgiving leftovers. Great art, great burgers, and family - who could ask for more?

I am already looking forward to the next visit at Christmas - if all goes as planned, however, our Chicago family will be heading our way.

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Michael and I leave for Chicago tomorrow morning and I am looking forward to spending a few days with Sean, Rose, and Porter. Jackie (Rose's Mom) arrives there today and I am sure she feels the same way. I like to think that Porter has just the right amount of love in her life right now. And we will all be in the same house at the same time, a rarity.

Tomorrow is also Kali's seventh anniversary with us - she joined our family on November 23, 2015. And I am happy to report that she is no longer the frightened little cat that lived under our bed for months. I must admit I always feel a bit badly when we travel because she seems to miss us when we are away. So apologies in advance, Kali.

I find myself going through a period of wanting to organize my "stuff" - electronics, craft materials, photos, paperwork, etc. I am currently poking through my electronics and plan to identify and label cables as a start. I seem to have a hard time disposing of anything, however. Do I really need a Darth Vader recording device? Or my old answering machine tapes with young Celina telling me that she will "see you, when I see you."

If I don't post in the next few days, I wish y'all a Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your loved ones and I'll see you when I see you...

Thursday, November 17, 2022

I spoke to Sean today after learning Porter has been sick this past week with RSV. It's believed that the daycare she attends is the source. I suspect that both Sean and Rose have had an exhausting and worrisome week. The sound of little Porter coughing has to be heart wrenching. It makes me want to pat her back and cuddle with her.

I wandered around Target today and resisted several potential impulse purchases. That said, I have no idea how a bag of pork rinds showed up in our cart at check-out. And I was shocked to hear the woman in line behind me tell the clerk that this was her first visit to a Target. Say what?

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

They drove south one winter until they could stand outside with no coats on and we never saw them again. - Story People

Temps have dropped considerably - last week's sunny warmth is just a fleeting memory. I always struggle this time of year because I'm not yet used to the slight chill in the house and the even bigger chill outside. And I know that this is just a prelude to the coming months of sub-freezing weather. I am also well aware that living here is a choice Michael and I made. But a girl can still dream.

We head to Chicago next week to join Sean, Rose, Porter, Jackie, and their friends for their annual Friendsgiving-Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has always been Jackie's holiday with Rose so we are happy to be included this year. Due to the pandemic and the distance when we lived in Hawaii, Michael and I have spent far too many Thanksgivings on our own.

Thursday, November 10, 2022

I got up earlier than usual this morning after laying in bed for an hour with thoughts about my many insecurities and mortality salience swirling in my head. I suspect we are at our most vulnerable in these twilight moments. I found myself questioning whether a thought I had a few days ago is true. Am I becoming just a passenger in my life? Is that why I often feel disengaged? What do people think about me? And then there's this - will I follow Mom's path and die at 83 - only eleven years from now? And truthfully (or should I say ruthfully), I really didn't care that much about mortality issues until Porter came into my life. Filled with these thoughts, I left the warmth of my bed and put my mind to solving Wordle and the NY Times crossword puzzle. Both are worthy diversions but my early morning thoughts linger.

Sunday, November 6, 2022

I arrived home on Wednesday and have spent the last few days catching up on laundry, vacuuming, and other chores, some I'd put off doing before October's travels. And it is good to be back. Now, if I can also get back to the gym...

Both the trip to North Carolina and the trip to Arizona allowed me to experience places I have not been to before. Arizona, in particular is an area of the United States I was not familiar with. A big thanks to both Joe and Ellen for all the driving they did. Despite feeling some Catholic guilt, it was nice to sit back and enjoy the ride. And I do have to give a special thanks to Ellen for fulfilling my life long desire to go to Mexico, even if it was only for an hour.

Friday evening, Michael and I ate dinner at the Sidetrack in Depot Town. Following dinner, we were treated to a jazz performance across the street at the Ypsilanti Food Co-op. We learned that the musicians were Steve Somers and the jazz band at WCC, which he directs. A balmy night in Ypsi in November with my husband of fifty plus years, food, drinks, jazz - a wonderful combination. Yes, it's good to be home.

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

I missed posting yesterday as Ellen and I were on the road. We traveled from Tucson to Sedona. On the way, we stopped at the Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, which is a one square mile park set aside in 1892 to preserve what remained of the Ancestral Sonoran Desert People's community and irrigation system. Thanks to Ellen's background in anthropology and archeology, I had a personal guide to explain what I was looking at.

When we finally arrived in Sedona, we stopped at several road-side sites to take photos of the red sandstone formations surrounding the city. The formations glowed a brilliant orange from the illumination of the late afternoon sun. It was an incredible sight.

After getting organized in our hotel room, we ate dinner in a "fine" Mexican restaurant called Mole. It was pricey but the food and drinks were delicious.

This morning, we ate a nice breakfast at the hotel. After checking out we took a few more photos of the sandstone formations before heading out on the very scenic Hwy 89A. Our ultimate destination was Phoenix but this particular route goes through some fairly interesting places.

Our first stop was the Indian ruins at Tuzigoot National Monument. When you climb up to the site, you are rewarded with panoramic views of the entire region and the mountains surrounding the historical monument. I spoke to the ranger for a few moments and had to smile when he told us that when the elders were asked why these Indians moved the answer was simply, "it was time," no other explanation provided.

We had planned to stop in the hilltop town of Jerome, which is described as a funky artist community with several galleries and shops to explore. The streets were very narrow, parking was nearly impossible, and Ellen noted that it looked like many of the shops were not open. We continued on up the Black Hills Mountain range on a section of the roadway called the Mingus Mountain Scenic Road that follows the terrain through a series of hairpin turns as it climbs than lowers in elevation. It's the kind of drive you wished you were in a little sports car, not an SUV. We eventually connected with I-17 and headed south to Phoenix. I am currently at a hotel by the airport. I have a 4am reservation on the hotel's airport shuttle tomorrow morning.

Sunday, October 30, 2022

This morning, Ellen and I headed to the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum, which is located close to Saguaro National Park on the west side of Tucson. In addition to several exhibits, we were fortunate to attend a Raptor Flight show. I found not only the birds, but also the bird handlers' hand signals fascinating to watch. And as an added bonus, I managed to get a few photos that turned out well.

Tonight we ate dinner at Grumpy's Grill and kudos to them for burning the bacon on my BLT. This is my last night in Tucson. Tomorrow, I am heading to Sedona with Ellen. I've heard it's a beautiful area. That said, I've enjoyed my stay in Tucson. The mountains, the desert terrain, and vegetation are beautiful. I especially liked yesterday's walk in Sabino Canyon.

Saturday, October 29, 2022

Today's adventure took Ellen and me to Sabino Canyon, which is located at the base of the Santa Catalina Mountains. Cars are not allowed but you can either walk or take a shuttle to higher elevations. We both took the shuttle up. I decided to walk back to the visitor center. Ellen chose to take the shuttle to a lower elevation and walk from there. I really enjoyed the walk. Scenery was beautiful and I will never stop being fascinated by the saguaro cactus growing on the canyon walls.

This afternoon, I went to an Eagle's Tribute concert with Ellen and her friend Sue. I was never an Eagle's fan but am familiar with their music. While I must admit this isn't something I'd normally go to, it was enjoyable. Welcome to the Hotel Califonia, such a lovely place....

Friday, October 28, 2022

I can finally say I have been to Mexico. Ellen and I went to Nogales, AZ this morning, parked and crossed the border on foot. It was surprisingly easy to enter Mexico - bags were xrayed but there was no line or ID check. Upon entry, we were immediately accosted by a man who offered to show us around. Um, no thank you. At every shop we walked by, we were aggressively approached with the promise of a good deal on jewelry, blankets, calavera, and more. I do not know how to haggle and am sure I over paid for the two items I purchased - a small bracelet and a metal cat. Returning to the USA was a bit more complicated. After a 15-20 minute wait in line, an agent took my photo and checked my passport. He also asked a few questions about where I lived and why I was in Mexico. My purse was xrayed, and I was suddenly back in the USA.

Following our brief Mexico adventure, we went to Tubac, which is a small artsy town that is about fifty miles south of Tucson. We ate lunch at Soto's Outpost (Mexican restaurant) and visited a few shops before heading to Mission San Xavier del Bac, which is a historic Catholic mission on the Tohono O'odham Nation San Xavier Indian Reservation. Construction began in 1783 and was completed in 1797. The church's interior is filled with its original statuary and mural paintings - all beautifully preserved.

I am very appreciative that Ellen is willing to play tourist with me. She has been gracious about it, saying that it gives her an opportunity to revisit places before moving to Seattle in a few weeks. She seems excited about finally settling in one spot after living in multiple locations this past year.

Thursday, October 27, 2022

This morning, Ellen took me to the Mini Time Machine Museum of Miniatures. They had a lot of Halloween themed exhibits on display, but I ended up liking the historical and contemporary exhibits more. I've always had a fascination with miniatures and although I can't see myself creating an elaborate display, I find myself intrigued by miniature furniture, tiny pottery pieces, etc.

Following the museum, we met Ellen's roommate Sue for lunch at a restaurant called the Blue Willow. It was a combination restaurant, bakery, and gift shop with ecclectic decor that I found very charming.

Tonight, we are going to an immersive haunt event called Nightfall at Old Tucson. According to their website, when you walk through the gates of Old Tucson, you will return to the height of the Old West in the early 1800's. It's a lovely little town where you are encouraged to interact with the townsfolk just as you would with anyone in your own world. And there's a storyline. Shades of Westworld?

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Window seat vs. aisle seat... Depending on the seating configuration on planes, when I travel with Michael I usually sit in the aisle or the middle seat. When I travel alone, I prefer the aisle seat for easier access to the lavatories. On my flight to Arizona yesterday, there were no aisle seats available and I sat in the window seat, which is Michael's usual spot. And I can see why he likes it. As I watched the topography below, I was intrigued by the patterns and colors of crop circles, and the squiggly lines of roads and other signs of civilization. And I felt excitement at the sight of the first mountain range. The window seat visuals are definitely good for the soul. But the aisle seat is definitely optimal for one's bladder. So I'm not sure on a crowded flight which one is the better choice, but I did enjoy the view.

On yesterday's flight to Phoenix, I noticed two things. A number of female passengers were using the airport wheelchairs. And a number of women were traveling with small dogs. This includes the woman sitting next to me who had her small dog in a carrier tucked under the seat. She mentioned he has made several trips between Michigan and Arizona and was comfortable traveling with her. I must admit he was extremely well behaved.

Ellen picked me up at the Phoenix airport for the drive to her apartment in Tucson. I saw miles of desert, scrubland, occasional cotton fields, and far-away mountains. A very different terrain for me. I took a short walk around Ellen's apartment complex last night and it was hard not to appreciate the beauty of the sun setting with mountains in the background and the sillhouettes of cacti in the foreground.

Today we went to the Saguaro National Park, which is west of Tucson. We went primarily to see the petroglyphs, which were accessed on a short trail to a rock outcrop. There were dozens of drawings etched in the rocks that date from the Hohokam period, 450-1450 CE. We also stopped at the Red Hill Visitor Center so I could get a National Park stamp. Later, Ellen and I ate dinner at the Guadalajara Original Grill, which based on how stuffed I was earned a thumbs up review.

Sunday, October 23, 2022

After a frosty welcome home from North Carolina a week ago, temps have been in the 70's the past few days. Michael and I have taken advantage of the warmer weather to both empty out and store some of our ceramic pots but also to move other plants to more sheltered locations in anticipation of (dare I say) winter. This will be the first winter we have been here that several plants that were outdoors have ended up in the house.

I leave for Tucson in a few days and am looking forward to what for me will be a new experience. Other than a brief visit to Las Vegas and a work trip in San Antonio, I have not spent time in the Southwest. It will be interesting to compare what I imagine to reality. This is me recalling my shock when I discovered the Alamo was only a few blocks from the hotel I was staying at - not in a remote area. And I must admit, I thought Devil's Tower would be taller. I suspect that there are a lot more places that if I visited, would surprise me.

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Our North Carolina get-away was a nice break from our normal routine. It was also good to see areas of the state that I had not been to before. Here's a brief synopsis...

Saturday, October 8, 2022 Michael and I took an Uber from Ann Arbor to the Detroit airport - in a Tesla, of all things. Our flight was late arriving at DTW and then delayed even more due to mechanical problems. We boarded only to sit in the plane for another hour because the plane's engine wouldn't start. A few passengers were so concerned about the safety of the flight, Delta allowed them to deplane to rebook on other flights. Fortunately, we arrived late but safely in Raleigh. Joe picked us up and after a stop at REI, we arrived in Pittsboro and ate dinner at the MI Cancun.

Sunday, October 9, 2022 We went to Chapel Hill to visit the UNC Auckland Art Museum and the North Carolina Botanical Garden. After viewing the exhibits at the museum and eating a quick lunch at Cosmic Cantina, we headed to the Botanical Garden. The last time I had been there was in 2009 and I found it much changed. Paul Green Cabin was still there but a chessboard sculpture I admired years ago was in decline. There are now, however, several new sculptures, garden paths, and a visitor's center. A green and calming place to visit...

Monday, October 10, 2022 We left mid-morning for Atlantic Beach. Our one stop along the way was Byrd's Restaurant in Kinston for one of their famous cheese biscuits. Which, by the way, wasn't as flaky as we expected. We arrived in Atlantic Beach too early to check into our rental and used the time to visit a few surf shops. We also drove to the Fort Macon end of the island. After checking into our Airbnb, Joe and I went to the supermarket for a few groceries. That evening, Michael and I walked to the beach at the end of our street (Wilson Beach) and were treated to a beautiful sunset of oranges and reds, the colors reflected on the ocean surface.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022 Our day started with a drive to Fort Macon. It was interesting reading about its history. Not only did Fort Macon play a key role during the Civil War, it also was garrisoned during the Spanish-American War and World War II. Michael and I decided to walk back to the rental to give Joe more time to photograph the Fort. The nature trail, which is on the marshy sound side of the island, however, turned out to be mosquito infested. After about a mile and three quarters of walking and swatting mosquitos, Joe rescued us on Fort Macon Road. After regrouping at the Airbnb, Michael and I walked to Wilson Beach. Sun, sand, and the sound of the surf surrounded us. It was a lovely afternoon of kite flying, frisbee playing, and lazing in our beach chairs. After cleaning up, Joe, Michael and I walked to Amos Mosquito's for dinner. Its website describes it as a unique coastal dining experience. I am not sure about its uniqueness, but it was certainly a popular restaurant based on the number of people waiting to be seated.

Wednesday, October 12, 2022 I went for a short early morning walk on the beach and around the neighborhood and not only watched a spectacular sunrise but also discovered that our rental was fairly close to several restaurants and retail shops. Mid-morning, Joe, Michael, and I headed to Beaufort. I enjoyed our visit to the Maritime Museum, which had exhibits related to Beaufort's maritime history including tales about Blackbeard. We checked out the shops along the waterfront and stopped for a leisurely lunch at the Dockside, a casual seafood dining restaurant overlooking the water. Service was slow and the food was mediocre. I had to remind myself I was on vacation. There was still time to spend a few hours on the beach when we returned to Atlantic Beach. Michael enjoyed boogie boarding, Joe flew his kite, and I went shelling.

Thursday, October 13, 2022 Joe, Michael, and I drove to the National Park Service Visitor Center on Harkers Island in hopes of taking the ferry to Cape Lookout. Unfortunately, the ferries were not running because of rainy weather. Instead, we went to the Core Sound Waterfowl Museum, which was conveniently located next to the Visitor Center. In addition to several duck decoys, there were also vintage quilts and other memorabilia on display. By the time we got back to Atlantic Beach, the weather had cleared up and was perfect for a final few hours of beach time. Michael and I took a long walk on the beach and soaked in the sun. We all later picked up Chinese food for dinner.

Friday, October 14, 2022 I started my morning with an early walk on the beach. It was dark when I started out and I managed to capture a few photos of the lights on Oceanana Pier, which stretches 1,000 feet into the Atlantic Ocean. I soon found myself watching the sun rise behind the pier and it was hard not to stare in awe. We then packed and cleaned up the Airbnb. Before heading back to Pittsboro, Joe drove to the far end of Emerald Island so that Michael and I could see the rest of the island. That evening, we ate dinner at a restaurant in Pittsboro called the Root Cellar, which we all liked very much.

Saturday, October 15, 2022 Mid-morning, Michael and I walked to the Pittsboro downtown area. When we got back to Joe's house, Michael indicated an interest in going on a hike in the Haw River area. The trail required climbing over downed trees and hopping and balancing on rocks in riverbeds - a bit of a challenge for my short unstable legs. Michael opted to eat his leftovers from the Root Cellar for dinner while Joe and I went to Elizabeth's Italian Restaurant in Pittsboro for pizza and pasta. The end of another nice day to conclude our week in North Carolina.

Sunday, October 16, 2022 Michael and I were up at 3am to make our 6am flight from RDU to DTW. Joe drove us to the airport. Butch and April picked us up at DTW. We stopped at Bomber's in Ypsilanti for breakfast and then headed home to a very lonely Kali. She's been my constant companion these past few days.

I'd like to end this by saying how appreciative I am for all the driving Joe did on this trip, for making the Airbnb arrangements, and for taking Michael and me to some interesting places while we were visiting. I'd also like to thank Butch and April for caring for Kali while we were gone and picking us up at the airport. I am lucky to have wonderful brothers. Without them, Michael and I would not have been able to add this latest great adventure to our lives.

Thursday, October 6, 2022

My verdict regarding Sunday's nasal drip is it was a cold. And fortunately, other than an occasional cough, it has run its course. I've also tested myself twice for Covid over the past week. A sign of the times?

We depart for North Carolina in two days. I have laundry pending and plan to water plants on Friday. And I still need to pack. It's decision time. Is one pair of jeans enough?

Sunday, October 2, 2022

Happy new month, October! "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." - LM Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Michael and I leave for North Carolina on Saturday and I find myself speculating, as I look at my clothing options, about which pieces have the most versatility. When I travel by car, I often bring extra outerware and shoes just in case. But we are flying this trip and the space limitations of my checked bag are in play. And truthfully, I have never been a great packer.

I also woke up with some nasal drip Saturday morning. Thankfully, it's no more that that and I feel fine, but it is annoying. In cases like this, I am always uncertain whether it's a cold or allergies. I am hoping, however, that it clears up over the next few days. Meanwhile, I am laying low and avoiding people.

Our nextdoor neighbor had an Octoberfest party last night that Michael went to. It was a great opportunity to talk to some of our other neighbors and eat, so I was disappointed not to go. Michael, however, did bring me a couple of brats with sauerkraut, which hit the spot. Ja, das ist die Liechtensteiner Polka, mein Schatz!

Monday, September 26, 2022

It's a transitional time of year. With cooler nights prevailing, I switched the lighweight coverlet on our bed to a down comforter yesterday. Plants were also moved into the house a few days ago. I haven't figured out yet where to put them. As always lighting (or the lack thereof) is an issue. I plan to set the grow light up again in the basement for a few of the plants that would benefit most from full spectrum lighting.

And with September coming to a close soon, a quote. September, it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. - Alexander Theroux

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Cooler weather ushered in the first day of Fall - it was definitely jacket weather when I ventured out this morning. It's the time of year when I start looking at lows, temperature wise, with my outdoor plants in mind. There are about a half dozen potted plants (succulents and tropicals) that I plan to winter over indoors. Something I need to do before the first frost occurs.

I spent the day with Ellen yesterday. She was in Michigan to scatter her parents' ashes in Petoskey Bay. We took a small trip down memory lane that included lunch at Metzger's German Restaurant and a stop at the Dexter Cider Mill for cider and doughnuts. I plan to visit her in Tucson in late October. It's an opportunity for me to see a part of the country I have not been to before. The Sonoran Desert with its towering saguaro cacti and gila monsters is calling to me. I've also heard the Roadrunner lives there. Beep, beep...

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Michael and I returned to Ann Arbor yesterday after spending a nice weekend in Chicago. As always, my heart is full of love for our Chicago family. There is something to be said about the ability to just "be" with loved ones. And it's hard not to feel like you've been given a gift when you see Porter's sweet smile and a slight look of surprise when she wakes up each morning, "What, are you still here?" And then she reaches for you with her tiny little hand just to touch fingers for a second. And I am smitten again and again.

Here's a short summary of our visit so that when I am old and senile I can remember...

We arrived in Chicago Friday afternoon and stopped at Montrose Beach before heading to Sean and Rose's home. The beach was surprisingly wide and long. I did not venture out into Lake Michigan but Michael reported that it was sandy bottomed and shallow for some distance from the shore. We treated ourselves to drinks and shared a quesadilla at a beachside bar called the Dock before heading to Portage Park. From there, Rose, Michael and I took an Uber to Porter's day care in Logan's Square to join Sean and Porter for dinner at an English pub called the Owen & Engine. I tried a dish called Bubble and Squeak, which was mostly mashed potatoes. Belatedly, I wish I had been more adventurous and tried the Bangers and Mash. But then again, maybe I am not an English pub kind of girl as I believe drinking beer may be a prerequisite for the full pub experience. And alas, I am not a beer drinker.

Saturday morning, I walked to Portage Park (neighborhood park). Michael caught up with me and we explored the neighborhood just east of the park. This area is one we'd consider if we eventually decide to move to Chicago. Following our walk, Sean volunteered to drive us to Roger's Park to check out a few neighborhoods we'd explored earlier on Zillow. One of the attractions of Roger's Park for us is that it is fairly close to Lake Michigan. Consequently, Sean drove us by the Loyola University area and pointed out that if we were open to condo living, we would only be a short walk from the lake. Something to think about.

Later, Sean, Rose, and Porter headed to their friend's home for their monthly cookbook club dinner. Michael and I decided to try Bluebird for dinner - it's a small neighborhood restaurant within walking distance that offers American pub food. We sat in their cozy patio area and enjoyed a nice birthday eve dinner of good food and service. Following dinner, we walked to the DQ for ice cream. All in all, a comfortable evening out.

Sunday morning, we all walked to Eggsperience, where Sean and Rose treated me to a delicious birthday breakfast. It was amusing to see that Porter's Mickey Mouse pancake was bigger than her head. They are lucky to have so many restaurants within walking distance - an advantage, I suppose, of living in an urban neighborhood.

Sunday afternoon, Michael and I went to the Jake Shimabukuro concert at the Old Time School of Folk Music in Lincoln Square. I thoroughly enjoyed his show. I am not sure if I am using the correct word but I felt like there was a moment of serendipity when the first musician performing sang the Simon and Garfunkel song, Cecilia. It made me tear up a little. Jake was in the venue lobby after the show and kindly signed a birthday card Michael had made with a drawing of him (Jake) on the front. And he posed for a photo. The entire experience with Jake made me feel awkwardly grateful, if that makes any sense. But I am very thankful for Michael's efforts to make my birthday special. He mentioned to me later that he's pretty sure there will not be another birthday as special as this one. But you never know...

Michael and I returned to Ann Arbor Monday morning. I waved my goodbyes to everyone and found comfort in the simple hug Sean gave me. I am looking forward to the next visit already.

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Sometimes, I feel like I should jazz up my posting headings to something like the one used by Captain Kirk on Star Trek - Captain's Log: Stardate 09-15-2022. I'm just not sure what my title would be as Sugar's Log sounds rather lame.

On Sunday, Butch took me to the Detroit Zoo. I am counting it as one of my birthday activities (which, by the way, is only a few days from now). Good weather and lots of walking, while looking at interesting exhibits made for a very pleasant day. This may sound odd, but in many ways the animals were secondary for me. I primarily enjoyed the camaraderie with my brother. I also appreciate how observant he is. He pointed out several things along the zoo paths that I would have probably missed.

Yesterday, Michael surprised me and joined me on my morning walk. We went ro County Farm Park. Again, a beautiful day with good company. It was only marred when we got home and Michael realized his phone had fallen out of his bag. Fortunately, he was able to identify where his phone was using the location service Apple provides. We returned to the park and a very relieved Michael retrieved his phone. I was just grateful that it was still there.

Today, I treated myself to a birthday manicure at a small shop about a half mile from our house. The woman that was assisting me did not speak English, which made for a few humorous moments as we tried to communicate. I actually felt a little badly at how many times she repeated herself before I inderstood what she was saying. I ended up leaving her a $10 tip on my $20 manicure - in part because I decided to pay cash and it was easier, but also I wanted to thank her for her patience.

We leave for Chicago tomorrow and I am looking forward to hugging sweet Porter.

Saturday, September 10, 2022

Yesterday was Rose's birthday. I hope it was a good one, I hope she had fun. And I'm sure there is a song lyric here somewhere. My own birthday is coming up soon and much to my delight The Handmaid's Tale returns this week. It's kind of like getting an unexpected gift from Hulu. I am currently watching the last episode of season four to get myself caught up.

Michael and I are heading to Chicago next weekend to attend a Jake Shimabukuro performance on Sunday, which by the way is also my birthday. I am looking forward to it. It's been awhile since I've been to a musical event and somehow it seems fitting that it is a musician from Hawaii. The last time I saw him was at the AIna Haina Library, of all places. So a big thanks to Michael for buying the tickets.

We've enjoyed a week of beautiful weather. Using Michael's logic, this means we are going to pay with bad weather. But given it's nearly the end of summer, bad weather is a given. And maybe, just maybe, this good weather is recompense for the bad weather we had last week. It's difficult to keep up sometimes with Michael's rules.

Monday, September 5, 2022

While I was walking on the track at the fitness center this morning, a woman stopped to let me know that she's noticed I've lost weight. I thanked her but since I haven't lost any weight this past year, I found myself wondering if she's confused me with another "curvy" (ahem) senior citizen. My other thought is that my fat may have redistributed itself, giving the illusion of weight loss. Doubtful, but you never know. Regardless, I'm glad that misdirected or not, there are women who are trying to be supportive of other women.

Michael and I were looking forward to a few sunny days lounging poolside before the pool closed for the season today. Unfortunately, it's been cloudy and a little on the cool side the past few days. I am glad that we went on Friday for a few hours.

Saturday, September 3, 2022

We ended up at Bigalora last night for dinner. I ordered a pizza and salad and found it quite pleasant dining in their glassed-in patio sipping my Long Island. And yes, Michael and I toasted Dad and wished him a happy birthday. We ended up at Bigalora because the hostess at Paesano (a favorite dining spot for many years) informed us that despite being open, they would not seat us because they had no servers. We then asked about sitting in the bar for a drink and were told there was not a bartender on duty. Excuse me, but why not post a sign on your door advising guests of what time you will start seating people instead of having us walk in just to be turned away? The excuse was that it was the middle of a shift change, but Michael noted that it looked like their staff was doing a winetasting as he could see them congregated in the private dining room next to the hostess area. We still love you, Mr. Roddy, but we were disappointed.

I feel like I am supposed to be enjoying a Labor Day barbecue this weekend to celebrate the unofficial end of summer. Oh, and also to recognize the many contributions workers have made to America's strength, prosperity, and well-being.

Thursday, September 1, 2022

I am going to admit that I've had reservations about the student loan forgiveness program. But after reading news articles and hearing some student loan horror stories, I feel more positive about its benefits. And on a personal level, this program may help a few of my family members financially - a big factor in my attitude change.

Dad would have been 94 years old tomorrow. I've wished more than once that family would celebrate his life by getting together for Chinese food on his birthday, but I just don't see that happening this year. But it's okay, Dad, because the thing of it is, your death ended up giving me something to cry about. I'll be thinking of you tomorrow and plan to raise a toast to your memory. Hopefully, my siblings, nieces, and nephews will do the same. We wouldn't be here without you.

Wednesday, August 31, 2022

I seem to have the same pet peeves regardless of where I live. On the top of my list is dog walkers that allow their dogs to wander on my front lawn and planting areas to do their business. And yes, most do pick up after their dogs but there is still some residual "matter" that I always seem to find when I go out to weed or just to enjoy my yard. Can't pet owners train their dogs to use the the grassy strip between the sidewalk and the street? Which by the way seems to be called many different names (e.g. verge, easement, extension, etc.) Coming in second is motorists that do not stop for pedestrians at crosswalks. With school starting a few days ago, I've observed more than once cars not stopping for parents with children trying to cross at marked school crosswalks. And while I don't want to blame drivers who are currently cutting through our neighborhood because of the road closure on Packard, it wouldn't surprise me if a number of them are guilty.

Fall doesn't officially start until September 22 but with Labor Day coming up quickly, it feels like the change in seasons is in the air. Some of it is a mental switch but there are other indicators. Nights have become cooler. Many summer blooming plants are losing flower petals and looking a little spent. Meanwhile, late bloomers like sedum are getting closer to blossoming. And while I love the upcoming vivid reds, yellows, and oranges of autumn, I dread that they mean we are getting closer to winter weather. Fortunately, I haven't had to make a wardrobe shift to sweaters and long pants yet.

Sunday, August 28, 2022

One of the things I enjoy about our neighborhood pool is overhearing conversations kids have with each other. Topics are not always about video games and other friends. The other day a young girl asked her friend if her skin looked leathery. She indicated that she had not been using suntan lotion and was worried. I am guessing she received a warning from someone. One of my favorites, however, is a conversation between two young boys. "My family believes in God, but I don't know if I do. There isn't any proof. I do believe in ghosts though." I am not sure what prompted this admission, but he sounds like an agnostic in the making.

Friday, August 26, 2022

I've been busy working on my annual photo book and wanted to add a quote from Mom from the transcripts of the conversations she let me record before her death. Sadly, I no longer have the recordings due to a computer issue about seven years ago. This one is about an old house in North Platte, Nebraska, where we lived in the early 1960s.

"Sometimes I think about living out in Nebraska. I dream about that old house. Not the wooden one, but the stone one. I dream about that a lot and in my dream I made it into a rooming house. And I rented out the four rooms upstairs and I lived downstairs. Oh, I loved that house. It was haunted, but to me it was gorgeous. Of all the places I’ve lived, I’d like to move out there and nobody know who I was. Under another name, maybe. Nobody bothered us out there. You know, it was one of the few places we’ve lived that we didn’t have problems." (Conversation on Mom's front porch 7/21/12)

I find her desire to be anonymous interesting. But I think we have all fantasized sometime in our lives about starting over somewhere. It makes me a little sad, however, when I think about Mom's life and what she sacrificed to care for her eight children. I am pretty sure she had many unfulfilled dreams. And living with Dad was not easy. I think about her nearly every day.

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

A small update on my old MacBook. I created a new Apple ID for it and deleted the one I use on all my other devices. This removed all the content associated with my primary Apple ID. Maybe it's misguided, but I feel a sense of relief.

Michael shared photos he had taken of Porter crawling onto my lap when we were in Chicago last week. They are very sweet and make me feel like a real grandma. I am hoping her increased comfort level with us this trip may mean she is starting to recognize us. I predict, however, that the next time we visit, Porter will look at us and think, "wait, who are they again?"

Monday, August 22, 2022

Michael and I are still catching up after a week away from home. I did laundry yesterday and we grocery shopped today.

Butch and I went to the gym this morning. Afterwards, he took a look at my old Macbook. In addition to a low memory issue, the screen indicates that there is a malware issue. Butch checked and the memory availability looks fine. The malware issue, however, is credible. I find myself struggling on whether or not it's worth the effort to repair it. The primary reason I've held onto it is that it has USB ports that are compatible with my portable CD drive and a couple of old external hard drives.

Sunday, August 21, 2022

We returned home yesterday. Fortunately, the drive back to Ann Arbor from Chicago was uneventful. We made great time and even stopped for a late lunch/early dinner at Zingerman's Roadhouse before pulling into our driveway.

We enjoyed the time we spent with Sean, Rose, and Porter. And caring for Porter while her parents worked was both heartwarming and simply put, nice. Even when nap times were cut short by a very determined to be up sixteen-month-old, it was good. We used that time to snuggle on the couch and watch old cartoons and Disney movies. And while it did occur to me that we were rewarding Porter's contrary behavior, isn't that a grandparental prerogative?

Just a quick summary of our days in Chicago in case I need a future reminder.

Sean and Rose hosted the cookbook club they belong to Sunday evening. We were joined by two couples: Tim and Tara; and Alex, Lindsey, and their daughter Violet for a meal based on the cookbook Six Seasons. Everyone brought a few dishes to share and I thought to myself how fortunate Sean and Rose are to have such wonderful, kind, and smart friends.

Michael and I took Porter to Portage Park Monday morning for some swing time. We had a nice time pushing her stroller through the neighborhood, while we checked out the houses and yards along the way. On Monday evening, we joined Sean and Rose's friends (Rachel, her husband Tanner, and friend Helena) for Rachel's birthday dinner at Shaw's Crab House in downtown Chicago. We feasted on oysters, shrimp, crab legs, lobster tails, and more at what I can only describe as a comfy old style seafood restaurant. And yes, there were the prerequisite lobster tanks I associate with this type of dining experience. And once again, I found myself really enjoying conversing with their welcoming and thoughtful friends.

Tuesday morning, we took Porter to Dickinson Park, a neighborhood park in the Six Corners area. After a brief afternoon nap, we snuggled on the couch and watched cartoons. Tuesday evening, we spent a quiet evening at home and ate leftovers from prior nights' dinners.

Porter had physical therapy on Wednesday morning. Afterwards, we hung out with Porter and Sean in their backyard for a while. After Sean left for work, we drove Rose to the post office and picked up lunch at Culver's on the way back to the house. We had a quiet afternoon. While Porter napped, Michael continued working in the yard and I worked on a blog post. Rose went to a book reading Wednesday evening. I made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and we watched TV.

Thursday morning, Michael and I took Porter back to Portage Park so she could enjoy the swings. I also checked out the senior center that's in the park and had a few flashbacks to Dad's involvement with the senior center by his home when he was alive. And I wondered if I could fit in. Rose made a delicious chicken dish and kale salad for dinner.

Both Sean and Rose took Friday off. Rose had a doctor's appointment in downtown Chicago and while she was seeing her doctor, Sean, Michael, Porter, and I walked along the lakeshore. Sunny blue skies and beautiful Lake Michigan made me think of Lou Reed's song Perfect Day. "Oh, it's such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with you. Oh, such a perfect day. You keep me hanging on..." On the way home, we stopped at Aloha Eats for plate lunches. And later for dinner, we walked to Sutherlands, a neighborhood bar and ordered appetizers and drinks. A good end to a good week.

Saturday morning, after some snuggles with Porter, we returned to Ann Arbor.

Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Michael and I are in Chicago watching Porter because her daycare is closed this week. Today is day three and it's been nice spending time with her. She has been accepting of my often rookie efforts. And I have gotten adept at diaper changes and interpreting the hand gestures she uses to communicate. Michael has been reading to her at nap time and putting her in her crib to sleep. It's really cute seeing her snuggled against him while he reads to her.

Michael has also tackled their overgrown yard. He mowed it and has been weeding their planting beds these past few days. They have a number of nice plants including hostas, lillies, violets, and peonies that need to be thinned out - something for a future trip perhaps.

Tuesday, August 9, 2022

A family friend's post on social media really touched my soul and I am hoping she doesn't mind me retelling it here.

Tonight I swam naked in the gulf, under the Perseid meteor shower, covered in trails of bioluminescent phytoplankton, while watching a vicious lightening storm on the horizon, with the most brilliant friends. I’m filled to the brim with awe and gratitude.

My mind is swirling with memories of times I've been in awe of the world around me. Laying on the ground midday in Tennessee, eclipse glasses on, gazing up at the sun during a total solar eclipse. Standing alone at midnight in the middle of a frigidly cold empty street in Anchorage watching the beautiful dancing waves of the Northern Lights. Surrounded by fish and the sounds of the ocean on a clear sunny day, while swimming in the cool crystal clear waters at Waimea Bay. The sense of peace I feel when I am alone in woods with the scent of pine needles crunching below my feet on cool autumn days. My friend, I too am filled to the brim with awe and gratitude.

Monday, August 8, 2022

Today is the 8th anniversary of my mother's death. I am always a little melancholy this time of year. Even eight years later, I still feel the pain of her loss. I decided to ask family members if they'd like to meet for dinner today at the Big Boy's on 6 Mile that Mom used to frequent. I was surprised that ten family members showed up - granted six were from Jerry's family, but it was still a nice turn-out. In my fantasy world, I pictured us sitting around the table reminiscing about Mom. Needless to say, that didin't happen, but it was still nice to get together.

Sunday, August 7, 2022

Sometimes I wish someone would take over for me. I am on autopilot when it comes to my daily routine of house chores - each morning minimally includes making the bed, feeding the cat, cleaning the kitty litter, and putting away any dishes left from the day before. Add on cooking, cleaning, laundry, paying bills, more cleaning, and all the other routine chores of running a house and I am pretty certain I've just described most women's lives, especially if you add on a job. And yes, it's easier now that I am retired. And while I often feel under appreciated and occasionally resentful, borrowing a phrase my dad used to use, the thing of it is, I would have a hard time giving up the control I have over this part of my life. I just wish it wasn't so unnerving when someone does something nice for me.

Butch, April, and Saddie returned from their trip last night. I am pretty sure their cat is very happy to have them home.

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Butch and April crossed two more highest points off their list. Yesterday, they climbed Timm's Hill (1,951 feet above sea level) in Wisconsin and today, Charles Mound (1,235 feet above sea level) in Illinois. I rather like hearing about their highest point escapades. Meanwhile, back in Michigan, I am currently their cat's best friend. She is the most vocal cat I have ever encountered and I am pretty sure her meows are asking me when the fuck are my humans going to return home.

My ED&C is scheduled for December 5, which is four months from now. This is much later than I anticipated. I would have preferred a date in September. Unfortunately, it's out of my control. I ended up purchasing a UV swim shirt to provide more sun protection when I am at the pool or beach. Maybe, it's a good thing pool/beach days are dwindling. Something I don't believe I have ever uttered before.

Thursday, August 4, 2022

I couldn't help but smile when Michael and I stopped at DJ's Bakery this morning only to see a cop sitting at the window counter eating donuts. I wish I could have discreetly taken his picture.

The doctor called me this afternoon to explain the ED&C treatment that will be used to remove the cancerous cells in my affected area, which is located about an inch under my right collarbone.The scheduler should be contacting me within the next few days to set up an appointment for the procedure. Compared to other surgical procedures I've had, this one doesn't sound too bad.

Wednesday, August 3 2022

Pigmented basal cell carcinoma, circumscribed growth pattern, tumor stroma extends to deep margin. My years in the sun have finally caught up to me. I received the results of my biopsy today. I haven't heard from the doctor yet on a treatment plan. And while I realize that family members have dealt with far worse, even if I felt like crying, I wouldn't be able to produce tears because I have an issue with dry eyes. Sigh...

From Butch's FB postings, he, April, and Saddie reached the highest point in Michigan yesterday. The summit of Mt. Arvon is 1,979 feet above sea level and is in the Huron Mountains in the Upper Peninsula. And just a tidbit I picked up on the internet - geologists say that a mountain is anything over 2,000 feet, which leaves Mt. Arvon 21 feet short of being a true mountain.

Sunday, July 31, 2022

Butch and April left for their UP vacation today. I wish them safe travels, good weather, the opportunity to experience new places, and a relaxing reprieve from home chores. I believe Butch is also attempting to cross a few more states off his goal of reaching the highest peak in each state. So far he and April have visited Ohio and Indiana in this quest.

I missed getting the newspaper this morning. Reading the Sunday paper and doing the crossword puzzles has been part of my routine for several years. Eventually, however, I'll fill the time doing something else and that will become the new normal for me. By the way, Wordle nearly stumped me this morning with champ and clamp finally leading to cramp (on the fifth attempt).

Joe sent me the photos he took at last Sunday's family get-together. I also got a few photos from Shannon as well. I am looking forward to adding them to my annual photo book. I not only love the candid shots but also find myself really appreciating the family group photos. Especially the one of Jerry's family, which spans three generations (and was only missing one family member). Hopefully, it will be possible to get all eight siblings with all their family members together at some point. That's the photo I want to see.

Thursday, July 28, 2022

"I love people that have no idea how wonderful they are and just wander around making the world a better place." I saw this quote and it resonated with me; particularly in light of all the news about people that have little regard for the property and lives of others. I know a number of these "wonderful" people and they do much to restore my faith in humanity. Their thoughfulness and kindness is not unnoticed.

Michael canceled our Detroit Free Press subscription today at my urging. We were getting the newspaper three days a week and the value vs. cost just wasn't cutting it. I normally get my news from other sources and will only miss the crossword puzzles and comics. My one regret is that I do feel some sadness at the demise of printed newspapers. That said, I plan to bookmark GoComics.com so I can keep up with Frazz and Luann. And start looking for an on-line crossword puzzle source.

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

I woke up tired and grateful I had nothing on the agenda today. Post party clean-up continued. I vacuumed and did a load of laundry. Michael and I also went to Ikea. We proceeded directly to the Ikea marketplace and warehouse and skipped the maze, which was a big time saver. Michael purchased a tabletop and trestles to increase the work surfaces in his studio and a few metal caddies for his art supplies. I came home with a desk lamp and a few small photo frames.

And life goes on...

Monday, July 25, 2022

I believe yesterday's event was a success. Nineteen family members showed up - nearly double what I was anticipating. The only local family members that did not attend were Elizabeth and Ryan. Fortunately, we had plenty of food and beverages. In addition to all the dishes I prepared, both Joe and Marilyn supplied delicious cakes and Tricia brought pasta salad and mojito ingredients. And along with all the tables, chairs, and coolers Butch provided, he also picked up ice for me. I had forgotten how much work hosting a party is so all their help was greatly appreciated.

A special thanks to Joe for ordering a 50th anniversary cake for Michael and me. He also brought his camera and took several group photos. I also want to thank Tricia for not only providing mojitos but also bartending. And a big thanks to Michael for making salsa, grilling the dogs, and both setting up the garage and cleaning it up afterwards. And lastly I appreciate April and Donna's assistance with transporting food from the kitchen to the outside tables. I'm sure I missed a few people but it really does take a village. And it was nice seeing people again.

Today, Joe, Butch, Michael, and I went to the Natural History Museum followed by lunch at the Northside Grill. I believe Joe plans to return to North Carolina tomorrow. I enjoyed his visit immensely.

Friday, July 22, 2022

Yesterday, Joe and I spent more than nine hours hatless in the hot sun navigating the streets of Ann Arbor. We attended the Ann Arbor Art Fair, which consists of three different fairs running consecutively and spans thirty city blocks. Despite the heat and sore feet, I really enjoyed the opportunity to see the artwork and craft items on display. I did not buy much. I came home with three board books about animals for Porter and a small colorfully glazed ceramic vase. Joe came very close to purchasing a photograph but managed to walk away.

I grocery shopped this morning for Sunday's get-together. The refrigerator is officially packed with veggies and other items. I think it's going to be a small group (maybe ten?) as I've heard nothing from my nephews and don't expect to see my nieces. Which is fine, as I'm not sure hanging out with a bunch of 50 plus year-olds is all that appealing to the younger crowd.

Thursday, July 21, 2022

I feel restless and I am not even sure what that means. I've found myself thinking about my life lately. More specifically, thinking about my regrets. For example, I regret not taking better care of myself, when I was younger. And I oddly wish I had slept more. And yet, thinking back to my working years, I felt like I was being pulled in so many directions that time became a precious commodity and taking time for myself or sleeping were indulgences. Other regrets include not being more assertive about things that matter to me, not taking more risks out of fear of things I've come to realize don't matter, and not traveling more. There are so many places I want to experience at least once. But perhaps more than anything, I regret never finding something outside of my family that I am passionate about. I don't create anything tangible. I am not an artist, writer, or musician. I am not an expert or particularly knowledgeable in any field. Even within my family, I find myself wondering if I am "known" for anything. I fear all my obituary will say is Sugar collected pottery, made good fried rice, and like her mother, Ethelyn, she rarely smiled in photographs...

Saturday, July 16, 2022

Today would have been the perfect anniversary party day - it's sunny with low humidity. I've been looking wistfully out at the patio and imagining what could have been. My hibiscus is in bloom and by now, I would have been happily tipsy on Blue Hawaiis. I had a small concern that a few invitees might not see the cancellation notifications I sent out. Sure enough, I received a call yesterday from one of the guests asking for direction to our house. Whew, so glad she called.

I ended up scheduling the smaller Pedit family gathering I've been planning for Sunday afternoon. There may be six out of eight of the Pedit siblings attending, which makes me happy. One of these days, all eight of us need to get together one last time. I am just not sure how to make that happen.

Thursday, July 14, 2022

It's not even noon yet and so far I haven't located where Kali barfed at 2:45 am, the heavy breather dude was working out again at the gym, and worst of all I failed at Wordle (spoiler alert - the word was liver).

I dreamt that Michael left the door open and Kali followed him and got lost in the neighborhood. This was after she woke me at 2:45 am and I'm wondering if there is a subconscious connection to her disturbing my sleep.

In other news, Michael seems to be feeling much better. He's out putzing in the yard and playing with the big shade umbrella we bought for the now canceled anniversary party. I am planning a small family get-together instead the following weekend. I made the rookie mistake of trying to be flexible on the day and time to accomodate family member's work schedules. Instead, I should have just set a time and stuck with it. One of these days, I will learn. I am leaning towards Saturday at 3pm.

Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Last Covid test also negative. Am I in the clear yet? No need to answer, it's a big "no."

I masked up and went to the fitness center this morning. I lessened the number of reps on a few of the machines as I haven't been working out with weights regularly for the past three weeks. I also avoided a guy that was expelling big breaths and grunting loudly as he worked out. I had unkind thoughts with the words gross and disgusting coming to mind. He also did not bother to wipe down any of the equipment he was using when he was done. Unacceptable! This is me being judgmental about a complete stranger who may have a medical condition...

Monday, July 11, 2022

I started sending out cancellation notices yesterday to the family and friends I invited to Saturday's anniversary party and appreciate the kind words and offers of assistance I've received. A few responses were from people I haven't spoken to in years and it was heartwarming to hear from them. And it was hard not to smile at the "damn, I already had my outfit picked out" comments. I am not sure yet about rescheduling later this summer.

I find myself wondering if this latest omicron variant is hitting people harder than the variant I had in December. Michael, Sean, Rose, and Porter have all been pretty ill. Of course, I may be minimizing my own experience. I do that sometimes.

My doctor sent me in for a second PCR test this morning. Her words were, " in light of your exposure, I presume there is a high chance you may also have Covid." I should have the results tomorrow. I am finding myself feeling neutral about the test outcome as I feel fine. Butch pointed out that a positive test result could be a good thing (for the added immunity). Some food for thought...

Saturday, July 9, 2022

This week turned out differently than I expected. Once again, plans were impacted by Covid. Michael and I had originally planned to be in Chicago Tuesday through Saturday to not only watch Porter during the day so Rose and Sean could work, but also to celebrate Sean's birthday on Thursday. Instead, we left Thursday morning after Rose, who hadn't been feeling well for a few days, tested positive using a home Covid test Wednesday evening. PCR tests later confirmed all three of them were positive. Michael also got a positive PCR result.

By some miracle, I've been spared (for now). Fortunately, we have all been vaccinated so I am hoping everyone weathers the discomfort of being sick and recovers in a decent amount of time. I am hoping to hear from the Dove/Lannin family later today with an update on how they are all doing, especially little Porter. This just confirms an earlier observation that despite precautions it isn't a matter of if you will get Covid, it's when you will get Covid.

Monday, July 4, 2022 Happy Independence Day...

I am watching Kali walking the perimeter of our family room looking in every nook and cranny. It's as if she is saying "nothing to see here" as she moves from spot to spot.

I spoke to my older brother yesterday and he is reaching a crisis point. The details are not my story to tell but what he is dealing with is emotionally, physically, and financially draining. And I am concerned but the miles between us make assistance offers complicated.

Michael and I leave for Chicago tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing the Dove-Lannin part of our family. They always bring a smile to my face, especially the little one. I was looking at some photos from our last visit and was a little flattered that Porter was looking at me, not the camera. And then I realized she was staring at my watch, not me. The bubble burst.

A recent report suggests that if you can't stand on one foot for ten seconds, you are twice as likely to die within ten years. I can marginally stand on one foot on the floor for ten seconds, but not consistently and I am shaky. At the fitness center this morning, I watched a middle aged but fit looking guy stand on one foot on a balance half ball while he juggled two small balls for a minute or more. What a show-off!

Saturday, July 2, 2022

I am slowly chipping away at the supplies needed for my upcoming party. I've purchased most paper items. Crudite, fruit and cheese platters have been ordered from Zingerman's and a sheetcake from Gwens. I still need to purchase beverages, chips, salsa and a few other items. Butch has provided tables, chairs, and a few coolers. Pizza will be ordered the day of. Ice will also need to be purchased and the Zingerman's and Gwen's orders picked up. My long list is getting shorter and I appreciate the offers of help from Butch, Michael and Sean. It's possible, however, that they have all been coerced into going along with my insane party ideas. I have also been taste testing Blue Hawaii drinks, which may explain a lot. I am looking forward to seeing family and friends, however, which makes these efforts worth it.

We are headed to Chicago next week to terrorize Porter for a few days. Daycare is closed for a week and we've volunteered to babysit so Sean and Rose can work. I'm slightly nervous. There is also the possibility that I worry too much.

Wednesday, June 29, 2022

I didn't realize until today that the Supreme Court is made up of seven Catholics and two Jews. And it surprises me. I feel like some of the Catholics give Catholicism a bad name.

I was looking at my pottery/glass collection yesterday after receiving a pot from April and ended up counting what is on display in the house. The number is slightly more than fifty. This does not include the ceramic pots and planters outside or the vases stored in the dining room credenza. I would estimate the purchase prices range from roughly $3.00 to $200.00. Some pieces are functional; others I consider art. But apparently, I am not much of a pot snob as I have no problem buying a pot for a few dollars because I like the size, color, and/or pattern. Fortunately, Michael doesn't object to my pot collection and has even added a few pieces he's found. When I mentioned yesterday that I am running out of display space, he responded you can always buy another shelf. Whew...

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

I have only fleeting images of time spent with my grandparents on my mother's side and no memories of my grandparents on my father's side. Michael has many fond memories of his grandparents on his father's side and none with his grandparents on his mother's side. I'll save Michael's story for another time, but this is what I personally remember about my grandparents.

My mother's family lived in North Carolina, which is also where I was born. I was too young to remember much from this time period (early 1950s) and have been told stories, but the only impression that's stuck with me is an odd one. I remember the way my grandmother tucked the bedspread around the pillows on her bed. I can only speculate that this was likely the early beginnings of my obsession with things being tidy and orderly.

I'm pretty certain my grandmother visited our family when we lived in Saginaw in the mid 1950s. I recall her patiently teaching me how to tie a bow.

In the early 1960s, our family drove from North Platte to North Carolina to visit my mother's family. I spent a day with my grandfather and cousins in the tobacco fields and later my grandfather took me to the tobacco sorting and drying sheds to show me how the tobacco was processed. I suspect this day was especially memorable because of all the attention I received - something that is rare when you grow up in a large family. My grandfather died in 1972.

It was several years before I traveled to North Carolina again to visit my grandmother. In the early 1980s, young Sean and I went with my older brother but I have no memories of any interactions with her. My last visit was a few years later. This time, Sean and I went with my mother and stayed with my grandmother and aunt in their home in Fayetteville. We were only there a few days and I remember feeling somewhat spooked. My grandmother insisted Sean and I sleep in her bedroom and I woke up in the middle of the night to see a ghostly figure standing in the doorway staring at us. At first it didn't register that it was her. She died in 1991.

On my father's side, I never had an opportunity to meet either of my grandparents. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him in 1928. And he never talked about his father when I was young, so I was surprised when my father traveled to Michigan in 1960 for his funeral. I learned years later that my father and grandfather had been somewhat estranged. My father felt he had been abandoned growing up after he and his siblings were separated after the death of his mother. Consequently, I nor my siblings ever met our paternal grandfather.

I relay all of this for two reasons. One is it helps me to record this little snippet of my life somewhere. The other is that it makes me evaluate my own relationship with my granddaughter going forward. I want to be something more than a few fleeting images in Porter's life.

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

The June solstice arrived today marking the astronomical first day of summer and the longest "day" in terms of hours of sunlight. It makes me feel like I should dance naked around our Solo stove tonight chanting old Celtic verses. It was interesting to read, however, a Facebook post this morning from an Australian friend, which indicated the opposite. "Today is the the Winter Solstice for the southern hemisphere, meaning the shortest period of daylight, and the longest period of darkness of any day in 2022." A reminder on this hot summer day, that it is winter elsewhere.

Friday, June 17, 2022

Michael and I enjoyed our short anniversary get-away in the Saugatuck/Douglas area. We arrived Tuesday mid-day and after a stop for lunch at the Root Beer Barrel, we checked into the Beachway Resort and Hotel. We cooled off in the hotel pool and then headed to the Wild Dog Grille in Douglas for dinner, only to discover the Wild Dog is closed on Tuesdays. We changed course to the Mermaid Bar and Grill in Saugatuck, which has been a favorite dining spot for many years. It did not disappoint. Watching the boats on the Saginaw River, while enjoying our dinner and drinks at a dockside table made for a nice anniversary evening.

Wednesday morning, we headed to Oval Beach, where much to Michael's disappointment, a brisk on-shore wind meant choppy waters. This curtailed his planned water activities. Instead, we walked a few miles along the lakeshore like an old married couple and then parked our butts in our beach chairs with our backs to the wind for a few hours. More pool time followed when we returned to the Beachway. Sun saturated, we headed to Phil's Bar and Grille in Saugatuck for dinner and drinks. Phil's has an old bar and grill feel and I get the sense that it is frequented by a lot of the Saugatuck area locals.

Happy Anniversary, Mr. Dove! Thanks for not only a nice couple of days away, but also the last fifty years. We made it. Love, love, love...

Monday, June 13, 2022

Tomorrow is our 50th wedding anniversary - a number that seems impossible. Celebration of this milestone started with a dinner at the Chophouse Saturday night, that Sean and Rose planned. Our party (Michael, Sean, Rose, Porter, Butch, April, and me) was just large enough that we were seated in one of the restaurant's downstairs private rooms, which alleviated some concerns about Porter being exposed to other diners and also allowed her to move around on the floor. Yes, covid continues to stalk us. The bottle-lined walls of the room gave it a nice wine cellar ambiance, food was excellent, and I was surrounded by people I loved. A wonderful evening.

I enjoy having our Chicago family here. They bring a lot of life to our normally quiet home. There's something comforting about being able to sit late into the evening chatting with Sean and Rose. Porter, as always, amused us with her charming little smile and baby banter. She is now able to scoot across the room. I have a container full of fast food child meal toys that she seems to like playing with. And eating with her is highly entertaining. Her right foot somehow ends up at tray level and she has been known to put food between her toes. She certainly makes dining an amusing leisurely activity. It was hard to say goodbye yesterday.

Anniversary plans continue with a short trip to Saugatuck tomorrow and dinner at the Wild Dog Grille in Douglas. I am looking forward to some beach time.

Friday, June 10, 2022

Sean, Rose, and Porter should arrive in Ann Arbor in a few hours and I find myself wanting to wrap my arms around little Porter. Except that I won't; not right away at least. It's been more than two months since I've last seen her and even longer since she has been to this house. Long enough that I am a stranger.

Our Chicago family is in Ann Arbor to go out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary, a bit of a milestone. Michael has gotten more mellow with age. I have gotten more cynical. But what we share is a long and lasting love. And I am grateful that I have someone that still appreciates my quirkiness and often inappropriate sense of humor after all these years. Or at least pretends to. <wink>

Saturday, June 4, 2022

I feel an impatience with my life that I can't explain. And yet, I believe I am calmer than Michael is. He has an unsettling undercurrent radiating from his being that puts me on edge. It's as though he is reaching for something that he can't quite reach. This is all my perception of course, and I suspect reflects my state of mind more than his.

It feels like summer. Container gardening is in full swing at the Doves with some new additions that include crotons, geraniums, ferns, sweet potato vines, and impatiens. Herbs and pepper plants have been planted in the small garden next to the back door. Michael added some additionl plants to his pond area, that has become an oasis for the birds and small animals in our yard. And I find myself feeling pleasure in seeing the many perrennials, that either we've planted or that were in the yard when we moved in, emerging after their long winter hibernation. Grasses, hostas, ferns, sedum, black-eyed susans, and more fill the yard. Our one big disappointment is the clump bamboo purchased last year that never seemed to flourish. And in fact, dare I say, is languishing as Michael struggles to find a cause. And then I look up from writing and I see a baby bunny on the patio and I smile. Everything is going to be all right.

Saturday, May 28, 2022

Other than feeling uncomfortable, I am never sure how to react to female panhandlers with children. There was a woman (maybe in her 30s to 40s) with a young teenage girl and an elementary age child on the perimeter of the parking lot by the Target store on Carpenter Road last week that caught my attention. Traditional folk music was playing on a boom box as the teenage girl played along on her violin. I felt a tug on my heart followed by a weariness that I was about to be sucked in by a scam. I approached with a few dollars in my hand, wanting to listen to the young woman playing the violin. Only then, did I realize that she was only going through the motions of playing. Legit or not, I smiled, put my money in their container, and walked away. My only regret is that I wish I had been at a better angle to read their sign.

Friday, May 27, 2022

Sometimes I read something that touches my soul...

After a moment I said, "That necklace's lovely on you." Rosie said, "I'm only after getting it. It's a bird; lookit." She put down the bottle, tucked her feet underneath her and got up on her knees, holding out the pendant towards me. I moved across the sun-striped floorboards and knelt facing her, closer than we had been in years. The pendant was a silver bird, wings spread wide, tiny feathers made of iridecent abalone shell. When I bent my head over it I was shaking. I had chatted up girls before, all smart-mouthed and cocky, not a bother on me; in that second, I would have sold my soul for one clever line. Instead I said, like an idiot, "It's pretty." I reached out towards the pendant, and my finger touched Rosie's. Both of us froze. I was so close I could see that soft white skin at the base of her throat lifting with each quick heartbeat and I wanted to bury my face in it, bite it, I had no clue what I wanted to do but I knew every blood vessel in my body would explode if I didn't do it. I could smell her hair, airy and lemony, dizzying. It was the speed of that heartbeat that gave me the guts to look up and meet Rosie's eyes. They were enormous, just a rim of green around black, and her lips were parted like I had startled her. She let the pendant drop. Neither one of us could move and neither one of us was breathing. Somewhere bike bells were ringing and girls were laughing and Mad Johnny was still singing: "I love you today and I'll love you more tomorrow..." All the sounds dissolved and blurred into that yellow summer air like one long peal of bells. "Rosie," I said. "Rosie." I held out my hands to her and she matched her warm palms against mine, and when our fingers folded together and I pulled her towards me I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe my luck.

Tana French - The Secret Place

Thursday, May 26, 2022

Porter is named after her great grandfather on Michael's side, a man that neither Sean or Rose have ever met. A man that I had the good fortune to know briefly before his death in 1972. Keith Porter Dove was a good kind man and I am glad that Sean and Rose chose to honor him this way.

Michael and I want more than anything to be an active part of Porter's life, knowing however, that we will only be a brief part of her story. I am hoping she will have fleeting memories someday of the two old people that loved her so unconditionally.

Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Nanu died twenty years ago today at age 95. She touched many lives over her long life. She opened her home several times to not only family members but also to friends of family members who were in need of a place to stay. This included me in 1970 when my family left Hawaii to return to Michigan. And later, my brother, who recalls sitting on her lanai drinking coffee (or beer) and talking story. She was known to be an amazing cook. I remember her using her cast iron skillet to make many dishes. And she passed on many of her recipes to me when I married her son. Nanu was often a force to be reckoned with, especially if you got on her bad side. She expected loyalty. But she also had a sense of fairness when it came to most situations. As I remember her today, I can't help but smile. I know I was not the girl she wanted her son to marry, but she eventually accepted me and maybe even grew to love me. Aloha, Nanu...

Monday, May 23, 2022

About five days ago, I carried a heavy ceramic planter from the front porch to the backyard. The next morning, I woke up with a stiff neck, sore right shoulder, and numbness in my right hand. An unfortunate reminder that just because a compressed spinal nerve hasn't bothered me in months, the risk of inflammation and pain always exists. I've been icing my neck and while it feels better, I noticed today that even the motion of vacuuming caused some discomfort. I try to take episodes like this in stride, but must admit that I wish that this wasn't one of my health issues.

Friday, May 20, 2022

In anticipation of our 50th wedding anniversary in June, I have been going through old photo albums and digital photos looking for photos that show both Michael and me in the same photo. There are not as many as you'd think for a fifty-four year relationship; some years there are none. I'm not surprised. The images I've found so far chronicle two young people falling in love, Sean growing up and marrying Rose, and the addition of Porter to our lives. They also show us aging, my weight gains and losses, Michael's hair loss, and two old people who now need glasses. Two lives over a fifty-four year span. That says a lot.

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was a time of innocence, a time of confidences. Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph. Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you. Simon and Garfunkel

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Doing laundry now requires using the hot water shut-off valve to turn the water on and off because there is a drip in the washer tub. I suspect this added step will become part of the routine of doing laundry, like many other work-arounds in our lives. And oddly, I'm OK with this for now as we consider the age of the washer and the cost of a repair vs. the cost of replacing the machine.

I am a bit frustrated with myself. For years, I have been putting items in obscure places when the house is going to be empty for more than a few days. These items range from things like jewelry and charge cards to financial documents. Sometimes it takes me a few days to locate them. Currently my check register is MIA, which in the scheme of things is not a big deal. I'm sure it will eventually show up - afterall, it's in the house somewhere...

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Michael and I returned home from Richmond yesterday. A big thanks to Butch for the rides to and from the airport and more importantly checking on Kali. I'm sure she appreciated the fresh food, water, and the clean litter box he provided. And I suspect she may have even liked the human contact despite her reclusive behavior.

A Richmond trip summary by day...

Michael and I arrived Monday and after checking in to the Omni Richmond Hotel, we took a walk and discovered we were only a few blocks from the James River. We found ourselves on the Canal Trail, which took us to Browns Island. From there, a walkway led us to the T. Tyler Pottersfield Memorial Pedestrian Bridge, which spans the James River. There is an installation at the start of the bridge titled Three Days in April 1865 that recounts how the former Capital of the Confederate States of America fell while many of Richmond's people fled as fire consumed the city. I found the poignancy of the many quotes along the bridge's walkway thought-provoking. On the other side of the bridge, I was surprised to see a rock climbing wall made up of abandoned train trestles, which I thought was a rather clever idea.

Following our walk, we got cleaned up and ate dinner at Westham Tavern, the hotel's restaurant. We shared an appetizer and a salad, followed by red velvet cake. Michael especially enjoyed the two Old Fashioneds he ordered (Bare Knuckle Bourbon, cane sugar, black walnut bitters, and burnt orange).

On Tuesday, we decided to walk to the Institute for Contemporary Art (ICA) at Virginia Commonwealth University, which was a few miles from the hotel. Our walk took us by the Virginia State Capitol, which due to ongoing renovation was surrounded by a fence that shielded the view of the front of the Capitol building. The Capitol grounds, however, were really pleasant and nicely landscaped.

Our route took us down Broad Street and when we got to the Arts District, I enjoyed seeing the colorful murals that were on many of the old buildings. This area was an eclectic mix of some new but mostly old buildings, that were primarily occupied by galleries, boutiques, and restaurants - with a few business offices thrown into the mix. Unfortunately, there were also a lot of empty storefronts, which seems to be a sign of the times.

ICA, our destination, is a non-collecting institution that showcases changing exhibitions. I found myself impressed by its modern building and spacious gallery spaces. I may have this wrong, but I believe there were three exhibitions on display while we were there. I especially enjoyed Gideon Appah's Forgotten Nudes, Landscapes.

On our return trip to the hotel, we decided to walk a different route and ended up on W. Franklin Street, which took us to the Richmond Public Library. The library was old-fashioned looking (in a good way), still housing a long row of wooden card catalog file drawers and old time lamps.

Dinner on Tuesday evening was at Casa Del Barco, a Mexican restaurant on the Canal Walk. Its decor made good use of all its empty liquor bottles. They lined the ceiling, stairways, and window ledges. We sat on its patio overlooking the canal. The food was good and Michael enjoyed his drinks, but my margherita was possibly the worst margherita I have ever tasted. It was like drinking what I imagine rubbing alcohol tastes like.

Following dinner, our walk took us to the James River Pipeline Walkway. The pipeline juts out from the riverbank with a metal catwalk resting on top of the pipe, which is under a railroad viaduct. To access the catwalk you have to climb down a metal ladder but it was well worth the effort. I found the area along the walkway really peaceful and in addition to the great views of the river's rapids, I saw several Great Blue Herons along the riverbanks.

On Wednesday, we took the bus to the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts to see the Whistler to Cassatt: American Painters in France exhibition. While I was wowed by the exhibition, I was even more impressed by the museum itself, which included collections from different periods from all over the world. There were also galleries dedicated to artwork and jewelry bequeathed to VMFA by Paul and Rachel Mellon. I must have mentally said wow at least 50 times as I walked through gallery after gallery. Visual overload at its best. I should mention that there was also a sculpture garden outside complete with fountains and nicely landscaped garden areas. Nicely done, VMFA!

Following the visit to VWFA, we spent an hour at the hotel pool swimming and enjoying the sunshine. We then had dinner at Capital Ale House, which was a short walk from the hotel. We shared bbq beef ribs, a few sides, and apple pie ala mode - all quite delicious.

Thursday was a free day of sorts and we planned to hike to Belle Isle, which is an island in the James River. Unfortunately, we discovered the pedestrian suspension bridge to the island was closed for repairs. Consequently, we crossed the Pottersfield Memorial Bridge instead and walked north on the Manchester Floodwall Walk. We sighted several birds in flight along the river that I believe were ospreys. After this walk, the rain that had been threatening us all morning got a little heavier and we headed back to the hotel, with a short stop at Dunkin Donuts along the way.

After a break, we ventured out again to check out the White House of the Confederacy on Clay St. in Richmond's historic district. Built in 1818, it was the main executive residence of Jefferson Davis, the sole President of the Confederate States of America from 1861-1865. From there we walked west on Clay St. to the Valentine, a museum that has been collecting and preserving Richmond stories for over a century. Too cheap, to pay the $8 museum entry fee, Michael and I were browsing the gift shop when we were approached by the museum's director, William (Bill) Martin, who asked if we wanted to see something special. He is a notable person in Richmond and was even on the TV show Mythbuster. What he wanted to show us turned out to be Edward V. Valentine's sculpture studio, which is housed in an old carriage house adjacent to the museum. The studio was full of several busts and figures of Confederate notables, including many of Robert E Lee. Given the current sensitivity about displaying Confederate war heroes, he was looking for our input on what we thought should be done with this collection. I suspect Martin has shown many other people Valentine's studio seeking their input as well. And in the end, I believe he will find a way to display these historical pieces in a manner that addresses the sensitivity to what they may represent to many people. Listening to him was interesting and I am glad that Michael and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I felt honored for this opportunity to visit Valentine's studio.

We opted to eat our last dinner in the hotel restaurant, where I am pretty sure Timothee Chalamet (or his clone) was tending bar. I selected a crab cake sandwich and a Long Island. Michael selected a salad with chicken and an Old Fashioned. We were just two old footweary travelers sitting in a bar reminiscing about all the things we had done and seen all week.

Friday we headed back to Ann Arbor.

There are a lot of little stories I left out in this summary and maybe I'll take the time in the next few weeks to write about them. But it was a good get-away and I'm glad we made the effort to go. Are we both a little wiser after experiencing not only today's Richmond but also our step back into Richmond's history? I hope so.

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Today is Mother's Day and belatedly I feel the generational shift that happened not only when my mother passed away, but also when Porter was born. Instead of it being my mother, her daughter "me", and her grandson Sean - it is me now, both mother to Sean and grandmother to Porter. I feel a great deal of love and gratitude towards Rose, not just for her love for Sean and also for beautiful little Porter, whose captured my heart.

Joe returned to Pittsboro yesterday. He stayed with Butch and April while he visited, but fortunately Michael and I were able to see him nearly everyday he was here. I enjoyed the walks; the visits to UMMA, Mowtawi Tileworks, and downtown Ann Arbor; and more. Simply put, I appreciate that when Joe was here, he got me off my butt and out of the house.

Michael and I leave for Richmond tomorrow. One of their slogans is "just southern enough." I guess I'll find out. Being born in North Carolina, I secretly want a tee-shirt with that slogan on it. It reminds me of Hawaii and the question of being "just local enough."

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Today was a chilly rainy day and I spent most of the day doing indoor activities. This morning, I did a few chores and worked on my annual photo book. Midday, I had a video appointment with my new doctor. It was nice to finally meet her and I like the idea that I finally have a doctor going forward. Following this call, Michael and I joined Butch, Joe, and April to go to the University of Michigan Museum of Art (UMMA). I've always enjoy visiting its galleries and have a few favorites. UMMA currently has an exhibition of Romare Beardon's work that I found especially interesting. His work reminds me a lot of Michael's painting style.

Monday, May 2, 2022

This morning I was in the middle of a workout in the basement and heard Kali yowling like the end of the world was coming. When I went upstairs to check on her, the yowling immediately stopped when she saw me. She looked at me as if to say, oops, I thought you went out and left me alone. We've been going to Chicago for a few days every six weeks to eight weeks this past year to see Porter and it makes me wonder if she's developed separation anxiety. This is speculative cat behavior analysis on my part with no clear solution. Our next trip is to Richmond for four nights and all I can say is poor kitty.

Ellen called last night with news she plans to share a rental home part of the year in Redmond with Cat beginning in June. This is in addition to her apartment in Tucson. She is also meeting up with her two sisters in June for an Alaskan cruise. I've known Ellen for more than forty years and am glad to see her enjoying her retirement.

I called Mother Nature to request sunnier weather and have been on hold for days.

Thursday, April 28, 2022

The death of my parents changed the Pedit family structure. When Mom and Dad were both still alive, we gathered for most holidays throughout the year. They were the common ground that brought us together. Now most of my siblings, particularly those with children, have their own family holiday traditions. This is a good thing but I admittedly miss the big family get-togethers. Consequently, I am planning to host a barbecue this summer (even though I do not own a grill). It will be interesting to discover who of my family members attend.

Michael and I each got our second covid booster yesterday. That's four vaccinations in approximately 14 months. Whew...

Sunday, April 24, 2022

Yesterday's temperatures were just about perfect and the prediction is for more of the same today. Highs for the upcoming week are only in the 40's and 50's so I plan to spend as much time as possible enjoying the summery weather while it's here.

Michael and I drove to Detroit yesterday to visit the parents of one of the women he coached several years ago. They sold their home in Ann Arbor twenty plus years ago and moved into a beautiful two-story home overlooking a marina that is about a block from the Detroit River. An added bonus is that they are only a mile from the entrance to Belle Isle. Michael got the idea to visit them when he noticed on social media that they were having a garage sale in preparation for a move to Colorado. It was very nice to see them and yes, we did come home with a few items from their garage sale. They invited us to visit them once they move and you never know, maybe we will. Michael has been talking for years about wanting to go to Hotchkiss, CO. He spent many summers there with his grandparents as a child and has many fond memories of visiting relatives, fishing and riding horses.

Since we were already in the area, we went to Belle Isle before returning home. We parked, walked a few miles, and I finally checked out the Scott Memorial Fountain.Some day I'd like to see it when the water is on as it's pretty spectacular looking. I looked it up when I got home and got a laugh at the description that it is a monument to a womanizing scoundrel. "Socialite James Scott was said to have been lazy, eccentric, a prankster and a real rapscallion."

Here's to more adventures (and sunny days)...

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Yesterday's snow event was a reminder that winter is not quite done with us. I, of course, ignored the weather reports and wore a flimsy pair of slip on shoes with no socks to run errands. Both my shoes and feet got completey soaked. An April fool in action. Oh well, at least I wasn't wearing flip flops.

With the exception of a Facetime call with the Chicago Lannin-Doves, Easter was a non-event. It was good to be able to at least see Sean, Rose, and Porter remotely. I was tempted to reach out and touch Porter's sweet little face on the screen but managed to restrain myself. She just finished her first full week of day care. Sean and Rose said it's been tearful at drop-off and it reminded me of how stoic young Sean was when I'd drop him off at the babysitter's home or day care on my way to work. It used to break my heart. He later started creating imaginary friends, which I suspect was a coping mechanism to address his own fears. Some day, I'd like to ask him if he has any memories of that period in his life.

Michael and I have our second Covid boosters scheduled next week on Wednesday. This is something I wanted to get done before traveling in May so the timing works out. Although I plan to mask up, it looks like the mask mandate has been lifted on flights, so I am glad we decided to get boosted. This is just another example of how much the pandemic has changed how I feel about being in close proximity to other people, especially strangers.

Getting another booster also brings back memories of all the vaccinations the military required our family to get before traveling to both Germany and Hawaii. Perhaps protocols haven't changed as much as I'd like to believe.

Friday, April 15, 2022

Another week, another Wordle loss... What is my world coming to?

Michael's appointment with our new primary care physician was today. I must admit feeling envious that he was able to get an in-person visit with her. And then he told me his blood pressure was 112/72 and I thought surely the universe is sending me a message. The doctor sounds nice, however, and I am looking forward to a future visit.

We are planning a trip to Richmond in May to see the Whistler to Cassatt exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Art. This will be our first time traveling by air since moving to Ann Arbor two years ago and it makes me a little anxious.This sounds strange but I feel like I am out of practice.

Saturday, April 9, 2022

I suffered my first Wordle loss yesterday and it made me a little skittish when I tackled today's word. Yesterday's word was one where I had four letters in the correct order and kept misguessing the second consonant - share, stare, spare. I believe the correct word was scare. Is Wordle a metaphor on life? To just keep trying, and if you fail, move on to the next challenge?

In the seemingly never ending Covid saga, I took advantage of Medicare's offer of eight free home Covid testing kits per month and picked up six tests from Rite-Aid yesterday. I thought about requesting the max number of kits monthly and stockpiling them for future use, but realized it would be wasteful because unlike toilet paper, the tests have expiration dates.

Last night, Michael and I met Butch, April, and Celina for dinner at Carson's American Bistro. I haven't seen Celina in months and it was nice catching up with her. She shared photos of her now 16 month old son Paul. I shared photos of Porter. I enjoyed the banter. It was a nice evening.

Thursday, April 7, 2022

PCR results were negative for Covid. This incident does have me thinking, however, about risk factors when hosting an event. Optimally all adults would be vaccinated and boosted and the weather would be nice enough for guests to mingle outside. But I am well aware that not everyone shares my opionion on vaccinations and at outside events a fair amount of guests prefer the comfort of being indoors. These are the thoughts of someone that wants to host a get-together at my home this summer. I find myself not wanting to exclude unvaccinated people but at the same time wondering if asking them to test and/or wear a mask is unreasonable. Also, would these precations be enough for other guests or parents with children? What would Miss Manners say?

In related news, I am planning to get a second booster now that they have been approved for us seniors.

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Because of my possible exposure to Covid, the clinic I go to requested I use their "isolation" entrance for my appointment this morning- basically it's their back door. My visit was uneventful in a good way, but I did manage to score a dematoligist referral (first available was on August 1) and a PCR Covid test. I do not have the results yet on the Covid test, but feel pretty confident it will be negative.

I have been over snacking on sweets the past 2-3 days. This is partially because we went grocery shopping and there are more goodies in the house than usual. But I also recognize signs of stress eating, something I know a lot about. My normal schedule is off kilter so I am hoping once I return to the gym and other normal activities, I'll re-adjust. I'm stuck at home until I get my PCR results but tomorrow is another day. And I know I can do better.

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Rose alerted us last night that one of her party guests tested positive for Covid post the event. I am hoping it is not one of the three people I spent most of my time conversing with. This morning's home test was negative and I will test again tomorrow morning before my long anticipated doctor's appointment (that I am determined not to cancel).

After seeing snowflakes the size of quarters fall from the sky yesterday, today turned out to be relatively warm and sunny. It's in the high 50's so not quite shorts weather, but pleasant nevertheless. I am sitting at the table on our back patio soaking in as much sun as possible. My last lab results showed my vitamin D level is low so I am hoping this helps a little. Any excuse to spend time outside...

Monday, April 4, 2022

I'm back... Our trip to Chicago to celebrate Porter's first birthday was enjoyable. Porter, as always, was a delight and spending time with Sean, Rose and Jackie was comfortably nice.

Michael and I spent Thursday touring different neighborhoods and asking ourselves if we could be happy living there. Evanston, with it's proximity to Lake Michigan and college town vibe is a big yes, but house prices are out of our price range. The more affordable Skokie seems acceptable and I believe I would be comfortable driving on my own to shop, etc. The neighborhoods close to the Forest Preserve didn't impress me but admittedly the access to walking and biking trails is a plus. I also, of course, like the area Sean and Rose live in for obvious reasons. After our excursion, we entertained Porter while Sean and Rose went to Midway to pick up Jackie, Rose's mother. This was followed by a delicious pot roast dinner, courtesy of Rose. It was bittersweet to hear the chatter between Rose and Jackie. It made me think about my own mother and how much I miss doing the "ordinary" with her.

Friday was spent prepping the house for Saturday's big event, which included a general clean-up and putting up party decorations. Michael also helped Sean hang shelving in the kitchen for their cookbooks - a feel good moment for me. I'm a bit of a softie when it comes to father/son moments. Friday afternoon, we headed to Logan's Square. Our first stop was Four Star Family Cyclery, where Rose tried out a few different models of cargo ebikes. I admired her gumption as she cruised around the block on each of the bikes. We then had a very pleasant dinner at the Chinese Friendship Restaurant. I beleive this was Porter's first indoor dining experience and she seemed to enjoy not only the food but the camaraderie of us all eating together - as did I. It was a reminder of how much I love our little family.

Michael and I decided to explore Portage Park Saturday morning. The park is about a half mile from Sean and Rose's house and has both indoor and outdoor pools, a playground, tennis courts, sporting fields, and walking paths. I can imagine Porter spending a lot of time at the park in the coming years learning to swim, riding her bike, and maybe playing soccer or tee ball. And I fantasize about being there to cheer her on. Party prep was in full swing when we returned to the house. Guests started arriving at 4pm and I suddenly found myself unmasked in a house full of Sean and Rose's friends, many I knew or had met before. And it felt surprisingly normal. I was relieved at how well the party girl handled the crowd and the noise. It was a lovely first birthday party. And it was definitely a happy conclusion to our Chicago trip.

Michael and I left Sunday morning. Fortunately, the drive home was uneventful. Kali is exceedingly happy to have us home - lots of purring, licking, and head butting (her, not me). I spent today doing laundry and a few other chores. Does it count as multi-tasking if I was also catching up on a few TV shows at the same time?

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Michael and I arrived safely in Chicago after a nerve wracking drive through blinding rain most of the way. It was particularly bad when we hit heavier traffic in the Chicago area. I was relieved not to be driving but did feel badly for Michael.

Porter is a year old today and its been nice to be able to interact with her. I'm always a bit relieved that despite not seeing her that often she seems fairly comfortable with us. Rose's mother arrives tomorrow. The next few days should be interesting.

Monday, March 28, 2022

I may need to retract my comment about it feeling like Spring. It has been f'king cold lately. I've ventured out to walk a few times only to retreat to the basement to bike instead. It's definitely not shorts and tank top weather.

Michael and I leave for Chicago in a few days. Covid test kits are on the kitchen counter in preparation for our departure - a pre-requisite for contact with Porter. We bought her a SmarTrike and a few other items for her birthday. I realize, of course, first year birthday parties are more for the adults than the birthday child. Porter's other grandma, Jackie, is coming from St Paul for her birthday as well and I am looking forward to spending some time with her. The first and last time we've all been together was at Sean and Rose's wedding four years ago.

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

It's definitely feeling a lot more like Spring. Plants are pushing their way up through the earth after their long winter dormancy, trees are budding, and temperatures are a little more moderate. I've long suspected that I have spring allergies and anticipate that when the trees start flowering next month, I'll experience allergy symptoms. My hope is that I am wrong.

On Sunday, I went to the Ann Arbor Orchid Society Orchid Festival at Matthaei Botanical Gardens with Butch. April is a Society member and was working at the information desk in the display area. I'm not an avid orchid lover but I do appreciate their colors and shapes.and went to take photos. I was a bit disappointed, however, with the photos I took. And while I'd like to blame the room and display lighting; I know better.

Porter's first birthday is a week from now and Michael and I are really looking forward to seeing her. It's hard to believe that she is already a year old. The relativity of time.

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

Temps reached the 60's today. I headed outside but did not take a walk as expected. Instead, I raked the leaves and other debris out of a few small planting areas - something I said I would not do for a few more weeks. But I was eager to see if the tulips and daffodils I've planted over the last two years were pushing their way up after our long cold winter. So far it is a yes to the daffodils and a no to the tulips.

I mentioned on Sunday that I was watching a few episodes of Dexter New Blood but had no plans to binge watch. Guess who stayed up late to watch the entire season. I was a little surprised that Dexter dies in the finale but it was a fitting end for someone who was directly or indirectly responsible for so many deaths, including his sister and wife.

Sunday, March 13, 2022

Butch mentioned a few days ago that Xfinity is offering a free trial period (which ends tomorrow) of some of its premium channels. It occurred to me yesterday that I could have been watching Dexter New Blood this past week if I had been more on the ball. I'm watching a few episodes now but will not be binge watching for hours as tempting as that might be. I have to admit, however, it's like visiting an old friend. I'm not sure what the attraction is.

Saturday, March 12, 2022

I have what I am pretty certain is dad's class ring from St. Mary's High School in Bay City. I am puzzled, however, by the inscription on the inside of the ring - it reads JAP, not JRP as expected. Butch believes dad used Anthony, which may be his confirmation name, as his middle name. I googled Saint Anthony to confirm it's a saint's name. It is but I am still left wondering why not use Roland, his father's name and his true middle name. This is speculation on my part, but I wonder if dad didn't use Roland because he felt that his father had abandoned him when he was young. I am sure there is a story here but it may be one I'll never have a definitive answer to.

Friday, March 11, 2022

Winter has re-emerged with snow and dropping temps. Meanwhile, I am having fantasies about being on a sunny beach.

Yesterday, a co-worker from my days at Internet2 (that I also consider a friend) dropped off a plastic bin full of McDonald's Happy Meal toys. Unfortunately, I missed seeing her. Before I moved to Hawaii, I gave her all the Happy Meal toys that I had collected over the years. The box she left me contained those toys and more. When I texted her later, she said that she thought I might like them for Porter. I've looked through them and I think when Porter is a little older she might enjoy playing with some of them. The problem right now is that they smell really musty from being stored away for so many years. Many are still in their original packaging. I am letting them air out but am considering storing them with an open box of baking soda to see if that might help with the odor.

Monday, March 7, 2022

News about Ukraine, especially the scenes of the mass exodus of women with children, is heartbreaking. I admire the grit of the Ukranian people as they defend their country against Putin's invasion. I fear, however, that despite their resistance, Putin will not stop until he gains control of Ukrania. Without NATO forces, it's just a matter of time. I hope that I am wrong.

On Saturday, Butch kindly invited Michael and me to go to the Toledo Museum of Art with him and April. I thoroughly enjoyed this outing. I especially liked an exhibit called Living Legacies: Art of the African American South, which had a number of beautiful quilts and other works on display. And apologies to the DIA, but I prefer Toledo's musem. Even though it's smaller, it has a well organized collection that can be easily navigated in a few hours. I am also a fan of the Flint Institute of Arts for the same reason.

Friday, March 4, 2022

The fitness center I go to lifted their mask mandate today. I think it was a test day for most - a fair amount of both gym goers and staff opted to remove their masks, but just as many remained masked up. I found myself on the fence. When I was on the upper level track, which was relatively empty, I felt comfortable enough to remove my mask but on the main floor I left it on. Based on this experience, I've concluded it's going to take me time to work out my feelings about mask use in public indoor spaces. I continue to lean, however, toward masking up in most.

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

I am an impatient person. I have to work at convincing myself that not everything has to be resolved immediately. Prioritization helps but there is always this nagging voice in my head to check things off an internal (also eternal) to-do list. And this is often about items related to activities that are months or years in the future. Or may never happen at all. As an example, Michael is talking about "possibly" moving to Chicago in a few years. He has been looking at houses on-line and checking out neighborhoods and parks; not with the intent to immediately purchase a new home but more to get a sense of what different neighborhoods in Chicago are like. And he seems to enjoy doing this research. Meanwhile, however, I am already worrying about and trying to work out both the financial and physical logistics involved in making a move.

I have joked about being a bit OCD and perhaps this is just another manisfestation of this disorder. On a small scale, it bothers me when pottery or wall art Michael and I have on display are off kilter. And yes, even the position of eggs in a half full carton cause me some pause.

Sunday, February 27, 2022

I just came back from a short walk around the neighborhood and sighed in relief that I managed to stay upright despite icy patches and potholes. When I walked in the house, however, I realized how stale the air in the house smelled after months of having the house closed up. So despite it being 37 degrees outside and having my thermostat set at 70 degrees inside, the back sliding glass door is open a few inches in hopes of getting some fresh air into the house. And I am looking forward to spring and warmer weather when I can open the house up more fully.

Saturday, February 26, 2022

After living in Hawaii for five years, two Michigan winters later, I've concluded I have too much downtime when it's too cold to spend extended time outdoors. Housework, paperwork, errands, exercise, and occasional socializing keep me somewhat occupied, but I need a project. I've considered quilting or pulling out my beading materials to make jewelry, but don't feel much enthusiasm for either activity. Which leaves me with a plastic bin of family photos and other memorabilia I've wanted to sort, organize, and/or scan, that I've put off tackling. Maybe it's time. Maybe all I've needed is to articulate this in writing because I am hearing a little voice in my head whispering just do it. Maybe I will...

Friday, February 25, 2022

I can't belive it is already Friday and it makes me wonder what, if anything, I acomplished this week. It turns out my biggest outing was to Ikea to purchase an inexpensive loveseat for my office. Ikea, however, makes it difficult to simply walk in and purchase an item. Instead, Michael and I entered a maze with arrows guiding us through several departments. Encouraging signs suggested "checkout " was on the horizon. Along the way we saw display spaces artfully showcasing how Ikea's furniture and accessories might enhance our home. I especially enjoyed the ones that displayed entire living spaces in small square footage. When we finally reached the check-out lines, we had a sense of accomplishment. We made it, phew. But wait, there's more. Strategically placed by the exit was a food counter providing much needed sustenance after the many miles we'd walked. After woofing down hot dogs, chips, and a soda, Michael and I finally headed to our car with a purchase - a small blue love seat for my office. Mission accomplished.

Monday, February 21, 2022

Dear Dad,

It doesn't seem possible that it has been seven years ago since you passed away. Sometimes, when I am with my brothers, their mannerisms or something they say remind me a little of you. I am not a religious person, but I hope that your beliefs brought you peace through your last days. I suspect you felt somewhat abandoned and for that I am sorry. I always enjoyed going out for Chinese food with you, Mom, and whatever family was around and am thinking I'd like to get the family together and go out again in your memory. Maybe your birthday? I miss you, dad.

Love, Sugar

Sunday, February 20, 2022

It's a winter wonderland - beautiful blue skies and snow, snow, snow...

Our taxes were filed a few days ago and I am trying to have faith in the software the accountant uses. Due to my natural paranoia, I did the taxes myself as a check using free on-line software. The federal return numbers matched perfectly but there was a difference in the outcome with the Homestead Property Tax Credit on the state return. The accountant's program had us qualifying; the software I used did not. I have to remind myself that the firm I use does taxes professionally. And to have faith.

Thursday, February 17, 2022

I feel like it's the calm before the storm. Warmer temps and rain have led to a big snow melt. Our neighbor's backyard has become a big pool of muddy water. We also have water pooling at the lowest points along the fence line in our backyard. And winter continues to hover - temps are dropping, the wind has picked up, and snow is expected. I remind myself that winter does not last forever. Can spring be far behind?

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Sean, Rose, and Porter arrived in Ann Arbor from Chicago on Friday evening for Michael's birthday. Their drive here was not without drama - they had a flat tire near Michigan City, IN. A wait for road service ended up with Sean purchasing new tires before getting back on I94. Despite this delay, we had a lovely weekend and Michael especially enjoyed having our Chicago family here to celebrate his birthday weekend with him. Butch and April joined us for a dinner Saturday night that included several of Nanu's local recipes - beachcomber ribs, chinese noodles with vegetable, macaroni salad, rice and fresh pineapple. And a chocolate cake, of course! I have to admit that despite hours of prep and cooking, I enjoyed making dinner for everyone. Sean, Rose, and Porter left to return to Chicago Sunday morning.

I find that moments like this weekend are somewhat bittersweet. The ability to interact on a personal level with Sean, Rose, and Porter takes on new meaning. Ordinary moments like playing with Porter, talking or watching TV with Sean and Rose, or just being able to hug them are made more special by their infrequency due to the miles that separate us. I love my little family more than words can describe.

I finally made a very over-due in-person doctor's appointment. My newly assigned PCP (due to the death of my regular physician) was booked through August. The same was true of another physician I've used in the past and like a great deal. When the scheduling person offered an appointment with the only doctor available within the next six weeks, I responded with sounds good. I looked him up afterwards and learned he just finished his residency, which may explain why he had appointments available. I'm not sure if I will request he be my PCP as I'd really prefer a female doctor, but I plan to keep an open mind.

"I don't want to live the wrong life and die." - A Station Eleven quote that resonates with me.

Sunday, February 6, 2022

I am sitting in our family room with my legs propped up on an ottoman. The room is not quite warm enough to feel comfortable except for the spot on my legs currently covered with a stretched out sleeping cat. Not wanting to disturb her, I find myself gazing out at our snow covered backyard and it looks like how you think winter should look. A blanket of white covering nearly everything with blue skies for contrast. The only wildlife that is evident are a few brown squirrels doing a balancing act on the tree branches and the occasional splash of red from a cardinal in the shrubs along our fence line. And I think to myself that today would be a good day to take a walk along the river or in the woods.

The plumber came Friday afternoon and Michael's pent up stress diminished as the water flowed easily down the kitchen drain. There's an analogy here that I haven't quite figured out how to put into words. This repair involved the plumber climbing up on our icy, snow covered roof to clean out the drain from a pipe up there, that until recently I never knew existed. Hopefully this will be our last drainage issue for a while. The first one was a sewer back-up into the basement in November. A reminder not to store anything of value directly on the basement floor.

Kali just got up and headed to the kitchen for a snack. Maybe I'll do the same.

Thursday, February 3, 2022

Today brought more snow and a very stressed husband (and not from snow removal). I heard a lot of expletives today. Our kitchen sink has been draining slowly and Michael took another stab at unclogging the drain this afternoon. Unfortunately, it doesn't drain at all now. Michael tried calling the plumber only to get a recorded message that their office was closed due to the weather. Thankfully, it wasn't too terrible doing the dishes in the very tiny sink in the half bath.

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Snow is falling, gently falling, from a sky of gray. I believe we have about four inches of accumulation so far, with more snow predicted overnight and through tomorrow. Michael cleared snow regularly throughout the day and I suspect tomorrow to be a repeat performance. He seemed to enjoy being outside. He said it was quiet and the physical activity felt good.

I happened to glance out our front window this evening and spotted a huge rabbit on our front walkway. It's amuses me how much pleasure I get from seeing wildlife in our yard. But it also makes me wonder where the neighborhood rabbits live.

Friday, January 28, 2022

When I woke up this morning, I was thinking about how much I missed the sounds of the birds outside our bedroom window early mornings in Hawaii. And then, as if on cue, I heard the chirps of a single bird outside the window. Despite the freezing temperatures, ice, and snow, this little bird welcomed the day with its tiny song. It's far too early for spring but it fills me with hope.

On another note, I read my horoscope yesterday and could swear I heard the opening chords of the XFiles theme song playing in the background. Your interpretation of a subject is also a subject. How you see things is also how you see you. And there's no action you can take now that won't point to what's in your heart. Say what?

Thursday, January 27, 2022

While I was walking with my brother this morning, he mentioned an incident that happened when he was young. Dad sent him to his room and told him to not come out until he figured out how to tie his shoes. This was in the days before Google but he apparently muddled his way through and was allowed to leave his room. My brother's memory, however, makes me wonder how many other "dad" stories my siblings have about similar incidents. Dad mellowed out quite a bit after he retired but growing up he could be a real bastard. And for all I know, he may have considered that a compliment.

I called to schedule my next year's annual eye exam and when asked who my PCP is I learned my doctor died a few weeks ago. He had been my doctor for several years and I considered him a good man. The last time I spoke to him, he was being treated for cancer. It makes me sad that he did not survive.

Monday, January 24, 2022

As I laid in bed in the wee hours this morning, with the covers over my head to protect myself from Kali's razor sharp claws, Kali purred away comfortably above the covers on my face. It occurred to me that if I died in my sleep, I would be defenseless and could be found with cat scratches covering my face. I also had the thought that it would be interesting if there was a way to capture a person's last thoughts before they died. Although in my case, my thoughts would be something like, "I hope Kali doesn't scratch my face up."

It's been snowing steadily. There's a certain beauty and quietness to snow covered everything that I appreciate, but I still prefer being somewhere more moderate. Midwest winters can be a harsh reality. Rose has commented more than once about how difficult frigid temperatures make it to spend time outside with Porter. And the ongoing pandemic, makes it even more difficult because you don't want to risk her health by taking her into public places. I sympathize with both her and my two nieces that also have young children. And to think I had only planned to comment on the snow...

Sunday, January 23, 2022

I regret not venturing out today. It was cold but clear and sunny. I believe the fresh air would have felt good. Instead I read the newspaper, worked on the Sunday crossword puzzle, and caught up on a few missed episodes of the Book of Boba Fett. As an aside, I will admit to having a slight girl crush on the character, Fennec Shand.

I intentionally put off taking care of a few financial chores until after Christmas. One was to open a safe deposit box. I gathered my documents and made an appointment to do so last week only to find out that effective December the bank is no longer offering box rentals. If I had known, I would have opened one weeks ago. If nothing else, it's prompted me to be more diligent about taking care of business.

Saturday, January 22, 2022

I had an ophthalmology exam yesterday that included optic nerve imaging. The results, which were later posted to my health account, indicated borderline SUP and full MRW. I do not know what these terms mean but the ophthalmologist indicated the test was used to detect glaucoma. I didn't actually see the test results until I got home, but I find any test result in the "borderline" range a bit concerning. The ophthalmologist did not provide much information while I was there and I wasn't in the know enough to ask questions. Part of the problem is that he never made an effort to establish any kind of rapport - he did not make eye contact with me and in fact had his back to me most of the time as he typed in the visit report. He looked young and I suspect it's possible that he graduated recently. He was so focused on the technical and reporting aspects of his job, that it seemed like he forgot he was dealing with another human being.

Following my appointment, Michael and I stopped for lunch at Zingerman's. We sat on their enclosed outdoor patio, which was surprisingly warm. And I enjoyed my barbecued beef entree and Long Island Ice Tea.

Thursday, January 20, 2022

The past few days have been spent catching up on house chores. I've also started organizing paperwork in preparation for tax time. I am hoping that over the next few weeks, 1099s, etc. show up either on-line or in my mailbox. I've decided to use the same firm that filed our taxes last year, although I suspect I could do them myself. Unlike the 2020 tax year, 2021's reporting looks straightforward.

I just read a contentious Facebook exchange between one of my nieces and her brother. She, like many mothers, is careful when it comes to protecting her young children from Covid. He maintains she is persecuting him for not being vaccinated by not allowing him to spend time with her children. He has gone as far as to call her a Nazi. I continue to shake my head when I hear or read exchanges like this.

Monday, January 17, 2022

Michael and I have been in Chicago since Friday afternoon and will be heading back to Ann Arbor today. It's been a nice few days and I've enjoyed the time with Sean, Rose, and Porter. We celebrated a belated Christmas on Friday opening gifts, and it was fun to watch Porter exploring her new toys and books. Saturday night, Michael and I watched Porter while Sean and Rose enjoyed an evening at a friend's birthday dinner. There was a bit of a struggle when it was Porter's bedtime, but she eventually succumbed to Michael's cradling arms and soothing voice and conked out. As did Michael. Last night, however, she was determined not to sleep, but finally exhausted herself after extended protests and crying. I wish I could say she slept peacefully through the night but she woke up every few hours to announce her displeasure at finding herself alone in her bed. The past three hours have been quiet as Porter, Sean, and Rose catch up on much needed sleep. Oh, and Michael too...

Sean and Rose's new home gets a lot of natural light and is inviting. The portion of the kitchen that is finished is really nice and the refinished hardwood floors all look great. They still have piles of boxes throughout the house that need to be unpacked, which include a large collection of books that are waiting for shelves to be built. I suspect it will be another 3-6 months before everything is sorted and in place. Fortunately, however, their living and sleeping spaces and the kitchen are usable. And for me personally, I'm not only happy that they have their own home now, but also that they now have a dedicated guestroom for future visits.

Monday, January 10, 2022

It just occurred to me that I am closer to age 90 than I am to age 50.

I went to the fitness center with Butch this morning - my first visit in four weeks. I walked three miles on the track. Butch, on the other hand, walked two miles, then biked and lifted weights. I believe I am the slacker in this scenario.

A family member texted, "it is what it is," this morning regarding an issue she is currently dealing with. Her comment made me realize how much we accept in our lives. And while this makes me feel sad, she is right. It is what it is.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Me seven years ago as I was leaving Michigan to move to Hawaii: "I will never live in a cold climate again." Me on my second Michigan winter since moving back to Ann Arbor: "What the fuck?"

Michael and I finally left the house for the first time in two weeks to go grocery shopping. Meijer, surprisingly, was not very busy. And it was good to see that most shoppers were masked up. I am not sure if this is indicative of anything, but the few unmasked people I saw tended to be middle aged white men. I also noticed that Meijer seems to be experiencing some supply chain issues on a few items, like pepper jack cheese, bread, and cream cheese.

Butch dropped by yesterday to show me how to change my worn-out outlets. It didn't look too difficult but I noticed it took some hand strength to use the pliers to create hooks at the end of the wires. Something I am not sure I have. I really appreciate all he does for me and Michael. When we were in quarantine, he brought us lunch one day and inari a few times.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

Mom would have celebrated her 91st birthday today. Her last birthday (2014) was celebrated at Steve's Family Dining in Livonia. Butch and I took her and Dad out for lunch. I remember ordering kielbasa and sauerkraut, which actually sounds pretty good right now. Sometimes it was a pain to take her and Dad out, but I would give just about anything to be able to do it one more time. And Mom, I'd gladly let you "sneak" food off my plate. Happy Birthday, we all miss you so, so much.

Saturday, January 1, 2022

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been. - Rainer Maria Rilke

I look at photos on social media of friends and family celebrating the holidays and they all look like they are having a lot more fun than Michael and me. We haven't left the house in days due to my pal CoVid (my attempt at humor).

I am spending a quiet day at home today working on finalizing last year's annual photo books. The photos are all in place but I am still adding captions and editing text - a process I struggle with. Putting it simply, I am not a writer. The thoughts and feelings are in my head but transferring them to paper is another matter.

My sincerest wishes to all for a happy new year...