2026

September 24, 2026

As I prep plants for the great indoors, I find myself wondering if a few have outgrown their pots. Roots are creeping outside the water hole. I read though that some plants do better with crowded roots. I am staring at my pepperomia and may need to consult Dr. Google.

Butch, Tricia, and I joined Kathy this morning in Brighton to sign some legal documents. Afterwards, we walked down Main St. to find a lunch spot and noticed signage and window displays referencing Stars Hollow and the Gilmore Girls. Apparently Destination Starz Hollow has become an annual event in Brighton. And this years event includes an opportunity to meet a few stars from the TV series. And much to my amusement, Tricia is well-versed in Gilmore Girls trivia. Who knew?

I walked to the rec center this morning and the turkeys are back (or perhaps they never left?). Three swooped out of a tree in front of me, which gave me a bit of a start. Their landings were a bit clumsy but I can't say that I've ever regarded turkeys as particularly graceful birds. I also found myself crossing the street to avoid walking too close to them. I don't know if they attack humans like geese do but I have no interest in testing this out. My suspicion is that they would have ignored me as I suspect living so close to humans as made us a bit less threatening.

September 23, 2026

Not enjoying these cooler days. And this is just the beginning. I have started rearranging furniture to create space for plants that will be wintering over in the house. Michael has already brought in his crotons and his hibiscus, which he put in the front window of his music room. It's supposed to warm up a bit next week. I'll probably tackle checking my outdoor plants for bugs and washing pots before bringing mine in. I also have tulip bulbs to plant.  

When I was in college, I used to rewrite my lecture notes for foreign students in some of my classes.  This was before copy machines. I used carbon paper so I could make more than one set. I don’t remember how it started.  I recall, however, that you could also buy class notes at a store that sold used textbooks, that was on the corner of University Ave and King Street.  I suspect they were probably more comprehensive than mine. And they were typed.  But mine were free.

I washed a few area rugs today and the washing machine loudly protested before shutting down because of an uneven load. I have a top loader and find myself wondering if front loaders experience the same problem with heavy bulky items.

In preparation for cataract surgery, which has not yet been scheduled, I have amped up eye drop use so my eyes are less dry.  My watch reminds me every two hours to apply drops. It's a bit of a pain but I see the necessity. I am reconciled that I may never shed tears again. It baffles me, however, because emotional crying uses lacrimol glands, which is different than the condition that causes dry eye. Dry eye results because one's baseline tear film lacks oils. Stay tuned for other medical tidbits.

September 22, 2026

Sean posted this good news a few days ago. "Tomorrow is my first full day at my new job, Art Director at Seven Sea Entertainment. I’m pretty excited to take this on, and jump head first into manga publishing. After 15+ years, my time as a full-time freelancer comes to an end. I loved the experiences I had, and the work I got to do, but I never found stable footing. I’ve never been good with change, but I’m ready for this one."  I am not sure how his first day went yesterday but I am proud of his perseverance over the past fifteen years freelancing. And wish him the best with this new endeavor.

I received a response to a note I sent to say goodbye to Jolie. She is ending her life later this month after fighting a losing battle with cancer. It hit me that these were the last words we would ever exchange with each other.  And I cried inside, wishing my damn eyes could produce tears because  it’s hard to cry without tears. My sincere condolences to her spouse John and siblings Byrne, Andrea, and Holly.  My heart is breaking, but I am relieved that Jolie will finally find peace.

I debated posting Jolie's response, but this is what Jolie said to me. "Sugar. I know we would have liked each other. I long have admired you and respected your seemed calm along life. You were a stand out in our entire family to me, someone who made me happy to think about. If it is possible to miss someone in the afterlife, I will certainly miss you."   I had no idea.

September 21, 2026

I broke today and turned the heat on. The family room is feeling warmer.  And I am thinking what a wimp I am as it is in the 60's. Tonight temps are supposed to fall into the 40's, however, so I am not regretting my decision.

Kathy and I enjoyed the Bacon Brothers concert. I don't like their music enough to download  an album, but listening to live music has an energy to it and I enjoyed the concert. It was also a nice way to spend my birthday evening. We ate dinner at a restaurant in Goshen called Hoppers, and not surprisingly the decor was frog themed. Frog legs were on the menu. A pass for both Kathy and me.  But they did make a decent long island.

Saturday morning Kathy drove in a blinding rain storm to Chicago. We hung out with Sean, Rose, and Porter for a few hours. Kathy then headed to visit her friends in Evanston, who were making her a pot roast dinner. And Sean and Rose took me to Laschet's Inn for a birthday dinner of German food. Gotta love knockwurst with mustard and very tart red cabbage. And then it was home for Rose's homemade haupia cake, which easily rivaled (or dare I say surpassed) Zippy's cakes for moistness and coconutty deliciousness.

Kathy and I returned  to Ann Arbor yesterday (Sunday). I felt terribly guilty watching Kathy's white knuckle driving through Chicago's traffic in pouring rain. Visibility was zilch. Unfortunately the deluge continued until we were mid-way across  Michigan. At times, I wondered if we might need to pull over and start building an ark. We then picked up Milo from Butch and April's house. He was snuggling with April when we arrived and we were told he enjoyed zipping around their large backyard.  A big thanks to Kathy for organizing this weekend and for doing all the driving, in the rain, boom, boom, boom (A reference to the Ants go Marching chorus: And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain.  Boom, boom, boom!

This weekend, I looked at Porter and did the math in my head. How many birthdays I might get. How much of her story will I be here to see. It makes me hold every moment tighter. She tells me I will live to be 100. I know I can’t have forever with her, but I want Porter to have forever of me. Whatever form that takes. This is what being a grandma feels like.

September 18, 2026

HBTM, HBTM, HBDS, HBTM....

Kathy and I are headed to Indiana today to go to the Bacon Brothers concert at the Blue Gate Theatre in Shipshewana. I have intentionally not listened to any of their music in advance as I'd like to be surprised. We plan to eat dinner beforehand to celebrate my quickly advancing age.  Tomorrow, we head to Chicago. I will visit Sean, Rose, and Porter. And Kathy has plans to have dinner with friends in Evanston. We will return home on Sunday. Butch and April have kindly agreed to care for Milo while Kathy is gone.  So busy, busy, busy! More later!

And then I received this text from one of my old neighbors in Niu Valley.  "Prayin for your health and happiness from Niu Valley. 2 hurricanes later am walkin past your old house seeing building permit for adu. Your old front door walled off. Initial shower tree 🌳 preservation alas chopped. 100% private 5’wall. Mango 🥭 tree lives! 😢 missing your smile. 😃 we all move on. Aloha! Elaine "   And I was touched that Elaine thought of me.

September 17, 2026

Some thoughts on the cusp of my 76th birthday…

I have come to realize that I have never had  the talent or passion many of my loved ones have. Michael and Sean express themselves through art. Rose expresses herself through creative writing.  Bern was once avid about photographing volcanic activity, and his writing has a descriptive poetic quality. Joe takes amazing photos of sky events, his travels, and now community events in the Pittsboro area.  I am a jack of many trades, but a master of none. Most of the time I am okay with my mediocrity, but occasionally I am disappointed with myself.

I believe that the older siblings in our family, especially Bern, Butch, and I, think about our mortality more these days. I was talking to Butch last week and he pointed out that dad lasted till  age 86.  Not bad for a man with his health issues. And we can’t help not making comparisons to our own current health issues. For this reason, I believe Butch and I, and I will include Kathy also, find ourselves at the county recreation center most mornings walking the track, working out in the weight room, and taking classes to improve our balance. Whether we make it to 86 or older is an unknown, but I like to think we are making the effort to at least remain mobile for as long as possible.

This is something I have always known but I just want to say how remarkable my mother was.  From outward appearances, especially in her older years, she appeared scattered. But she was a survivor. She was laser focused on raising eight children, instilling in them good values, and doing her best to make sure they were fed and clothed, despite very limited resources.  And I think she instilled some of that grit in me. For that, I am grateful  to her.  She was also a bit of a wanderlust, a quality I recognize in myself. I love roadtrips. And standing on the edge of a canyon, mountain ridge, or ocean at sunrise or sunset has provided some of the most spiritually meaningful moments in my life.  There is a restless quality to my soul.  

A favorite verse from Simon and Garfunkel’s America….   Kathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping.  I'm empty and aching and I don't know why. Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike. They've all come to look for America.

I don’t know what lies in my future. Except that my hair will get whiter, my joints achier, and my movements and thought processes slower.  And it looks like I will make it to age 76 tomorrow. 

September 16, 2026

I had an eye appointment this morning. Several tests were performed and measurements taken to prepare for cataract surgery in the near future. It will be good to check this off my list. I have noticed changes in my vision in the last few years that have impacted my ability to drive at night and do beadwork or sewing that requires the ability to see tiny stitches or thread small beads. I have also been instructed to be more diligent about addressing my dry eyes - eye drops every two hours and an application of gel at bed time. Also of note is that the surgery I had while in Hawaii to lift my droopy eye lids apparently has failed. My right lid especially is impacting my field of vision.

Sean and Rose asked me if I'd like to go to a steakhouse for dinner to celebrate my birthday - saying they always felt badly that they took Michael to one when he visited without me. Usually when I am there sans Michael, we eat at casual or fast food restaurants. I suggested I might like to go to a German restaurant  since Michael will not be with me. Rose made reservations and I am looking forward to knockwurst and red cabbage Saturday night.  Ich kann es kaum erwarten zu essen!

September 15, 2026

Kathy and I received a note from John, our cousin Jolie's spouse yesterday. She has been battling cancer for some time and her quality of life has deteriorated over time. An excerpt from the note we received follows: "The upshot of all that steadily worsening quality of life has been her extraordinarily courageous decision to stop further medical therapy for the cancer, transition to palliative care only through hospice and pursue a dignified ending to her life through the Medical Assistance in Dying (MAID) program in Vermont, which is available to non-residents of the state under Act 39. A doctor in Vermont has agreed to take Jolie on as an end of life patient and we will be meeting that doctor and a hospice team in the Burlington area on Sept 9th. A death doula in Vermont is helping us with all other logistics. From there it is a 15-day process to a second appointment with that doctor and the final decision to have the end of life medications prescribed and formulated for use. Jolie's prospective date for taking that end of life medication is Tuesday, Sept. 28th."   

I admittedly mostly knew Jolie as a young person I used to babysit in the 1960's. Any other memories I have of her are through social media posts and an occasional email.  But I still feel a kinship with her and admire very much her decision to end her life on her own terms, with dignity. It would be wonderful if all states offered programs similar to the MAID program in Vermont. I personally hope that if I ever find myself with similar health issues, that I have the courage and the means to make an end of life decision for my own self.  Go gently, Jolie. I will be thinking about you on Tuesday, September 28th.

September 12, 2026

It was sobering to rewatch footage from September 11, 2001 yesterday. Watching the planes hitting the World Trade Center Towers, followed by their collapse brought back a lot of memories from that day twenty-five years ago. And the worry I felt for Sean over concerns that Chicago might also be a target.

And I realize that I write this blog because I cannot pray.

September 10, 2026

Michael's phone, driver's license, and a charge card fell to the bottom of the Huron River yesterday while he was coaching  from the launch. Canceling the charge card was the easy part. We spent this morning at a Secretary of State's office applying for a replacement driver's license, followed by a visit to Xfinity to reactivate his old phone. Monetarily, he took a big hit as he eventually will need to replace his phone with a newer model. Lesson learned - he is keeping his valuables in a fanny pack or other secure location, not his pocket, while coaching going forward. The river also claimed his car keys several years ago.

Someone posted the following on social media and it struck a chord with me. I'll preface these borrowed words, with a big apology to anyone I have caused pain to. Words do hurt. Nobody apologizes anymore, they just disappear and call it moving on. Accountability died somewhere between pride and ego.  People would rather lose someone than admit they were wrong. We’ve normalized walking away instead of working through it. Communication became optional, ghosting became the standard response to discomfort. Even closure isn’t guaranteed anymore, people just leave you questions and call it self-care. Growth without honesty isn’t  growth, it’s just avoidance wearing a better outfit.  And in the same vein. Accountability is becoming rare in a world where disappearing is easier than admitting you were wrong. Real growth isn’t avoiding uncomfortable conversations—it’s having the courage to communicate, apologize, take responsibility, and repair what you can. Walking away may protect your peace, but honesty is what gives closure. Growth without accountability is just avoidance dressed up as healing.

And on a more humorous note, someone posted this.  I think that my virginity is growing back.  A little research revealed it's a famous quote from the TV show "Friends."  

September 9, 2026

In the news today...  It is Rose's birthday. My annual mamogram was this morning. It is raining  And (drum roll) Kathy and I visited a handful of neighborhood city parks, followed by breakfast/lunch at Benny's. 

And with the anniversary of Kali's death coming up on the 17th, she has been in my thoughts. I miss the sounds of her nails clicking on our hardwood floors. And the sounds of her purring. And much much more.

September 6, 2026

Kathy's family get-together to celebrate what would have been Dad's 98th birthday went well. My culinary efforts to create perfect pancakes, not so great. Feedback was they were good but perhaps a little thick. Michael thinned out the batter and took over midway much to my relief. I enjoyed seeing everone and it was good to catch up. I do think Lucky missed Porter - they always have a good time together at family gatherings. Fortunately Joel kept her company. He seems to be a good older brother.

At some point conversation turned to the Covid pandemic. I discovered that at least four family members are vaccination adverse. One described long term side effects from the covid vaccine. He also mentioned having covid multiple times. I am not a medical expert but I found myself wondering if some of his long term issues might be related to having covid multiple times?  That said, I have been getting covid vaccinations every six months since the vaccination became available, with no issues  that I am aware of. I have an appointment for one in a few weeks. And a flu shot. I am a believer.

I also have a mammogram scheduled on Wednesday.

September 5, 2026

Michael and I went to see the three-hour-long movie, The Odyssey, last night in IMAX. Following the movie, I found myself comparing it to my memories of the Homer version. Which I suspect I read in college 55 plus years ago, so admittedly my memory may be faulty. One difference, for example, was that I always imagined Circe to be a beautiful seductive goddess with magical powers. In the movie, she was depicted as a somewhat unattractive rugged isolated witch. Regardless, the movie was well done and I enjoyed it very much. Spoiler alert - Odysseus does not die when he finally returns home.

The rain finally seems to be over. Michael helped Kathy with a few yard tasks today - one was cutting up a branch  that fell in her yard as a result of the storm. She is busy prepping for tomorrow's Pop Pop pancake birthday breakfast. We set up the gas griddle today - oiled the surface and made sure it worked. I plan to go over about an hour before family arrives to do a test run so we can figure out temperature settings. This may be our last family get-together before Christmas as neither of us have current plans to host Thanksgiving. It's supposed to be a nice day so I am hoping to spend as much time as possible outdoors. Fall is in the air.

Our big outing today included both Target and the "no longer" a Dollar store. Found some cute Halloween stuff. That is if you consider a Christmas tree shaped pile of skulls with crow on top cute. It lights up.

September 4, 2026

Tornado warning alerts flashed across the screens of both my phone and the TV yesterday evening. While I was taking a shower in our basement bathroom, the skies darkened with torrential rain and wind. I emerged into different world on the main level of our home after the relative quiet in the basement.  Winds were strong enough to lift the umbrella on our outside table, with the then rogue umbrella damaging plants in the pots outside the sliding glass doors of our family room. A few plants on our back patio also suffered some damage from the rain and winds. Thunder and some rain continues. At 7am, it is usually fairly light. Not so this morning. I've delayed going out but will eventually venture out to assess damage and take a walk. Wearing my raincoat, of course.

This is one of my favorite Winnie the Pooh songs about a blustery day. 

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down in rushing, rising riv'lets. 'Til the river crept out of its bed and crept right into Piglet's. Poor Piglet, he was frightened with quite a rightful fright. And so in desperation, a message he did write.  He placed it in a bottle and it floated out of sight. And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down. So Piglet started bailing.  He was unaware, atop his chair, while bailing, he was sailing. And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down.  And the flood rose up, up, upper.  Pooh, too, was caught and so he thought, I must rescue my supper. Ten honey pots he rescued.  Enough to see him through. But as he sopped up his supper,  the river sopped up Pooh. And the water twirled and tossed him in a honey pot canoe.  Rain, rain, rain came down, down, down.  When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down.

September 2, 2026

Butch, Kathy, and I payed homage to what would be Dad's 98th birthday by going to Bangkok Chinatown Cuisine for lunch. Which as its name suggests, offers a mix of Thai and Chinese food. I ordered chicken satay, which had been marinated in coconut curry. Michael tried a few bites of my leftovers and said it tasted funny. I guess he won't be suggesting we eat there in the future. King Shing continues to rule.

I am starting to get birthday offers from businesses - so far both Ikea and Macy's have sent me $10 vouchers and Culvers a coupon for a scoop of ice cream.  At this rate, not much of a shopping spree  is in my future but I do appreciate the offers.  

I rather miss mornings at the rec center. I've been walking a few miles daily but it's not the same. The rec building reopens on the 7th. It will be good to get back to working out. I'm feeling soft.

August 31, 2026

I am weary of being wary. I find myself overly cautious and often fearful in certain scenarios. Last week, I watched the partial lunar eclipse. Despite standing in the street in front of my own home, I was uncomfortable by myself in the darkness. Recently, I walked through Sylvan Park and considered walking through the woods but did not because I was fearful of who I might encounter. I do not like feeling this way. I am also wary of being weary. A topic I will cover another day.

The lunar eclipse, by the way, was beautiful.  It was a partial (covering roughly 94% to 96% of the moon's surface) and peaked at 12:12 am (08/28/26). As I was standing in the dark street in front of my house, I found myself wishing I had Joe's photographic skills to capture the night sky.

Kathy, Milo, and I made a stab at visiting Ann Arbor's city parks last week. But with more than 160 parks on their park list, I suspect this will be a timely project. We  managed to visit Bandemeer, Arbor Hills, Bird Hills, Olson, and Foxfire. Most I had already been to during my years of living in Ann Arbor, but they were new to Kathy. I did discover getting a printed street map of Ann Arbor that shows parks and other landmarks is challenging. I finally sent an inquiry to the City Parks Department and much to my surprise was directed to a park office in Cobblestone's barn, and they had maps.

The heat index is supposed to hit 100 degrees this week. Which is hard to believe as today was a bit rainy.  So I guess it's too soon to put away the shorts and tank tops.

I spoke to Ellen today. She updated me on some genealogy stuff she discovered about our family on Mom's side. And she believes her New England ancestors knew our New England ancestors (with the unfortunate last name of Hooker).  I also learned Cat is going with her work team to Anaheim in a few weeks on behalf of Nintendo.  Very hush hush.

August 23, 2026

I am trying to enjoy what is left of summer by spending as much time as I can outdoors. And with the rec center closed the next few weeks, I plan to explore parks in the area to get much needed walking miles in. Kathy and Milo hopefully will be on board. Milo joined our family about five months ago and has been a good addition to our Metropark Trail Challenge Team. And I believe will enjoy exploring Ann Arbor's parks as well. 

I purchased a Rumi themed baseball jacket for Porter. She is a big fan of the Demon Hunters so I believe she will like it. Kathy and I plan to spend a night in Chicago in mid-September, so will give it to her then. Grannies have to be good for something.

Kathy is having a wine & cheese get-together with one of her neighbors this afternoon. Butch and I were also invited. Hoping it won't feel awkward as I do not know her neighbor. But also realize that I need to leave my comfort zone occasionally. I give Kathy a lot of credit for how well she networks with others. She knows  more of her neighbors than I do on my street, she talks to everyone at the rec center, and does a great job keeping in touch with family members. 

August 19, 2026

Today, Butch, April, Kathy, and I headed to the Detroit Water Garden, a new and the first ever Metropark located inside the city of Detroit. It is riverside with views of both the Ambassador and the Gordie Howe bridges. It was nice to see  that a number pf people were out walking and enjoying the trails in this new park. Visiting this park was one of the bonus challenges in the Metropark Trail Challenge we have been participating in. And puts us in the top tier of people who have earned all possible badges. Can you tell, we are enjoying this activity?

On Sunday, when we were at the Lake Erie Metropark, I noticed a park bench with this inscription on it: Should we lose each other in the shadow of the trees, I will wait for you. I found it very touching. And was a little surprised to learn later that it is from a line in a Bruce Springsteen song - If I Should Fall Behind.   

Michael is coaching again at Skyline HS. I have a lot of respect for people who give their time to teens - especially 78 year-olds who could be chilling at home. He has also been spending a lot of time on the river since purchasing his outrigger canoe. You can take him away from Hawaii, but you can't take Hawaii away from him.

I purchased a small solar powered bubbling bird bath about a month ago but have seen very few birds visit it. It's location is  right outside our family room which may not be optimal to attract birds. I have, however, seen a few squirrels use it as a drinking fountain. Which makes me smile.

I am loving the summer weather and will miss it as we transition into fall.

August 18, 2026

It's done. And I ate a pancake. And an egg with bacon.

August 17, 2026

Colonoscopy prep consists of drinking 128 of something abbreviated PEG. Eight 8oz glasses this evening, the remainder early tomorrow morning. By the sixth glass I found myself saying things like "you got this girl, keep going." I think getting it all down tomorrow morning is going to be tough. But I also like to think I can be pretty tough. My gut is making a lot of crazy sounds, And I am hungry. Procedure is at 11am; hoping to be eating again by 1pm.  

August 16, 2026

Butch, April, Kathy, and I went to Lake Erie Metropark this afternoon for their The Magic of Monarchs event. I was amused to discover, we were the only attendees. Molly was great and i think I have a better  understanding of the secret life of butterflies - particularly monarchs. Did you know that males have small raised black spots on their hindwings and females do not? Or that the physical act of shedding caterpillar skin to form a chrysalis takes only about 5 to 15 minutes. I had thought much longer. 

I start colonoscopy prep tomorrow. Lemon jello is made. I tried to eat lightly today in hopes of easing into tomorrow's clear liquid cleanse. Bon appetit!

August 15, 2026

Since returning home from Chicago on Monday, I have accomplished a few things.

Butch, April, Kathy, Milo, and I finished visiting 13 Metroparks after a marathon day on Thursday. We started the challenge in June and earned 20 badges each searching for challenge related kiosks along trails - some were short walks from parking lots, while others found us asking if we were on the right trail. I believe a few of us may be directionally challenged as we often checked our phones to determine which direction was east, north, etc. only to find the kiosk around the next turn. Milo gamely followed our lead. or were we following his lead?  We are now trying to earn bonus badges and are going to an event at Lake Erie Metropark tomorrow. If we complete at least three bonus challenges, we will all be sporting some spiffy park T-shirts this fall.

Kathy and I have also been busy earning badges by playing the Ann Arbor District Library Summer Games. Oh, the places we have been and the things we have seen.  It's a fun activity and for Kathy who is newish to Ann Arbor, good motivation to visit a few museums and parks.  This activity ends in a few weeks, and we are talking about trying geocaching next. There is also an Ann Arbor park challenge to visit all 160 city parks that has peaked our interest. 

It is hard to believe but school starts soon, and for Michael that means he will be coaching again. I am sure he does it for more than the little money he earns, but if asked he will say there are still a few items on his "toy" list he'd like. One of which is a new guitar.

My birthday is coming up next month. And although I can't say that I have ever listened to the Bacon Brothers music, I plan to go with Kathy to their concert on my birthday in Indiana. The idea of a road trip is appealing and I am sure the concert will be a hoot. Who doesn't like Kevin Bacon?  I originally considered pushing to go to Saugatuck but didn't feel Michael had much interest. Or at least he's not said anything about my birthday to me. He's got a lot going on right now and seems preoccupied. But then, he's always been a private person - only sharing a little when it suits him. I believe that it's called quiet reticence. And i am okay.

I am hoping to get in at least one more trip, however, before winter shows its teeth. Maybe Thanksgiving in Pittsboro?  

August 10, 2026

We are home. And I was surprised to see Porter crying this morning at the news that we were leaving, despite it being discussed last night. Before going to bed, she asked me if I would still be here when she woke up this morning. I said yes but also informed her we were going home after she went to day camp. Life goes on and there will always be future visits.

August 9, 2026

Sean, Rose, Porter, and I went to a Farmer's Market at Jefferson Park today. Michael opted to stay back to work on Sean's overgrown yard. Porter and I spent a lot of time on the playground. I did  browse the stalls, however, and purchased a square knotted cord bracelet with a butterfly on it, which Porter immediately claimed for herself. I bought it primarily because I like looking at how others design, make and finish off bracelets. I've adapted some of their techniques in my own efforts. 

We ate lunch at Jollibees, which I have never heard of but their specialty was chicken,  Then back home. Porter and I read books, colored on my iPad, and drew and colored a Pikachu picture. Sean made fried rice for dinner out of their plentiful leftovers. 

We return home tomorrow.  

August 8, 2026

Today is the anniversary of Mom's death. It's hard to believe it has been twelve years. Joe was with me when Mom took her last breath and then there was silence. If Michael and I hadn't traveled to Chicago this weekend, I would have attempted to go to the Big Boys in Livonia. Mom and I (any I expect other siblings) enjoyed lunch with her there many times over the years.. Still missing her...

Porter and I have been busy coloring on my iPad and working our way through a sticker activity book I purchased for her a few days ago. My observation about the activity book is that despite it being geared to her age group,  it requires the ability to read the instructions on each page. But perhaps the point is that it is an activity to do with your child. And we did have a nice time doing the different activities on each page.

Rose went to a friend's birthday party today. And because Michael was feeling a bit out of sorts, Sean, Porter and I went to a small family run Mexican restaurant for dinner without him. Followed by ice cream at the Dairy Queen. I ordered a vanilla cone. Porter ordered chocolate ice cream  with sprinkles. Sean ordered a cherry slushie float, which Porter, after tasting it decided she wanted to trade. Another convert to Dairy Queen slushie floats has been born.

August 5, 2026

My doctor told me at my May appointment it was ok to take my Mounjaro on Wednesday, the day I normally take it. The colonoscopy guidleines say to stop taking it seven days prior to the procedure - which is on a Tuesday. I contacted her to confirm whether I should take it or not. This was her response. And I am glad I double checked.

Thanks for double checking. You are correct that I said it would be ok to take the dose on Wednesday at your usual time, since as I reviewed the research and guidelines on this during the visit, taking Mounjaro 6 days before a colonoscopy is unlikely to affect the success of the bowel prep for the procedure. However, as I am reviewing the U of M specific colonoscopy prep guidelines now, I do see they recommend holding it for a full week prior to the colonoscopy, so would err on the side of caution and skip your dose on Wednesday 8/12, and then resume your usual dose on Wednesday 8/19. This is more for the sake of following our institution's guidelines in case they have strict limits on this - I would hate for their schedulers to say we have to move back the timing of your colonoscopy because of not following their guidelines to the T. 

Michael has been fretting all week about purchasing an outrigger canoe. He met with the David, the seller, today at Gallup Park, gave the boat a test run out on the river, I wrote David a check, and it is now stored in our garage. At 20 feet in length, it "just" fit. Boys with their toys.

And I have come to realize that I am disposble to perhaps half of my family members. If I died, I wouldn't be missed. This comment is more a reflection of my deficiencies, not those of my family.  And for this I am sorry. What is it the Brits say? Keep calm and carry on.

August 4, 2026

Silence is more than the lack of noise or words. It is often just the opposite - the loudest sound in the room. I am listening to it now. It carries an inescapable message. Words that are left unsaid speak volumes.

I saw a tiny grey mouse on the patio today. It was darting from one hiding place to another. And I thought better outside than in the house.

Kathy, like Lazarus, has risen from her bed. She says she is tired but needs to keep moving. I respect that.

Part of the prep for my upcoming colonoscopy includes discontinuing drugs in advance of the procedure date.  As a consequence, I am taking my Mounjaro a day early this week so that I won’t need to skip my dose next week.

Just  went to Trader Joe’s with Kathy. I believe I may be addicted to their Hot Honey Popcorn. It  is onolicious. 

August 3, 2026

Two weeks from now I will be prepping for a colonoscopy. Oh joy...

Today, Michael and I went to Briarwood to check out the Apple Store, which recently relocated to a larger space on the east end of the mall.  Nice, very nice. And I think I am closer to buying a Neon. We also checked out the new Dick's store and Harvest Market. I would consider shopping at Harvest - prices seemed slightly higher but the store is super nice. They also have a lot of Michigan made products on their shelves.  I especially liked their instore restaurant. It included outdoor seating, a lounge area, fireplace, and a bar. And burgers with fries started at only $7. Yes, we ate lunch while there.

Kathy is still struggling to get over a virus we suspect we were exposed to at the family reunion. Butch, April, Sean, Rose, and I also felt ill for the better part of a week. Large gatherings always carry a risk, I suppose. No idea who may have been ill if indeed the reunion is the source.

I added another turkey feather to my collection. But did not see any turkeys on my walk to the rec building this morning.

July 31, 2026

I try to sit outside for at least an hour each day. Sometimes I read, Sometimes I just sit or lay down and absorb the summer heat. I listen to music some days. Other days I listen to the birds, the insects, the sound the leaves make when there is a breeze, the traffic on US23, and today airplanes - not jets. In an hour's time, at least five planes flew overhead. It's logical that there is air traffic as the Ann Arbor airport is only about five miles away, but I couldn't help but wonder where they were going or returning from.

Today's past time also included me thinking about songs I'd like family to play when I die - realizing Michael and Sean have their own song selections or would prefer no songs at all. So far I rather like Expecting to Fly by Buffalo Springfield and weirdly Keep the Streets Empty for Me by Fever Ray. I should add a note to my estate plans.

Michael and I went to Ann Arbor Slows for dinner last night for the first time. Our wait person was regrettably not very vested in providing service to us. Of note, the restaurant was not busy. We waited a long time for service, order was taken, drinks delivered, and after another long wait, food delivered. We were missing an item that she apparently forgot about. She never checked on our table - instead spending her time chatting with the bartender. Not impressed.

After dinner, we checked out Kerrytown's Gallery Nights Art Hop, which I did enjoy. A few galleries that are normally by appontment only were open. And while it wasn't quite like Honolulu's First Friday Art Walks, which was bigger and always ended with a stop at the Hawaii State Art Museum, it was nice to see how many people were taking advantage of a pleasant summer evening by visiting the galleries and other businesses that were participating. Our last stop was Found, a shop in Kerrytown, where Michael was pleasantly surprised to find a treasure trove of art supplies.

We are trying to plan a future trip to Chicago to see the "kids" and may try to go the weekend of their block party, which happens in September this year.  They have a lot of hispanic neighbors so a Mariachi band may be in our future. And margaritas. And maybe even dancing. Ole!

July 30, 2026

I woke up this morning feeling pretty normal for a change. I went to the rec center, walked a few miles, and worked out in my strength and balance class. All good. This must be what "on the mend" feels like.

I also put my proverbial foot in my mouth this morning. There is a woman in our exercise class that often talks about her autistic son. Today, she joined Kathy and I on the track and was talking about her family and I asked her where her son lives now. Only to learn that he passed away from Covid during the pandemic, while living in a group home. He was in his 30's. And I thought about how difficult it must have been for her, as his mother, to lose her son.  While we all experience trauma in our lives, the loss of a child ranks pretty high. And as much as I dislike ending on a sad note...

July 27, 2026

I don't do sick well. I keep pushing myself to get things done, when what I really need is cough syrup with a touch of codeine that will knock me out. And then Kathy calls and asks if I want to go to Arby's and I say hell, yes. It's useless to fight. They got the meat. I could be running a temp of 101 degrees, and I'd still say yes.

July 26, 2026

I shouldn't listen to Leonard Cohen and Mazzie Starr in the wee hours of the morning. Melancholia settles on me and with it a sense of longing and loneliness. All I need now to complete this moment is to hear a mournful train whistle in the distance. Perhaps, what I really need is human touch. 

I know I am likely indulging myself, but I've noticed when Porter visits, she wakes up early and joins me, sometimes for 2-3 hours before the rest of the house wakes up. And I feel like there is an emotional empathy between us. We are quietly together for a time. 

It is finally light outside. "The birds they sang at the break of day. Start again I heard them say. Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."  - Anthem, Leonard Cohen

July 24, 2026

The doe appeared on our patio at about 9pm last night. I was startled to see her as she usually visits our yard early mornings. Spiritually deer represent the power of staying soft-hearted and alert in a demanding world. Symbolism aside, our visitor is beautiful. There is a quiet strength in her presense.

I spent some time today catching up on paperwork and making appointments. It's fairly important to my peace of mind to have some control in my life. Acknowledging also that many factors are out of my control.

I found two beautiful striped turkey feathers this morning, and as I added them to my growing collection of feathers, I found myself taking stock of all the other things I collect. Pottery, wooden bowls, artsy ceramic pieces, glass ornaments, tiles, framed artwork, and more. And if you add on craft and needlework supplies - beads, cords, yarn, thread, and fittings fill my office shelves and drawers. One never knows when one may get an urge to create something.

July 24, 2026

Butch, April, Kathy, Milo, and I visted four Metroparks today: Lake Erie, Oakwoods, Willow, and Lower Huron. We are participating in the Huron Clinton Metropark Challenge and walked about 5 miles overall to find the park kiosks that are part of the challenge. We have six more locations to visit. I believe Milo likes being part of our team - he eagerly joins our searches to locate park kiosks and seems to have unflagging energy. Fortunately, today was not overly hot.

We rewarded ourselves with dinner at the Sidetrack in Depot Town, as they allow dogs on their back patio. Much to Kathy's chagrin, a  french fry our wait person dropped while serving us caught Milo's attention. And after eyeing it through-out dinner, he claimed it as a treat as we were leaving. His doggy persistence paid off.

Admittedly, my feet hurt...

July 22, 2026

Today is clear and coolish. A welcome relief after last week's heat and smoke. 

Kathy and I took Milo to Parker Mill County Park this morning. He enjoyed sniffing trees, rocks, and walls as we made our way from the Geddes Road parking lot to the Geddes dam. Kathy reported that when Milo got home, he was exhausted. 

We also went to Meijer today to purchase a cleaning kit for the Blackstone griddle we purchased for the reunion. Guess what we came home without. We were so busy looking for items that were part of their 7 for $7 sales, we completely forgot. Oops.

July 21, 2026

Everyone who traveled to Michigan for the reunion made it home safely. Kathy drove Holly to the airport early this morning at about 4am. And it wouldn't surpise me if Joe left even earlier for his drive back to North Carolina.

Kathy and I compared notes and we both washed towels and threw out food today. I also cleaned bathrooms, watered plants, and reorganized the kitchen shelves housing paper plates, cups, and plasticware. There are always house related chores in queue, however, so this just a start.

Kathy and I headed to City Hall today to drop off our ballots and pay our property taxes. We then visited U of M's North Campus to visit two sites that were part of the library's Summer Games. In the process we walked through the Art and Architecture building, which is where Bern spent time as an art student. I also realized that the Penny W. Stamps School of Art & Design is in the same building. I've had an interest in going to the Stamps Gallery, which I later discovered is on South Division in downtown Ann Arbor. 

Garbage pickup was today and I just realized I forgot to throw out the leaf lettuce in my fridge. With the cyclosporiasis outbreak still a concern, I am not taking any chances.  I have enough digestive issues already.

July 20, 2026

The days leading up to yesterday's reunion included two trips to the Ann Arbor Art Fair (Fri-Sat). Smoky conditions and/or heat pervailed. I, who often have a difficult time spending money, made purchases on both days. I added another pottery piece to my Kris Craven collection, and a wooden box that caught my eye. Both made by Michigan artists.

Family in the Ann Arbor area also got together on both Friday and Saturday evenings to eat take-out Chinese and pizza. Which included, of course, a spicy Mediterranean from Cottage Inn, a favorite, especially with the boys. It was nice to see family.  And the addition of Joe, Holly, Cat, Sean, Rose, Porter, and Ellen (briefly) made it more special.  

Yesterday's 2026 Pedit Family Reunion was well attended. In addition to Holly and Cat,  all four McShane cousins (MaryAnne, Paul, Bruce with wife Hilda, and Earl), and Arden attended. I wish Bern had been able to make the trip as well, as his absence was felt. Especially when the Pedit siblings gathered for a group photo.  Reserving a Kensington Metropark shelter worked out well - Kensington is centrally located for attendees, with plenty of space. Smoke levels were low and temps were cool enough for a light-weight jacket at times. Restrooms and playground equipment were nearby - a bonus for both us old folks and the little ones, as well. I enjoyed seeing everyone and it was nice seeing our next generation of cousins socializing. Who knows, maybe in 25-30 years, they will have a family reunion of their own. That said, I may have just chuckled to myself.

As always, when we gather, Porter and Lucky seemed to have fun playing together. Lots of giggling. 

While Cat spent a lot of time with us, I didn't see Ellen that much this trip. She spent Saturday, with her friend Chris. And while I am not certain what she did yesterday, I suspect she may have rested a bit. This past year has been rough for her health-wise - multiple surgeries, and more.  She and Cat dropped by briefly last night to say goodbye. They return to Washington today.  Cat indicated she might possibly return to join the Pedit madness in December, as we normally gather for Christmas.

In addition to Ellen and Cat, Sean, Rose, and Porter are also leaving for home today. Holly and Joe return home tomorrow. And we will all return to our routines. And I will find myself, not planning an event. Which means I will probably look for a class or other activity to amuse myself.  Although Kathy and I are still playing the Ann Arbor District Library Summer Games. And if you add Butch and April, we still have a lot of parks to visit as part of the Metro Park Challenge.

I am eagerly looking forward to the next chapter in this book we call life.

July 16, 2026

Canadian wildfire smoke has returned. And today Detroit ranked in first place as having the worst air quality across the whole world, according to IQ Air. The sky is hazy. The sun looks unnatural - like an orb above an alien planet. The Ann Arbor Art Fair closed early today because of air quality issues. And Forestbrooke's pool did not open at all. I am hoping the next few days bring some relief.

I hope Kathy doesn't mind me mentioning this, but she slipped yesterday and hit her head. I took her to the emergency room at about 10pm.  A CT scan confirmed that there was no brain bleed and after several hours of waiting we returned home at 3am this morning. Her after care is to use Tyenol to treat head pain from the fall. 

Holly arrived this morning after missing not only her initial flight but also her rebooked connecting flight out of Washington yesterday. Twenty-six hours later...  She is staying at Kathy's home. I like her.

Butch, Joe, Michael and I headed to the Flint Institute of Arts this morning primarily to see the M.C. Escher: Infinite Variations exhibition. It was worth the drive. Escher's work is genius. I have said this before, but the Flint Institute of Arts is one of my favorite art museums. They have a solid permanent collection and the flow through the galleries works well.

We ate lunch at the Torch Bar & Grill in Flint before heading back to Ann Arbor.  I guess it might be what people call a dive bar, but it was pretty decent for a bar tucked in an alley in downtown Flint.  And I enjoyed reading the prolific graffitti posted on its bathroom stall walls. "I was scared of this bathroom but at least it's not the Epstein Files."

Dinner tonight was at the Jalisco Mexican Restaurant and Cantina in Saline. Decent atmosphere and food. I am not sure what is on tomorrow's agenda. Motawi Tileworks or the Art Fair are possible options.

Cat and Ellen arrive tomorrow.

And I am ending this post with an Escher quote. “We do not know space. We do not see it, we do not hear it, we do not feel it. We are standing in the middle of it, we ourselves are part of it, but we know nothing about it.”

July 13, 2026

Michael got a nice photo of our visiting deer this morning. He happened to be on the patio when she passed through our backyards for her morning buffet.

The excessive heat is back. And no surprise as it is just in time for the Ann Arbor Art Fair. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate...  It looks like temps will be lower on Sunday (81 high) but there is also a 24% chance for rain.  Not bad odds for a decent reunion day.

July 12, 2026

I cancelled Bern's plane ticket today after he confirmed with Kathy that he would not be travelling to Michigan for the reunion. Kathy mentioned that he may have a fractured knee from a fall he experienced some time ago. I am glad to hear he is finally having his knee looked at. And I wish him well. 

The reunion is now officially less than a week away. And I am happily looking forward to spending time with Holly and our McShane cousins.  There is still no word from Arden and Caroline, but one can always hope. Holly arrives on Wednesday. Joe is also arriving on Wednesday, I believe. A confluence of Pedits...

"If minutes were kept of a family gathering, they would show that “Members Not Present” and “Subjects Discussed” were one and the same." —Robert Breaults

July 11, 2026

Whenever the quiet gets too loud...  I heard that phrase today and it describes something I've felt for a long time.

I met a German couple in Saline today and despite knowing some German, it seemed presumptuous of me to attempt a conversation.  So I babbled a bit in English before saying goodbye.

Kathy and I got short summery bobs today. Coco Chanel said, "A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life." I doubt very much a life change is in my future, but my head feel lighter. So there is that.

I bought a small solar fountain and it's interesting to watch it's gurgling wane as the light dims in the evening, eventually to nothingness. It's as though it sleeps at night and wakes again in the morning.

I am watching Hamnet, It is sad.

July 9, 2026

Enamel pins Sean designed for the reunion arrived today. They are really nice. 

We are experiencing a bit of rain today. I took advantage of the cooler temps to season a portable griddle in the garage. And it was hot out there. When the griddle cools down, I plan to wipe down the cooktop as the paper towels I was using left little pills on its surface.

A surge of cyclosporiasis, an intestinal illness caused by the parasite Cyclospora cayetanensis, is spreading across Michigan. Butch mentioned this morning that he and April have been suffering its "symptoms." Without going into detail, it sounds unpleasant. And it's giving fresh fruits and veggies a bad rap.  I've been more diligent about washing produce before ingesting as a result.

Kathy and I went to Kerrytown yesterday. The Farmer's Market was in progress. Kathy and I especially enjoyed a store called Found. Their byline is "an unexpected collection." The store sells a lot of work by local artists, plus a collection of jewelry, gifts, art supplies, stationery and home décor. I believe one could easily browse their displays for several minutes and not get bored.  Which we did, by the way. We also trekked to the WSG Gallery, which is a few blocks away from Kerrytown.  I especially like the paintings and drawings by Nora Venturelli and book art by Barbara Brown. Barbara Brown's "books" made me wish I could pick them up to look at the pages more closely.

I seem to be yawning a lot today - a nod to my bad sleep habits.

July 7, 2026

While there is no official start date for middle age, I believe Sean is in this middle stage of his life. He celebrates a birthday today. And if you ask me how I feel about being a mother to a middle-aged man, I might say old. But also as his mother, I am proud to have a son that is smart, talented, but most importantly kind. And he is an incredibly patient, gentle father. Happy Birthday, Sean!

I made the difficult decision a few days ago to no longer share my blog with the public. I've given a few people access. I'd like to give a few more, but one needs to have a gmail account. I did this to protect myself, but also limiting access may make me feel more open about sharing my thoughts.

It's hard to believe the reunion is only 12 days away.  Except for perishable food, we are pretty well set.  I plan to post an attendance list in the near future, after Kathy and I call a few relatives to confirm attendance. Currently, Holly and some of the McShanes have confirmed. 

July 5, 2026

I woke up to a rainy morning - not a passing shower but pounding rain. 

Last night, I did not walk down to our community pool to watch the fireworks. They started after 9pm and Michael had already gone to bed. And putting on shoes suddenly seemed like too much work. I could partially see the fireworks through a gap in the neighbor's trees and for a noncommercial event, the diplay was impressive and lasted over an hour.  And practical me wondered how much the neighbors invested in these pyrotechnics.

I am hesitant to post this but I am already in troubled waters. My brother critiqued me about my need to be more thick-skinned after reading a post I made a few days ago. I pushed back (he's right, I am not thick-skinned) and now I am an insensitive insulting jerk. The irony is that my angst on Friday was a reaction to my concerns about something he said earlier about how traumatic he expected this trip to be for him. Concern about him followed. And in a moment of weakness, I responded to his critique negatively. I should have kept my feelings to myself and thanked him for his concern. I am kind of glad right now that only a few people read my blog.

"When you're weary, feeling small. When tears are in your eyes..." -Simon & Garfunkle

July 4, 2026

Happy 4th of July!  Evening has come and It is starting to sound like a war zone. I am trying to decide if I want to walk down to the pool to watch the neighborhood's fireworks when it gets dark. It would be by myself, which is a factor.

July 3, 2026

The hot weather finally broke tonight with a big thunderstorm. Power has gone off briefly a few times due to strong winds. I suspect, however, that our lawn and plants are doing a happy dance after days of heat.

Despite my best efforts to keep a positive attitude, I found myself briefly close to tears this morning over reunion responses. Words like apathy and negativity from family come to mind. Perhaps I am just bad at this. As Kathy often tells me, "Suck it up, buttercup."

Michael took me paddleboarding this morning. We launched from Gallup Park. It was nice to get out on the river.  There is something about the feeling of weightlessness while floating and slicing through water, I can see why Michael loves it. “Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.” – A. A. Milne

July 2, 2026

The heat continues. I am grateful our home is cool. I do find myself  more sympathetic to the squirrel that hangs out on our front porch. In addition to a bowl of water, I bought a bag of peanuts today and mixed it in with sunflower seed hearts and some other grains. He/she happily munches away a few feet from me when I am on the porch reading. 

Reunion RSVPs from family other than siblings is disappointing. Hopefully, I will hear from a few more relatives in the next few days. I believe we waited too long to do this. Ten to twenty years ago, family members would have been younger and healthier. I can't turn back time so here we are. I am determined to be a good sport, regardless. And my reunion tank top showed up today. Hot dog anyone?

Kathy and I went thrifting today. I found a platter at Salvation Army that was a good size and depth for a bird bath, but Kathy noticed it was carcked on one side. And not bird related, I spotted a miniature Day of the Dead themed cabinet with small paintings and other objects that I had to talk myself out of. It was damn cute. We also visited the PTO Thrift Shop. I found a few items for Porter including a jewelry box and a science kit. Kathy found some excellently priced serving pieces including Dole Plantation shot glasses.

Well, stay cool...

June 30, 2026

It hit me yesterday that the reunion is less than 3 weeks from now. RSVPs are slow coming in but this event is a go, no matter what. Too much time, effort and money has been invested. And I am not loving hearing people say,"You should ...."   Where were you and your ideas three months ago?  I am looking forward to an opportunity to spend time with family I haven't seen in years. And I am hoping for a drama free event. Let's be kind to each other.

I went to the Post Office today and encountered a very rude postal employee. And was amused when the survey appeared on the payment screen and she scrolled by it quickly so I could not select the unhappy face. 

I have decided I want a bird bath with a little fountain in it.  I think I may be able to make my own if I can find a bowl that is fairly large in diameter and use a ceramic pot as a base. Kathy and I checked out Home Goods, Ross, and Goodwill today. Salvation Army may be next.

Kathy took Milo to Puppy Day Care this afternoon. I am not sure he liked it but the staff member Kathy talked to seemed to think he did pretty well for his first visit.  His only issue was getting humped by another dog, which resulted in the other dog being put in a time-out.  Which I find hilarious, with apologies to Kathy and Milo. Other than the humping incident, Milo's experience reminds me of a child's first day at a new school. You are trapped in a room with a bunch of kids checking you out, and feel overwhelmed. But Mom is gone.

June 29, 2026

A deer has visited our backyard before 7am the past two mornings - the first day it was along the back fenceline. Today it was more brazen, as I spotted it on our back patio and we made eye contact. And I spotted it a second time, about 30 minutes later. And yes, it is looking for food, as it was grazing on our hostas and day lilies. I am aware that this isn't desirable, but I still find myself fascinated by its presence. And I suspect I will be on the lookout early mornings going forward.

Despite the heat, Butch, April, Kathy, Milo, and I headed to both Kensington and Huron Meadows Metro Parks to look for the kiosks that are part of the Metro Park challenge. We took plenty of water and only struggled with one trail. Milo seems to enjoy being part of our challenge "pack."  It amuses me that he cries when one of us separates from the group to use the restroom. Wait, where are you going? 

Heat index in Ann Arbor is 100...

June 28, 2026

Seemed warmer today than its been. The pool was also packed with kids and Michael abandoned his efforts to swim laps.

Kathy and I worked on a few library badges today - two at the downtown library and one at the Kelsey Museum of Archaeology. And we stopped at Cherry Republic to buy jars of cherry goodness to use as reunion raffle gifts.  And of course, we ate way too many samples. I felt a little sick walking to the car.

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." — Russell Baker

June 26, 2026

Picked up an 80 bottle pack of water today from Sam's Club to keep reunion attendees hydrated. Purchases also included BBQ chips to keep me happy.

I have been flitting from one unfinished craft project to another. I hit a block, get frustrated, lose whatever joy I was getting from the activity, and just move on. I am hoping the separations will get me motivated to pick the projects up again in the near furure. Currently looking at two unfinished bracelets and a tile project that still needs gluing. I also have a few thank you cards to write, but I attribute not having them done to not being in the right mindset to craft a letter.

A heat wave is expected to start on Monday, bringing a four-day stretch of potential 90-plus-degree temperatures to much of the state. I am not sure what is worse - ten below or ninety plus temps. I personally will take the heat. But I do have a/c in my house and there is a swimming pool at the end of my street. 

Not sure what dinner plans are tonight. Wouldn't mind something other than a burger or sandwich if we go out.

June 24, 2026

Elizabeth shared an article on fat shaming on Facebook today. And while I finally have my weight under control, I used to weigh about 40 pounds more than I do now. And recall the hurtful comments about my weight - some from strangers. And it pains me that anyone has to endure any form of shaming about their appearance.

Unrelated but related - I also read an article about phantom fat. It occurs when you lose weight, but perceive yourself as having a larger body.  I still find myself automatically selecting clothing sizes that are too large for me. 

It's happening!  Sean has done the reunion design work, ordered enamel pins, and posted a link for reunion apparel. Butch rented a van to haul eveything to Kensington. Kathy and I purchased a portable grill. The picnic shelter is reserved. And a request for RSVPs went out yesterday. And Kahy and I have started a pile of  reunion related items including paper products, plasticware, cups,  nametags, handwipes, bug spray, and much, much more. I laughed when Michael asked me yesterday why there were cans of baked beans stacked in the back of our family room. And I expect the pile to grow over the next few weeks. I am grateful to family members that have offered assistance - financially or otherwise. It really does take a village.

June 19, 2026

A few Porter related items. I was amused to hear Porter tell me more than once during our Hawaii vacay, "You're old, you are going to die."  I just smiled and agreed with her.  Also she got pressured by one of the girls in her YMCA day camp this week to give up her much loved Hello Kitty Hawaiian mermaid plushie (which I bought for her at ABC) in exchange for 2 Pez candies and an offer of friendship. I am pretty sure her swindler must have read the kid's picture book version of the "The Art of the Deal."

Michael received bad news at his dental appointment yesterday At age 78, his dentist recommended getting his wisdom teeth pulled. A procedure I am glad I had done in my 20s. He has a consultation with an oral surgeon in July. I am sympathetic. Michael says he wants to be knocked out. I don't blame him.

Sean finished the artwork for the enamel pins, we are ordering for the reunion. And expects to also send me the design work for the tee shirts this weekend. I hope to send out a request for RSVPs within the next few days as well.

Kathy and I are still on track for the AADL Summer Games. We collected the Broadway to Argo badge this morning. And much to my surprise, on our way home from Dinner at Frasers, Michael drove through a few neighborhoods looking for yard signs. Twenty-three signs/codes later...

“The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man”. ― T.S. Eliot

June 18, 2026

Kathy and I entered the codes from the last two library branches today. Nearly all Summer Games badges from last week challenge have been earned. The next drop is tomorrow. We need to coordinate with Butch to start working on the Metroparks Trail Challenge next. He seems to be busier than usual lately, but I am hopeful we can get together soon. I enjoyed hanging out with him and Kathy last summer visiting the various metroparks.

I have decided to hold off on purchasing a new laptop. I am unable to charge my laptop using the top port, but the second port seems to be working. So while, the charging issue persists, I am okay with the work around. Who knows, maybe Apple will come out with something new.

My leg rash is finally clearing up. I still feel itchy but wonder if it's psychological.  

I am watching the opening ceremony for the Obama Presidential Center. Listening to Obama speak is a very different experience than listening to Trump. He is not only eloquent, but also gracious about the contributions of his family and others. “There are people in the world who think only about themselves. They don’t care what happens to other people so long as they get what they want. They put other people down to make themselves feel important. Then there are people who do the opposite, who are able to imagine how others must feel, and make sure that they don’t do things that hurt people. So, which kind of person do you want to be?”  ― Barack Obama, A Promised Land

June 17, 2026

Yesterday was a bit of a daze for me as I dealt with jet lag tiredness. Despite my lethargy, I managed to walk a few miles and attend my exercise class at the rec building. Kathy and I also visted three library branches and UMMA to earn badges related to the AADL's Summer Games. Followed by two loads of laundry and dinner prep. 

Today was a bit more laid back. After working out at the rec building, I vacuumed the house and tackled much neglected paperwork. A call to Binson's revealed that my order for diabetic testing supplies is lost in the abyss. I also made a mammogram appointment, paid bills, reviewed our Hilton invoices, updated my bank register, and sorted paperwork that accumulated while I was away.

Apparently, Marilyn broke her ankle today. Surgery pending. I wish her well, as recovery can be a drawn out ordeal. Hopefully, her family will step up to help her.

And finally a big thanks to Rose. I complimented one of her bathing suits last week and she sent me two suits of the same style, which she says were deeply discounted at Old Navy. I may now own more suits than I do shorts.

June 15, 2026

Our flight landed this morning at about 5:15am. Kathy picked us us and after dropping off luggage and Michael, we grocery shopped at Meijer. We found many shelves had not yet been restocked but I was able to pick up a few staples, fruit, and veggies. I returned home to find Michael sleeping. I unpacked and did the first of what I expect to be several loads of laundry. I also discovered my laptop was only charging sporadically.  This led to an appointment with one of the geniuses at the Apple Store. He wasn't able to detect what was causing the issue but offered to send it to their repair center. I found myself considering a potential cost of $300-$400 to repair my 5-year-old computer versus a $600 cost to replace it with a NEO. Given the age of my laptop, I am leaning toward buying a new one. Being a practical peson, however, I am waiting a few days in hopes that maybe the charging issue will miraculously resolve on its own.

Dinner at AOKI Teppanyaki Saturday evening was fun. It was entertaining watching the meal being prepared at the table - the chef performed fork and spatula acrobatics while cooking steak, seafood, and shrimp in front of us. 

Yesterday was the 54th anniversary of our wedding and also our departure date from Hawaii. The Millers picked us up from the Hilton at 9am and took us to brunch at the Outrigger Canoe Club, which by the way was delicious.  We were also treated to the sight  of two adult monk seals with their pup on the beach. What could be be better than beautiful ocean views, excellent food, and seals? And rain. With time to kill before our flight, Sharon drove us  to Punchbowl Cemetery, followed by Round Top Drive, with its beautiful panoramic views of Honolulu, Waikiki, and beyond. I feel very fortunate to have kind thoughtful people in my life like the Millers. I am not sure what I did to deserve someone as kind and thoughtful as them.

And then to the airport and the long overnight flight home.

June 13, 2026

Sean, Rose, and Porter left early this morning. It was sad to say goodbye. But it was nice to be able to spend time with them this past week. I don't know how much Porter will remember but I loved seeing her joy - whether it was splashing in the pool and ocean or embracing the wind on the Pali. At five years old, she had a few moments but overall she handled traveling well. Better than many adults, I suspect.

It is our last full day in Hawaii, we leave tomorrow. The King Kamehameha Floral Parade took place this morning. Part of the parade route was on Ala Moana Blvd. in front of the Hilton. It was great fun, made even more so by the local family sitting next to us. They were related to the Princess of Oahu and knew other parade participants. I enjoyed listening to the exchanges between family members. 

Other than high resort restaurant prices, the only drawback on this trip is that shortly after arriving, I came in contact with a parasite while wading in shallow water along the shoreline and have a bright red itchy rash on my legs. Per Google, this rash is caused by an allergic reaction to microscopic parasites that are released from infected snails. Lovely...

We are planning to go to AOKI Teppanyaki to celebrate our anniversary tonight. Fifty-four years...

June 12, 2026

I had a long bedtime chat with Porter last night while laying in bed with her after reading to her. She was telling me about what scares her at night. Pointing to the lights on both the smoke detector and the TV,  she told me they were watchers. They could see and hear everything we did or said. I can understand how some of the cartoons she watches might give her that impression. Disney's Ironman cartoon, for example, depicts an advanced technological world.  She also says there is a ghost in her bedroom, which is why she sometimes goes to her parent's room in the middle of the night if she wakes up. But she says she is not afraid of spiders, although there are some slimey, icky bugs under the house and on the concrete floor in the basement.  I am reminded that as a child I couldn't sleep if my closet door was open. To this day, I still close it before turning in. Stay tuned for more childhood spooky stories about things that go bump in the night.

Sean, Rose, Porter, and I walked to Don Quixote late morning. Sean and Rose wanted to pick up small gifts for their friends. I also made a few purchases. Admittedly, it's a pretty unique store. 

A lot of last day finales today - the Chicago Doves spent some time in the pool, had a last dinner at Tropic's Bar & Grill, and watched the "famous" Hilton Friday night fireworks. They leave early tomorrow morning for the airport and home.

June 11, 2026

Happy King Kamehameha Day, a day that honors Kamahameha, the monarch who established the united Kingdom of Hawaii in 1810 after years of conflict.. Only to have it stolen by the United States a century later.

I was reflecting this morning on how hard it is emotionally to be a tourist in a place I love, where I was once considered  to be a local by others,  It would seem my only connection these days is an 808 phone number. And perhaps for Michael, these feelings are magnified. His family home is gone. It was good yesterday that we were able to at least drive along Oahu's beautiful coastline and see Koko Head, Hanauma Bay, Sandy Beach, Makapu'u Point, and Waimanalo Bay. I thought when we returned to Hawaii in 2014, that the old adage that  you can't go home again (made famous by a Thomas Wolfe novel title) was untrue. But I see now, I am wrong. You cannot return to the past. And admittedly, Ann Arbor is a good place to be right now. We have a nice home and a full life.But I still miss the mountains, ocean, and near perfect weather.

This morning, Michael and I went to the Fort DeRussy Hawaii Army Museum. It was well worth the visit. The museum is in what used to be a huge bunker and its exhibits cover a wide range of topics, from the ancient Hawaiian warriors to the modern U.S. Army Corps.  I especially enjoyed reading the journal pages on display. 

This afternoon, we spent a few hours at one of the resorts many pools. Porter spent all her time in the water. Resort life suits her. Rose and Sean are going out to dinner tonight. We are planning to order take-out for Porter and ourselves. Porter built a fort when she spent time with us this morning out of pillows and a few beach wraps I brought. I suspect she will retreat to her little hideout and watch cartoons.

Tomorrow is Sean, Rose and Porter's last day. King Kamahameha activities are taking place in several locations. I suspect however, we may go to Army Community Day at Fort DeRussy, as they celebrate the 251st anniversary of the US Army.  Go Army!

June 10, 2026

This morning's excitement is that I spotted a mongoose on one of Fort DeRussy's pathways.

We rented a car today and headed to Waimanalo Beach Park with a stop at the Blowhole. Unfortunately, winds were strong and  there were signs on the beach indicating there were not only dangerous currents but also man of war along the shoreline. Not great conditions for a five year-old. We decided to visit the Pali Look-out instead and then head to Ala Moana Beach Park. Porter loved  how windy the Pali is - she ran up and down the ramp to the lookout, arms outstretched like she was flying, at least 20 times. And we spent nearly three hours at Ala Moana Beach Park playing in the water and the sand. 

Following the beach, Sean wanted to visit Bookoff, a used bookstore in Kakaako that had a lot of Japanese books, figurines, and other media. I enjoyed looking at all the Japanese figurines and purchased a few tiny ones for my office window sill. Porter, of course, has learned I am a soft touch and selected a pink one for herself.

And then it was off to Zippy's for dinner - a perfect end to our day. Three teri beef plates, a teri burger, mac salad, and rice really hit the spot.  And Michael couldn't have been prouder when Porter used chopsticks to eat her mac and cheese. She was also given a few tokens for ordering off the Keiki menu, that could be used in vending machines in the restaurant. She ending up getting two Zippy's POG slammers and learned some Hawaiian slang - Howzit and Cheehoo!  So watch out, Chicago.

June 9, 2026

It's hard not to miss the tents dotting the beach in front of Fort DeRussy  The homeless staking out their little pieces of paradise. I've spotted their tents on my early morning walks and wonder if they are required to leave by a certain time, as the tents are not there later in the day.

Michael and I walked to the Waikiki Aquarium this morning. Sean, Rose, and Porter took Da Bus. We also spent some time at Kuhio Beach and ate lunch at the Barefoot Cafe. Sadly, Queen's Surf Beach is totally gone due to erosion. I am talking about the beach on the Diamond Head side of the breakwater. The lifeguard station was moved to the grassy area at Kuhio Beach. Life goes on I guess, but it was hard to see this beach disappear. I also noticed that the grounds look more unkept than I recall. Grass  is either dying or needs to be mowed. Unchanged is that the same "crazies" are hanging around.

June 8, 2026

I walked a little later this morning. Midway through my walk it was much lighter out than yesterday and several people were out walking and running, I left the Hilton's grounds and walked through the beautiful grounds at Fort DeRussy. I found myself wondering why in all the years I'd lived in Hawaii, I'd never visited this location. I have an interest in going to the Army Museum later this week.

Porter spent some time in our room this morning while her parents slept. We watched cartoons and colored. After making a stop at Starbucks for milk and a cake pop for her and a breakfast sandwich for me, she spent the morning in the pool with Michael, me, and her parents. This afternoon, I explored the Ala Wai Boat Harbor and checked to see what restaurants were in the area. We ate dinner at the Harbor Bar tonight, which was recommended by Peter, and it was a nice break from resort food and prices. 

I believe we may go to the Waikiki Aquarium tomorrow.

June 7, 2026

Michael and I arrived in Honolulu two days ago on June 5. The six hour time difference is a killer. Yesterday morning, I was surprised to find the clock said midnight when I first woke up. I was able to fall asleep again, but was wide awake at  3am and decided to walk around the hotel grounds at 4am, despite it still being dark. Other than a few emplotees, not many prople were out and about, but Starbucks and a small market were open. And I will admit it was a bit spooky. Sharon and Michael Miller (our friends in  Nui Valley, picked Michael and me up mid-afternoon. We stopped in Aina Haina and shopped at Foodland and Longs  experiencing a bit of nostalgia. Our next stop was our old house in Nui Valley. Jack, the current owner, has made several changes. The Tabebuia tree on the street side of the house is gone. The yard is now fenced in. The front door is gone and an addition has been added to the back. While we were looking at the house, neighbors spotted us, prompting a small reuinion on the street corner. And for Michael especially, this impromptu gathering was especially nice.  Dinner followed  at Roy's Hawaii Kai. I am extremely grateful to the Millers for not only an excellent dinner, but for how special the day turned out to be.

Sean, Rose, and Porter arrived late last night. Leslie picked them up from the airport. By the time I met them at the hotel registration desk, it was close to midnight. Porter was up bright and early this morning and at 7:26 am was ready to go to the pool. Despite the coolness of the morning, she happily splashed around in the water. After breakfast, she expressed an interest in going to the beach - where once again she happily splashed around and dodged waves. Marc's memorial service was today at 3pm at Kawaikui Beach Park. Leslie  picked up Sean, Rose, and Porter. Michael's friend Peter, picked us up. Marc's ashes and plumeria blossoms were scattered in the ocean as we said our final goodbyes. A simple but nice way to bring some closure to his life.  If I weren't so tired I would say more about Marc. 

Good Night!

June 4, 2026

Finished packing the bag I plan to check and other than electronics and snacks, my carry-on. Hard to believe that in about 30 hours, I will be in Honolulu. A friend just sent me notification that box jellyfish are expected on the south shore June 8-12. Hoping it will not be a problem for us.

I am unsure what to do about dinner tonight as I prefer not to cook.Maybe tuna?

And Happy Birthday to Jerry.

June 2, 2026

I have been trying like hell to make an appointment for my annual physical with my PCP, which is due in November. I started with Michigan Med's online appointment system about three weeks ago, only to get the message that no appointments were available. I called and spoke to a representative and got the same message. I then tried to make an appointment at the doctor's office last week. Same result - sorry, no appointments are available. I was advised to try on Tuesday morning at 7:30am. Apparently more appointment dates were supposed to be released. I signed on to my portal this morning at 7:30am, requested an appointment, only to get the all familiar message that no appointments were available. I decided to call and miracle of miracles, was offered an appointment in December. Then midday, I received a phone call that the doctor was not going to be available on my scheduled December date. Sigh...   But fortunately was offered another date. Whew... And all I could think was what  if I had been more elderly or had a condition that  would make calling etc. difficult.  And I realize why so many seniors end up without much needed medical care if they have no one to advocate for them. It's a grim reality.

In preparation for summer's bare feet and sandals, Kathy and I got pedis yesterday. Hawaii, here I come!

May 31, 2026

I forgot to mention the outcome of my Friday doctor's appointment. My PCP checked my hips and knees and concluded the pain I am experiencing in my outer thighs is likely due to overstressed IT Bands. No more crossing my legs while sitting.  Which will be a tough adjustment for me. I did find it reassuring that based on the range of motion and other movement tests the doctor performed on me, the likelihood  of needing knee or hip surgery is low at this time.

So I went to Meijer this morning and completely forgot to get eye drops. I even had my OTC card with me. 

My brain has entered packing mode for our departure to Honolulu Friday morning. There are stacks of clothes and other items on my office floor that on my final sort may or not make it into my suitcase. I have already changed my mind on electronics. Originally, I decided to not bring my laptop but am thinking I may want it. Unlike Michael and Sean, I've never gotten comfortable using my iPad for much more than games and reading email. Ironically, I recently invested in a keyboard for my iPad. 

Another beautiful day today.

May 30, 2026

What I am about to disclose are my views and may not reflect the views of my family. Growing up, I was the responsible older sister who took care of my younger siblings, ironed Dad's uniforms, made sure dinner was ready when my mother was at work, cleaned the house, and more. Fortunately, when I did date, a few of the guys took me having to care for my siblings in stride. Frank used to pay Jerry and Joe to give us a short break. And in Hawaii, Michael may not have always been happy that Donna was a constant, but he seemed to have a sense of humor about it. I was certainly a different experience for him versus any other girls he dated. 

And no matter how tired I was, I learned to carry a weight that no one thought to help me set down. But the silent cost of being the capable one was that I craved to have someone take care of me. A family friend once joked that he occasionally saw me as someone waiting to be rescued.  And to this day, as an adult, I am very grateful when someone else takes care of the details. And I am thinking about the number of times  Michael, Butch, Joe, and Kathy have stepped up to take care of me. All I can say is thank you. 

Kathy, Milo, and I went to a memorial service for two police dogs at the Michigan War Dog Memorial, which is the final resting place for hundreds of America's four legged veterans. From their website: "Nestled between clusters of bramble bushes and pine woods lies an enclave filled with rows upon rows of granite headstones marking the names and dates of death for hundreds of animal companions who served their owners as faithfully as they served their country."  The two dogs laid to rest today, K-9 Sirius and K-9 Dewey, worked for the police department in the narcotics division. The service was conducted much like any human military funeral service; complete with bagpipes, an honor guard, and the playing of the Star Spangled Banner. And my favorite - a 21 dog salute, which consisted of dogs howling plaintively. I found the military preciseness and respectfulness of everyone there very touching. 

“In life, it’s not where you go – it’s who goes with you.” – Snoopy 

May 28, 2026

I have to say public libraries are a godsend. I scanned 78 pages of legal documents at the Mallet Creek branch of the Ann Arbor District Library at no cost this morning. And for a mere $5, I made a copy of said docs. An added bonus is that the library is a much more pleasant environment than Fedex or UPS. Plus you can check out books. And they have a shredder too.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. I have been trying to make an appointment for my annual visit in November with no success. Bookings apparently fill up fast. 

Our yard and patio are shaping up. If only there was an esay way to control the  weeds growing in the cracks of our paved areas. They are a big pain. "The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name." - Sylvia Browne

May 24, 2026

The search bar on the Safari start page I normally use disappeared and I was amused at the irony that I couldn't search for how to restore the bar. Fortunately, I also use Chrome and was able to look up the fix. 

I've had a busy morning. I made Michael breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. I vacuumed the kitchen and bathroom floors. I scrubbed both upstair toilet bowls. And a new hook was added to the airplant frame in the kitchen. And I then headed outside, where two plants were repotted, birds and squirrels were fed, two bird houses were hung or rehung, and the side porch was swept in preparation for a new door mat.  Most of this outside activity was a result of purchases made yesterday at Menards. Despite my earlier declaration that I was not going to buy any more plants. And I am pleased that I have room for one more small pot on the back porch. It's an addiction.

I leave shortly with Kathy for Canton to attend Elizabeth's aka Lucky's 6th birthday party. I am looking forward to seeing what this year's theme is. Last year, she had a Barbie birthday cake. My only wish is that the weather was better for an outdoor event. It is rainy and cool. 

May 23, 2026

Forestbrooke Pool opened today for the summer. To a cool rainy day. I've been told that the pool water is warmer than the air temps, which may explain the kids in the pool when we drove by earlier. I am still debating renewing my membership as I did not use the pool that much last summer.

Michael bought a kit to convert one of his paddleboards for use as a scull. He tried it out yesterday at Gallup Park and determined some adjustments are needed. He revealed later that what he really wants is an outrigger canoe. While I acknowledge cost is always a factor, there is a part of me that believes that sometimes just buying what you really want makes sense. But I am sure Michael has done a lot of research and I respect his decisions.

The Pedit family reunion is causing me some angst. Worst case scenario is that only descendents of John and Ethelyn Pedit show up. I also worry that conflicts between family members may impact personal decisions to attend, which will disppoint me  greatly as I like to think we are better than that. Nevertheless, I am putting my big girl panties on and forging ahead.  Joe used to remind me that no good deed goes unpunished.

I just received a phone call from my friend Sharon, who was my neighbor and walking buddy in Niu Valley She plans to pick us up from the airport and said she would pick up a few groceries for us.  I am feeling pretty lucky right now to have someone like her looking out for me. And just hearing her local accent made me smile. Aloha...

May 20, 2026

Porter occasionally asks Sean or Rose to share photos of her doing things. Today it was a photo of her holding clover blossoms she had picked for me. And I marvel that she randomly thinks of me, as I don't see her regularly. And I am very touched by her thoughtfulness.

I spoke to Leslie a few days ago to confirm Marc's get-together is still happening on June 7. There is a possibility she may be able to pick up Sean, Rose, and Porter from the airport Saturday night. Which would make life a little easier for them.

Michael's coaching responsibilities have ended. I sense he's trying to adjust to his new found freedom.  I've seen him go through highs and lows this past year. I believe that it is gratifying for him to know that he still has "it" and that he is well respected by both the coaching staff and the crew members he interacts with.  But I've seen him also feeling down on himself at times. He doesn't have the stamina he once had as a younger man. And that is hard to admit to oneself. Of course, this is all my take based on what I have witnessed, and I may have this all wrong.

"Nothing is inherently and invincibly young except spirit. And spirit can enter a human being perhaps better in the quiet of old age and dwell there more undisturbed than in the turmoil of adventure." - George Santayana 

May 17, 2026

Our childhood was spent tiptoing around a person who was supposed to be caring for us. I wish I had been a different person back then. Someone who wasn't so easily intimidated.

Today's temps were perfect for lovers of tank top and shorts, like me.  Michael and I went to English Gardens this morning and came home with some herbs and a few annuals. All are repotted. I made a decsion to pot most plants this year rather than plant in the ground.  And I spent some time reading and listening to the birds.

“A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.” 
― Francis of Assisi 

May 16, 2026

Being a mother  is hard. My son is 46 years old and I still worry about him every single day. He is a confident, talented, independent man who takes care of his own child, and yet I still worry. Because I know that being an adult is also hard. 

In three weeks, I will be on an airplane heading west over the Pacific to a small island chain that I once called home. Sean, Rose, and Porter will be joining Michael and me.  Porter told me to bring her Moana doll, who resides in her Ann Arbor bedroom. Moana plays music and I am hoping that the button that starts her singing over and over doesn't get depressed midflight. Something to think about while packing. Being a grandmother is oddly amusing at times. I am not sure if Porter, at age five, understands the concept of cousins but she will have an opportunity to meet her Hawaii family on this trip. In particular, I am thinking of Leslie, Courtney, and Carol. Leslie always remembers her at Christmas. I am not sure Porter will make the connection.

It is supposed to be warm today. I am still waiting.

May 15, 2026

I just returned home after accompanying Kathy and Milo to the Blue Pearl Neurology Clinic in Farmington. Much to Kathy's relief, the neurologist felt that Milo's weakness in his back leg was minor and that no treatment or ongoing medications were necessary. The vet said to just let Milo be a dog. So run, Milo, run...

Despite temps being in the 60's, it doesn't feel all that warm outside. Skies are gray and cloudy.  I am trying to psych myself to venture out to repot a few plants.

I have a beach theme going on our fireplace mantle. In addition to my three swimmer sculptural pieces,  there is a small Saugatuck Oval Beach poster, Porter's Bluey beach lego set, a small surf shack, and a few vintage cars. You can't help but smile when you look at it. I am not sure why, but I seem to like miniature sizes of objects. Also on display in our family room are two miniature rooms I built from kits - a greenhouse and a Japanese wine bar. Both are complete with working lights and miniature furniture, books, plants, pots, artwork, etc.  Additionally, I am finally displaying my pen knife collection, of which some may be nearly a century old. Many were given to me by Dad and a few have stories attached to them.  Dad's military badges are also on display. And I have a small fake tree on which I've hung small ceramic ornaments that I've picked up on my travels. I decided a long time ago that instead of storing objects I love in the closet, to put them out where I can see and enjoy them.  And all this is in addition to the several pottery pieces, books, and artwork that grace the living spaces in our home. 

And I want to be this person. “I don’t know, there’s something about you. Say there’s an hourglass: the sand’s about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.”  - Haruki Murakami

May 12, 2026

My energy level lately seems lower than normal. I have these spurts of activity and then find myself struggling to stay awake when I sit down. Admittedly I am not a great sleeper and I worry that I am not eating enough protein. Sigh...

After more than a month, ABC is suddenly available again on Xfinity.  Apparently the contract dispute with E.W. Scripps has been resolved. I found it interesting that Xfinity never provided notification regarding ABC's disappearance and later reappearance.

Cool weather persisits but at least overnight temps are above freezing. And warmer weather is predicted this weekend. I may move additional plants outdoors tomorrow. My annual spring plant migration in progress.

My Kindle is misbehaving. It will not wake-up and pushing the reset button produces no results. I am trying a few of the troubleshooting tips I found on-line. Fortunately,  I have the Kindle app on my iPad so am still able to access my content. It's tempting to replace my Kindle with a newer model.

“it is strange how sisters can be saviors or strangers & sometimes a bit of both.” ― Amanda Lovelace

May 11, 2026

I just finished watching the Count of Monte Cristo on Masterpiece. My favorite quote, which was at the series end, was "While seeking revenge, dig two graves - one for yourself."  

There is another frost alert tonight. Hopefully the annuals I planted this weekend and the few tropicals we moved outside will not suffer from our impatience. I must admit our family room is more open feeling without the plants. 

Butch, April, and Joe are headed to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park this weekend. I thought long and hard about joining them. And would have if I wasn't going to Hawaii in early June. I just returned from a trip to Chicago and the thought of another trip as I prepare for the Hawaii trip caused me some anxiety. I have regrets as I love road trips and love the Smoky Mountains even more, but must admit feeling a sense of relief once I made a decision. I wish them a wonderful trip and envy worthy viewing of the fireflies. And am looking forward to seeing Joe's photos.

"I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations - one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it - you will regret both."  - Soren Kierkegaard

May 10, 2026

It's Mother's Day. A day that  I always felt was about my mother, not me. Yes, I am a mother, but these days I am more a grammy than a mom. And I have much to be thankful for. Porter is very precious to me. And is also the only person on this planet that seems as genuinely happy to be with me as I am with her. 

Kathy brought me a Lenten Rose yesterday and I was very touched by her thoughtfulness. In the process of looking for a nice quote about Lenten Roses, I discovered that most were very religious. To paraphrase, its blooming lines up with the sacred Lenten season when the Church slows down, reflects, and prepares the heart for resurrection. It doesn’t wait for perfect conditions. It doesn’t wait for warmth. It blooms in the cold.  Amen

I could see the moon early this morning through the bedroom window. Something I haven't noticed before.A waning crescent of light just before sunrise. "The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness." — Haruki Murakami

May 7, 2026

Kathy and I returned from Chicago today. We enjoyed the Jake Shimabukuro concert on Tuesday night. And I, of course, appreciated the opportunity tp spend time with Porter, Rose, and Sean. Monday night we ate dinner at Super Dawg Drive In, which is north of Portage Park on Milwaulkee Ave. I had my heart set on a one of their famous beef dogs, but Porter asked me to eat the same thing as her, so I settled for a grilled cheese.  What's a granny to do?  

Tuesday morning, we went to Chase Bank to get our estate docs notarized and witnessed. Sean and Rose's neighbors, Jess and Joe met us there to act as witnesses for them.  Afterwards, Sean, Kathy, and I ate breakfast at Eggsperience. Then Sean was off to work. Meanwhile, Kathy and I visited the National Veterans Art Museum, which we discovered was within walking distance of their house.  The museum displays art produced by veterans from the Vietnam War and other wars and conflicts. I found the artwork and artifacts very touching - I am guessing not only because dad was in the military, but also because I was a young college student during the Viet Nam era and had a lot of empathy for the men being drafted into a war they didn't support.  

Tuesday evening was the Jake Shimabukuro concert. I believe because Sean sensed Kathy was a bit anxious about the drive to the North Shore Center for the Performing Arts in Skokie, he chaffeured us there and picked us up when the concert was over.  What a nice guy...    By the way, the concert was awesome. There were times that Jake's hands were moving so quickly on the strings of his uke, that they were a blur.

Wednesday morning, after walking Porter to her school, Kathy and I headed to Grand Rapids, MI to go to the Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park. We spent a pleasant afternoon walking through their greenhouses and outdoor gardens, which have an impressive outdoor sculpture collection, including many works from renowned artists like Calder, Degas,  Miro, Moore, Nevelson, Oldenburg, Rickey, Rodin, Smith, and many more. 

We spent the night at the Embassy Suites before returning to Ann Arbor Thursday morning. Our room had a view of the Grand River, which was nice. A big thanks to Kathy for driving and providing the hotel room. She is a great travel companion, by the way!  Also many thanks to Sean and Rose. I am certain we disrupted Porter's routine, along with their work schedules. But nevertheless, It was nice seeing them.

It is good, however, to be home. I unpacked and did a load of laundry, And am looking forward to relaxing and watching a few TV shows tonight.

April 30, 2026

Happy National Military Brat's Day!  I am proud to be the daughter of a career army man. I've always joked that I served my country as well for 18 years.

Looking forward to summer. The rainy cold days we are having are getting tiresome. We are about to have some nights of potentially freezing temps.  I've moved the two potted plants I put outdoors inside as a result. This morning, I bundled up and managed to finally spread two bags of mulch on one of my planting areas, but still have another three bags to go.  

Kathy and I head to Chicago on Monday. Tuesday night, we are going to see Jake Shimabukuro in concert at the North Shore Center in Skokie. I've been fortunate to see him in person a few times while living in Hawaii and once in Chicago with Michael. I believe Kathy will enjoy his performance. He sure can play a ukulele.

Kathy and Milo came by this afternoon. Milo made himself at home. He immediately found the chew toy we keep here and got comfy on the couch with me. He didn't seem to be aware when Kathy left for about 20 minutes to pick up take-out Chinese food. Which is a good thing because he can get pretty anxious.

Saturday night is Aimee's Celebration of Life event in Ferndale. We have no idea how many people may attend, but I respect Donna's efforts to honor Aimee's memory. Tricia, Kathy, Elizabeth, and I have been trying to support Donna with this event.  And it has me thinking about how often siblings and other family members have stepped up when one of us is in need. For me, Butch and more recently Kathy have offered me a lot of support. And I hope I have done and/or do the same for them in the future. It also makes me appreciate how much a simple thank you means.

April 28, 2026

Kathy and I took advantage of Cinemax's discount Tuesday matinee prices and went to see Michael this afternoon.  I was never a big Michael Jackson fan but have to admit his onstage dance moves and musical talent were incredible. And I enjoyed the movie. Jaafar Jackson deserves an Oscar.

Canada changed their citizenship laws so that anyone who is a descendent of a Canadian citizen may apply for citizenship. In my case, both of my great grandparents, John Baptiste Amyotte and Sophia J Pampineau, were born in Canada and migrated to Michigan as adults. I am seriously considering pursuing this although it doesn't particularly benefit me. I plan to ask Sean if he has any interest, as he is young enough that it could potentially benefit him in the future. I think...

It turns out the "loom" I purchased at the Forestbrooke garage sale is actually for flat knitting, which doesn't interest me. I wish I could find a place that has a weaving class in Ann Arbor, because I think weaving is something I might enjoy. 

I cleaned out part of the planting bed in our front yard and moved two hostas that were behind the garage into the space.  Michael helped me lug home mulch on Sunday, So spreading mulch is next on my gardening agenda. “In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” ― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

April 25, 2026

I looked over last night to see Michael crying during an episode of Shrinking.  Harrison Ford and Jason Segel can have that effect, I guess. Excellent series, by the way.

My front porch squirrel finally managed to knock my front porch bird feeder down. I had been generously feeding him in hopes it would keep him from going after the feeder. Which I realize was a fool's mission on my part. Michael moved the bird feeder to a spot in the back yard. And I feel lees incentivized to feed the squirrel. Like he fucked up for being a squirrel, whose one goal in life is to eat and survive. So now I feed the cute little chipmunks that live under the front porch. Who is being petty now?

Speaking of yard denizens, the house sparrows have moved back into their seasonal home. I believe this is their third year raising their families in this location. Their sense of ownership amuses me. Surprisingly, Michael and I realized a few of them wintered over this past year when one of us bumped into their house and one flew out.

We went to the Forestbrooke pool yard sale fundraiser this morning. I bought a few craft items, which included a plastic child's loom and a small birdhouse kit that is geared toward a child's building level. I've been wanting to try my hand at weaving and have a lot of yarn, so it seemed like a good match. I also picked up a small checkers/chess game set and a child's baseball mitt.  Just another example of how one man's junk becomes another man's treasure. But also recycling at its best.

Cool rainy day...   Bah...

April 23, 2026

Michael sometimes forgets how much he has to offer.  I was listening to him when he came home from crew practice tonight, and he expressed a satisfaction and enthusiasm for working with young men and women that I haven't heard in a long time. He built an extremely successful team when he was the head coach at Pioneer High School. And that legacy continues with the work he is doing with Skyline's crew. I am proud of him for his dedication and hard work.

I am loving the warmer temps we have been enjoying the past few days. But cooler weather is coming. And the cycle continues.

April 21, 2026

I took advantage of the warmer temps today to clean out a few planting areas.  And my apologies to any ground-nesting bees that may have still been hibernating in leaf litter. I completely filled our yard waste bin. Spring clean-up is always a bit of a chore. In the process I uncovered a lot of pesky weeds that seem to grow in even the most dire conditions. So I now have weeding in my future. I also have some bulbs I need to get in the ground. Like I said, spring clean up is a chore. 

Milo seems to be adjusting to life with Kathy. She is a good momma to him. He is settling down, is much calmer in the car, and seems to understand directives Kathy gives him. He also seems to like visiting my house when he and Kathy are cruising around the neighborhood. There are now treats at my house and a water bowl. Not bad for someone who says she is not a dog person. Meow.

I think my new blood pressure meds may be causing foot cramps. Unsure what the correlation is.

April 16, 2026

Rambling thoughts about death...   It's inevitable and most days I accept that. And if not for Porter, I'd go quietly in the night. But there are times, I feel afraid and wish time would stop. I don't believe in heaven and hell. But I do like to think that we all leave traces of ourselves. That we are imprinted somewhere in the people that once loved us. I used to think that I left a little of myself in each place I have lived in my lifetime, but I have come to realize it's the opposite. Each place I have lived has left a little of itself within me. I will leave this earth with no great accomplishments other than the love I have had for my family.

And a few words about my greatest loves, aka my immediate family...

Michael, my very creative husband, who doesn't always express his feelings, resulting in my insecurities sometimes getting the best of me, has been at my side since 1968. But there is something deep and binding in our love for each other. An unspoken understanding. We are just there for each other - two now aging flower children that met and knew pretty quickly, that despite coming from very different backgrounds, there was a reason to build a life together.  And here we are.

I've felt not just Sean's caring over the years, but also his respect for me, And that matters. Because I have a lot of respect for him too. He is a wonderful father to Porter. His empathy and compassion fill my heart. It was a privilege to watch him grow into the man he is today. And as an adult, but also my child, it was difficult watching him face cancer. But I also experienced the joy of his marriage to his wonderful wife, Rose and later the birth of his daughter, Porter.

And then there is Porter. Porter's capacity to make me smile has been one of the greatest joys of my life. And like I did with Sean, I hope to have the privilege of watching her grow to adulthood. And I also hope that despite living in different cities, that I will be a part of her life. I feel a connection to her that I can't explain.  There is an easy acceptance. And she has started telling me that she loves me, and coming from a five-year-old, that means a lot. Because, you know what, I love her too. Lots and lots.

The End

April 15, 2026

1:31am CRITICAL Imminent Threat Alert: Take shelter now...  Phone and sirens blaring. I was up for an hour with my blanket and pillow watching the weather tracking on TV. The combination of strong winds and rain resulted in the rain hitting our windows head on. News today suggested a tornado may have touched down in Ann Arbor. There is a lot of storm damage including several downed trees and branches, a few light poles and the roof at Veteran's Park ice center. Also, Michael mentioned that Skyline's boats were damaged when the rack they were strapped on toppled.  Michael and I survived. Our house is fine. Whew.

I have been to four stores looking for Nature Valley Pecan Crunchy Granola Bars.  Hopefully, not a sign that this product is joining Cinnamon Tictacs, which disappeared several years ago. In better news, Target's Easter candy is 70% off. Pastel Kit Kats, anyone?

It rained on and off today. "Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter.  The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night.  And I love the rain." - Langston Hughes

April 13, 2026

Temps hit the 80's today. I was beginning to think being warm was just some fantasy I had fabricated.

My doctor's appointment this morning was okay. AiC, blood pressure, and kidney function are stable. I have been prescribed a new blood pressure medication because the one I have been taking causes me to get up every two hours to pee. B12, and ferrous sulfate have also been added to my drug list. And life goes on. I sometimes wonder how many "good" years I have left. I am at a stage in my life where I say things like, "I just want to make it to Porter's high school graduation."  Thirteen more years. It seems reasonable until I do the math. I would be 88.

"Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day." — W. Earl Hall

April 12, 2026

I spent a few hours outside today and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my skin. One could argue that I should have learned my lesson about the dangers of sun exposure, given I had a cancerous lesion removed a few years ago. But alas, when the sun beckons, I answer.

I had hoped to clean out my planting area in the front yard but ran out of space in the yard waste bin before finishing. Weather permitting,  perhaps I'll be able to finish after the trash pick-up on Tuesday. I noticed some weeding is needed as well.  And I'd like to put fresh mulch down.  I also bought some liatris bulds that need planting.

My long awaited doctor's appointment is tomorrow. I made a list of concerns. My prediction is I will be shopping for B12 supplements in the near future.

April 7, 2026

I had bloodwork done today. Low ferritin, low B12. Anemic? Pre-anemic?  And I can't help but wonder about how the drugs I am currently taking may be effecting me. Benefits vs. risks. Medicine is a gamble. I have a doctor's appointment next week. I am interested in what my doctor will say vs. the Internet (Dr. Google).

Another cold day...

April 6, 2026

I am mystified when something just disappears. I can't find my back brush, which normally hangs on the towel rack in our hall bathroom. Better than a Houdini act.

I think my pikake plant is toast - literally. The leaves are dry and shriveled. I took drastic measures and just cut it down to its trunk and some stems - no leaves. Live or die, time will tell. It's a shame it survived several months wintering over in the house if this turns out to be its end. I believe I am done with fussy tropical plants.  

Another cool day but the sun did peek out on and off through out the day. And I have a nice cluster of cheerful daffodils in bloom in the front yard. Dare I hope?

"I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills. When all at once I saw a crowd.  A host of golden daffodils beside the lake, beneath the trees fluttering and dancing in the breeze." -William Wordsworth

April 5, 2026

Happy Easter y'all.  I ate a mini Heath bar this morning and pretended the wrapper said Health. It seemed to work as I felt better after eating it.  I wish the weather was warmer for all the families participating in outdoor Easter activities. I remember Mom dressing us up for Easter Sunday mass. And how she used to wear duster coats, white gloves, and fancy hats with little veils on Easter. And how Dad used to hide our Easter baskets. And this Easter tradition has transcended generations - I too hid Sean's Easter basket, Sean related a story to me today about how one year he had to look for sections of a Transformer that were hidden in various places in the house. Sounds a little like child abuse. And Porter told me this morning that the Easter Bunny hid her basket. And when I told her I also hid a basket for her upstairs, she headed straight to the guest room closet,  reasoning that the guest room was where I was sleeping so ergo - the closet was the obvious place. Smart kid.  These ramblings are brought to you by Grammy.

 "All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt!"  – Charles M. Schulz, Peanuts

April 4, 2026

I had a dream in which Michael and I stopped at a visitor center while traveling through a mountainy area. While washing my hands, I looked in the restroom mirror and there was an image of a blond teenage boy in a white uniform reflected - I turned around, he was not there. I consulted a site that interprets dreams and I may be going through an existential crisis. But I was happy to dream I was traveling and in the mountains.

Yesterday morning, Kathy and I met Donna and Elizabeth at Affirmations in Ferndale to check out the space for their May Celebration of Life event for Aimee.  Elizabeth and Tricia are in charge of food selection and prep, so it was good to see they may have access to a kitchen area. There is a screen at one end of the room that I should be able to use for the slide show I prepared. Sean lent me his projector and I did a trial run at his house - helpful in that I know how to connect it to my laptop. Invitations have been printed and Donna has been purchasing needed paper products.  Progress...

Last night, Butch and April joined Michael and me for dinner at Knights. I had a very nice time. It was good catching up. And yes, I see Butch often at the rec center but it's not the same as sharing a meal with him and April.

"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall."  Helen Garner. Yes, it is a rainy day and I can see the water pooling in our neighbor's backyard.

April 1, 2026

Looks like Mother Nature is into April Fool's pranks - it was damn cold today. I felt sorry for Michael as he coached riverside for six hours today. 

As I lay in the dentist's chair this afternoon getting my teeth cleaned, I started thinking about Porter's vocabulary. Rose wants her to use the proper names for body parts, but it still catches me off guard when I hear her use the word vagina, for example. I am not sure when I first heard that word but it wasn't when I was just a few years old. She also seems to be familiar with the use of 6-7. 

I stopped by to visit Kathy on my way home from the dentist. It didin't take Milo long to get attached to her. Watching her with him, gives me a sense of what kind of mother she might have been. Attentive and not someone who would let their child cry it out.  Milo apparently doesn't like riding in the back seat by himself and whimpers. The problem with him being in the front passenger seat is he wants to be by Kathy in the driver's seat. We talked today about taking Milo with us while we run errands tomorrow as a trial run for future road trips. Guess who may sit in the back seat with him. Fortunately, I don't mind but it is amusing.

March 31, 2026

"I have traveled too far to answer to my old name."  I saw this post on someone's social media account and the words resonate with me.  I realize they are likely a metaphor for transformative life experiences. But that's the point, I believe. 

I spoke to Porter via Facetime last night and she was on the edge. Birthdays are stressful. Especially when they are full of unfulfilled expectations.

Lately, I feel like I should be doing something more meaningful than my routine activities. Do I lack purpose?  Is this entire post about a lack of intent in my daily life?

March 30, 2026

Happiest of birthday wishes to Porter, who turns five today.  I love you very much. Hope you had a nice day today.

An update on the adventures of Milo. Today's consultation with a vet surgeon revealed that Milo may not have a torn ligament afterall. After reviewing Milo's xrays and an extensive examination of his leg's mobility, his opinion is that Milo's issue is neurological not a torn ligament. He suggested Kathy either consult with a neurologist or just wait about a month to see if Milo heals on his own.  No long walks or strenuous activity for awhile. By the way, I rode along with them in the car, and Milo calmy nestled next to me in the back seat, which made driving a little less stressful for Kathy.

Joe caught a few omissions on the family tree I created for the reunion, more specifically two first spouses. After consulting with Bern and Tricia, Stephanie's name will appear, Barry's will not. I am also working on a Made in Michigan theme and the number of Michigan made products is impressive. It's been fun thinking about menu items that fit this theme.

With March temps yoyoing, it was nice to have a sunny warm day today. "To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." George Santayana

March 26, 2026

I glanced up this morning at my ceiling fan and was reminded of the kindness of the neighbor that installed it for me. There are good people in this world, and I feel lucky that several of my neighbors fall in the good people category.

Kathy's adventures with Milo have taken an "unfortunate twist." He tore a ligament in his leg a few days ago. Kathy took him to the vet and Milo needs surgery. She made an appointment with a surgeon to evaluate him on Monday. I have been recruited to keep him calm in the car.

I was reading an article about someone who moved several times as a child and he mentioned that each relocation gave him an opportunity to reinvent himself. And I get that. When we moved to Hawaii, I changed the part in my hair (a symbolic gesture?) and made a promise to myself to not be afraid to try new things and to be more open to people. I was sixteen years old. This new yet still old me skinny dipped with the neighbor girls the first week I was there - something I couldn't imagine doing prior to the move. And I even joined the girl's track team at Kalani - a bold move in that I can't say I was particularly athletic or into team sports. And here I am, sixty years later, still game to try new things.

I was a bit disppointed with today's weather. Temps were a little higher, but alas it was not sunny.

“Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

March 23, 2026

Michael and I went to Portage Park on Friday for Porter's 5th birthday party, which took place on Saturday. Her actual birth date is at the end of March. We returned home yesterday. Rose's mother Jackie also travelled to Chicago for Porter's birthday. She arrived last Wednesday and planned to return home today - so a longer visit, which had to be nice for Rose and Porter. For Porter, I imagine having two grammies and a grandpa visiting at the same time had to be overwhelming at times. I've realized, for example, that Jackie and I have very different grandparenting styles. I believe I am more laid back and certainly not as much of a stckler on schedules or enforcing manners as I might have been as a mother. Jackie also makes an effort to do crafts with Porter while she is here. I am okay just hanging out with Porter without much conversation going on. Fortunately, Porter seems content just being with Michael and/or me coloring and doing puzzles on my iPad while we all jointly complain about all the ads that keep popping up at inopportune times.  And it amuses me when she says it's time to turn the iPad off and then on and wait for the Apple icon to reappear in hopes it will clear the ads away. There is nothing like a good reboot.

Sean and Rose reserved space for Porter's party at a nearby YMCA (they are members). The reservation included help with set up and a bounce house. Rose invited her classmates, family friends and parents. And the kids seemed to have a great time using the bounce house and running around the gym.  Rose made confetti cupcakes on Friday night, that were decorated by Porter Saturday morning. Pizza, juice boxes, flavored water drinks, tangerines, chips, amd pretzels kept both big people and little people's tummies full. 

I should mention that Porter had a cold this weekend and her upper lip was chapped and sore from nasal drip and tissue over-use. I was relieved that she felt well enough to enjoy her party, because last year she was also ill and had no energy to even be around other people.  Spring break started today for her so hopefully she will get the rest she needs to recuperate. Meanwhile in Ann Arbor, I am hoping my immune system is strong enough for me not to succumb to all the germs she shared with me.  But I do not regret a second of the time I got to spend with her. 

I met Kathy's new furry friend Milo this morning. He is a high energy cocker spaniel, that Michael immediately named Joe Cocker, when he visited us today. I think Milo is going to be a life changer for Kathy.

Dare I mention it's snowing.

March 18, 2026

Called my old neighbor Sharon this afternoon. I believe she is planning activties for  our trip to Honolulu in June, despite my protestations

Still cold. Amen.

March 17, 2026 

This morning's sun crested the horizon like a pale eye opening slowly, casting wan golden light across the horizon. It looked deceptively peaceful after the last few nights of gale like winds. This morning's air was so cold it seemed to ring a bell with each breath.  This is a mix of my words and words from a book I was reading about Lake Superior. And also a reaction to the pale sun this morning, just visible through a mantle of gray sky and clouds.

Butch and I joined Kathy for dinner at her house - an Irish dinner of corned beef, potatoes, and carrots,  to which I added an asian cabbage dish. It's always nice to get together and share a meal.

“May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand.” — Irish Blessing

March 16, 2026

I have concluded there are words I will probably never use in casual conversation like hypophrenia or lexicon. Apparently my lexicon of words is limited by my feelings of hyprophenia.

Today is one of those days that I would like to turn the heat up and wrap myself in a warm blanket. Wind, blowing snow, and cold - a trifecta of winter weather. The anticipated wind chill temp tomorrow morning is 2 degrees. I'll repeat this, winter is not done with us yet. And I am tired.

March 15, 2026

I've talked to both Ellen and Cat this past week and  they have decided to attend  the reunion. I believe it will be nice, especially for Cat, to finally meet the next generation (second cousins?) of our growing family. And with Bern also heading back to Ann Arbor, Cat can spend some time with her father.

Also reunion related, I haven't tested it yet but I set up an album in Google Photos. If I am understanding how this site works, if I send the link to the album to someone, he or she can join and should be able to add photos to the album. I plan to test this theory this week.

Michael and I are headed to Chicago on Friday to celebrate Porter's 5th birthday. We haven't seen Rose, Sean, and Porter since Christmas, so it has been awhile. Rose's Mom Jackie is also visiting, so they will have a full house. I try to step back when she is there as Jackie doesn't normally have as many opportunities to be with them as Michael and I.

It looks like another blustery day.  "It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."   -Charles Dickens

Pi Day - March 14, 2026

And to all the gaslighters out there, this quote sums up how it feels. It’s a shame that you passed the blame. It’s a shame that I took the blame, and gave it power, and carried it everywhere, and let it drive me around like the rat from Ratatouille.

"Love is like pi—natural, irrational, and very important" (Lisa Hoffman) 

March 13, 2026

The past few days have been spent on airline sites looking for flights - the Chicago Doves (MDW-HNL) and Bern (ANC-DTW). It's incredibly stressful researching flights for other people. But dates, times, and seats have been selected and tickets are purchased. It's a relief to check this task off my list. As I am sure Kathy will agree. Also a big thanks to her for her work on the Honolulu flights. She is a lifesaver.

It's a blustery day. And it led to me re-reading Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day.  An excerpt from the song from the film of the same name is below.  Happy Windsday, y'all.

Hum dum dum ditty dum, hum dum dee.

Oh, the wind is lashing lustily, and the trees are thrashing trustily,  and the leaves are rustling gustily

It seems that it may turn out to be, feels that it will undoubtedly, looks like a rather blustery day.

Well, I know today is Winds-Day, and this is how I know

It is always on a Winds-Day, that the winds begin to blow

March 11, 2026

It was a dark and storny night. I woke up at about 1:30am to the sounds of thunder, rain, and lightning flashes. And as today progressed, temps dropped about 20 degrees. And the wind looks brisk - our pink flamingo's wings are spinning rapidly.

Michael is back to coaching 3 days a week (Tues-Thurs). I noticed as he left today for practice, he was looking pretty spiffy. Skyline cap, jacket, and warm-up pants.  I do love a man in uniform.

Kathy and I picked up dinner from Satchel's BBQ tonight. I discovered that while I enjoyed their brisket, I am not a fan of their potato salad. Would I eat there again? Sure...

I spoke to Ellen today. Recovery from knee surgery is progressing slowly. She has started PT, however, and believes she will be cleared to drive in a few weeks. I also confirmed that it is likely Cat will not be attending the family reunion. I'm disappointed but respect her decision.

“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”― Edward Bulwer Lytton, Paul Clifford

March 9, 2026

I was at Home Depot today with Kathy. One of the store employees approached me and asked if I found everything I was looking for. I replied no, I needed help. He walked away. Me - Uh?  In contrast, earlier at Lowes, an employee named Wetzel, saw us looking at cute planters and insisted on showing us these cute miniature Lowes buckets in the paint deprtment. We noticed his vest indicated  he was a vet, and we ended up having a nice chat with him about his time in the service and what it was like for us to grow up as army brats. What a contrast in customer service.

It was close to 70 degrees today. I sat outside for an hour in my shorts and embraced the sun and the warmth on my bare skin. It's been about five months since we have had a day as warm as today. I also did a little raking in a few flowerbeds. Tulips and daffodils have popped through the soil and are 4-5 inches tall. I am feeling hopeful. Spring will officially be here in eleven days.

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke

March 7, 2026

I'm one small inconvenience away from using cryptic emo lyrics.

Rainy today but temps were in the mid 60's so I am not complaining. There is a lot of water pooled along our fence line. And when I walked to Kathy's house for a short visit, many sidewalks were underwater. I was also amused to see neighborhood kids in shorts and tees. 

Michael has been ill this past week with some respiratory issues. I felt sorry for him this morning as he tried to deal with congestion that developed overnight. So far, I haven't caught whatever he has. Fingers crossed...

Spring forward happens early tomorrow morning. Where does the missing hour go?

“You hang me up, unfinished, with the better part of me no longer mine” (Constant Headache, Joyce Manor)

March 6, 2026

I've allowed something rather minor to bother me. Words do matter. 

I decided to return the button maker. Kathy gave it a try today and got a similar result - pieces are not sealing together the way they should. I feel funny returning it because I used some of the materials to make the "defective" buttons, but it is of no value to me if it doesn't work correctly.  Plan B may be to order enamel pins for the reunion but cost is a concern.

Today's fog reminded me of mornings in Bremerhaven.  "The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on." - Carl Sandburg

March 5, 2026

I welcomed Bella into my home today. She is a sleek blue air fryer from Target. Her controls are more complicated than our old one. I left the instructions on the counter. Verdict on use to be delivered later.

I ordered a button maker and the first button I made was a huge fail.  I also found the set up instructions unclear so that might be the problem. Back to the drawing board. I may need a ten-year-old to assist me.

It's raining - an improvement over snow, I suppose. 

“Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.” ― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

March 3, 2026

Day three without our air fryer. I'll never forget the moment that I realized that despite your temperature being set at 400 degrees, after running 5 minutes, your contents were stone cold. Just like the temperature outside. It's been difficult without you, my dear air fryer. I have had to resort to using the oven and microwave. You were picked up this morning by the city trash collectors. May you rest in peace in your burial site, even though your disposal was probably not environmentally correct. Amen.

Just a few thoughts about acknowleging the efforts of others or expressing gratitude. It seems to be lacking in the Pedit family. I am not sure if is due to feelings of entitlement,  an unawareness of the time, effort, and/or money someone has expended, rudeness, or something else. I've hosted several events at my house, for example, without a peep from most family members. It's a good thing I have low expectations. And by the way, A big thanks to all who have helped with set-up, clean-up, or contributed in some way for any of my endeavors.  I am lucky to have a couple of brothers that have let me tag along on road trips and a sister that Michael refers to as my Uber driver.

Two of Michael's family members, Leslie and Courtney, celebrate birthdays today.  Happy birthday wishes...

“Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"..."It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

March 1, 2026

Michael is not one for grand gestures. But there have been moments that felt grand. In 1968, Michael showed up at my high school graduation at the Waikiki Shell, gardenias from his family's yard in hand. I was surprised that he was there. My heart beat a little faster. And when he asked me if I wanted to do something afterwards, I wanted badly to say yes, but didn't know if my parents had plans with me. Ironically, they went out to dinner without me. A missed opportunity to fall in love. I snuck out with Gail Chung later and went to the Rainbow Drive-in.  Last week, Michael showed up to the Strength and Balance class I have been taking at the rec center. While I wasn't surprised, as we had talked about it, my heart beat a little faster when he entered the room.  My feelings are still strong. Too late to fall in love, I fell a long time ago.

It snowed again last night. Winter is hanging on.

“You think winter will never end, and then, when you don’t expect it, when you have almost forgotten it, warmth comes and a different light.”
― Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter

February 28, 2026

Kathy and I visited the Westgate library this afternoon for a beading event. I had hoped to pick up direction sheets for beading projects, but the only directions available were for braiding cords. Key chain anyone? Kathy and I did, however, score some beads and clasps.

I finished the knitted scarf and crocheted hat I was working on today - just in time for warmer temps. I will save them for next winter. And I will also be happy to make hats and/or scarves for anyone who'd like one.

I got a good laugh today as I was watching the squirrels in our backyard fight over who gets to sit in one of our bird shelters.

"Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water." Henry Williamson

February 26, 2026

I passed on my Porter birthday gift thoughts to Sean and Rose, and received this response from Rose, "We’ll get back to you!" I feel like a kid that just asked my parents for permission to do something.

I don't often express my political outrage on this blog but I've come to realize I live in a country that is anti-vax, anti-women's rights, and is governed by an authoritarian classless oligarch. Who, by the way, does not believe the law applies to him, and who is not only decorating the White House to look like a guady Chinese restaurant, but also renaming buildings. Additionally, this country's Republican congress is so fearful of being on the wrong side of Trump, that they are not doing the job they were elected to do. And this country, I used to pledge my allegiance to, refuses to expose rich and powerful men who have committed atrocoities on women and children.

The end of February is near, the cold continues. Although, I have heard temps are supposed to rise briefly tomorrow.

"Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come." Robert H. Schuller

February 24, 2026

As Porter's birthday gets closer, I find myself unsure what to gift her. Apparently she currently likes Hello Kitty and KPop Demon Hunters, but after looking at what's availabIe at Target and Amazon, I find myself wondering if there are specific items related to these two brands she might actually want. And then despite her not showing any interest in soccer, to my knowledge,  I found myself considering that maybe a soccer ball and goal net might be fun. It seems like this would be an easier process if I was around her on a regular basis.  Sigh...

Last night, I went to a class at the library to learn how to crochet flowers. Apparently, it amuses me to sit in a room with several men and women crocheting. I crocheted two flowers. And I have one more crocheting session at the Senior Center on Friday. The beanie I have been crocheting is starting to look more like a beret. 

And it was very cold this morning. I find it exhausting.

“Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.”― Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

February 23, 2026

More snow. My world is white again. And I saw a skunk this morning whose fur was mostly white on top. I sense a theme.

If you ask Kathy about the Olympics, she will say she doesn't know anything about the athletes or competition. But will then ask you, but "did you see the dog?"  A wolfhound dog made its way onto the cross-country ski track during the race much to the surprise of everyone, including its owners. 

I found myself thinking about Kali this morning. I don't know how many households she lived in for the first eight years of her life. Perhaps each counts as one of her nine lives. I only know that we were privileged to have her in our lives her last ten years. I like that we were her forever home and she was certainly well loved. And then one day in September she faded away. 

“Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it’s because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

February 21, 2026

Kathy and I participated in a cognitive brain research study at EMU this morning. The toughest part for me was a memory test, in which I was asked to repeat back a series of six numbers backwards multiple times. Our brain waves were measured using EEG for a portion of the testing. After 90 minutes of different tests, Kathy and I each walked out with $50 and sticky stiff hair from the EEG cap.

It's still cold...

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

February 20, 2026

We have a photo screen in out family room with images of Porter from infancy to present. I glance at it often and am surprised at how frequently I see young Sean in Porter. Especially when Porter's hair is shorter.

Michael is becoming a Frasier's Pub fan. It was crowded when we arrived - people were cheering on the USA Hockey team at the Olympics. It was hard not to feel energized when the bar broke out chanting, USA, USA, each time they scored. So yes, the bar is loud, but it does have a decent vibe.

Fake Spring has been replaced with cold windy weather. Winter is not done with us yet.

“In the Midwest… winter is an exercise in waiting — for relief, for a bird to sing, for the first purple crocus to push up through the snow.”
― Michelle Obama, Becoming

February 19. 2026

Except for a few patches here and there, all snow in our yard has melted. The combination of the melted snow and today's rain showers has resulted in a fair amount of water pooling along our fence line. Additionally, the neighbor behind and below us now has a small pond in their backyard. I am glad to be on higher ground.

in the past dozen years, I have lost weight. One undesirable result is excess skin in my inner thigh area. I fould myself scrunching up my face when working out in leggings this morning, while facing the mirror in the Strength and Balance class I am taking, that my thighs were jiggling. Not a look I aspire to.  

“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.” ― Oliver Herford

February 18. 2026

My phone spent some time away from me including an overnight sleepover at Krogers. Just after noon yeaterday, I apparently left my phone at the self check-out area of the Arborland Krogers. I did not notice it was AWOL until 11pm last night, when I went to charge it before going to bed. Fortunately, I was able to track its location to Kroger and was able to shut down some of its functionality. But I did not sleep well. Two thoughts came out of this experience. With our dependence on phones, I am surprised I didn't realize it was missing for nine plus hours.  And secondly, I hate that I found myself  castigating myself for being careless. Instead I should be applauding myself for all the times I haven't left my phone at a business. But, in truth I still feel like a dork.

“Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.” — Yoko Ono

February 17, 2026

I saw this posting on social media and it resonates with me. Because I've been told more than once that I am being overly sensitive.

Yes, I took it personally. Because I could've never done the equivalent to you.

People always say "don't take it personally" like that's supposed to make the hurt disappear. But when someone does something to you that you would never do to them? It hits differently. Because it reveals a fundamental imbalance in how you both value each other.

You would've never betrayed them like that. You would've never disrespected them, lied to them, or put them in that position. Because that's just not how you move. Your loyalty, your integrity, your standards wouldn't allow it.

So when they did it to you? Yeah, it's personal. It showed you exactly where you stood with them. It showed you that the care you thought was mutual was actually one-sided.

Yes, I took it personally. Because I could've never done the equivalent to you.

You're allowed to be hurt when someone treats you in ways you'd never treat them. That's not weakness or oversensitivity. That's having self-respect and expecting the same level of respect in return.

Don't let anyone make you feel wrong for caring when they clearly didn't.

February 16, 2026

Michael and I met with an attorney this morning to update our estate paperwork. The attorney gave us a few things to think about. My ultimate goal is to take care of Sean and by extension Porter. Hopefully, we both have another 15-20 years.

Kathy, Butch, April, Michael, and I went to Karl's Cabin yesterday for dinner. Like our server at Real Seafood, this one was also inattentive, more so perhaps. Michael has conceded that perhaps female servers may be better. I did, however, enjoy my potato & cheese pierogi and kielbasa.  It's not something I eat often, so it was a bit of a treat. I believe it's time for the February birthday month to be officially over for the local birthday folks. Bern's birthday is next week. I feel badly that he is all alone. But I also have to remind myself that it is by his choice.

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!” — J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Hobbit"

February 14, 2026

Happy Valentine's Day. If I could type little pink and red hearts, I would.

Our white landscape persists. Snow has covered the ground for weeks, with the growing piles on the sides of the driveways and sidewalks resembling short canyon walls.. A brief fake Spring was predicted this weekend - temps rose to 48 degrees today. Not much snow melted, because it was just a brief interlude, but it does give one hope. Can real Spring be that far behind? 

Kathy hosted a get-together this evening for sibs and spouses to celebrate February birthdays for Michael, Butch, and Tricia. Pizza, salad, cake, ice cream, and drinks. A simple pleasant evening. It was nice to have a smaller group. I also realized from my siblings' music picks and talk about what concerts they have attended, that I am from an older generation. 

I crocheted a small little red hat pin today and plan to make more. Melt the ICE...

“Let a slight snow come and cover the earth, and the tracks of men will how little the woods and fields are frequented.” — Henry David Thoreau

February 12, 2026

Happy Birthday Doveman. Michael decided he wanted to go to Real Seafood for his birthday dinner. Our waiter was only soso - forgot items and was a bit inattentive, but we had a pleasant evening. It was nice to get out. Another year on the books. Michael is hoping for another 15 years.

Porter loves the valentine Pop Pop made for her. When you open it there are arms that open and it says "I love you this much."  Rose sent a video of her opening and closing it repeatedly with a note that said it was a big hit. And then Sean, Rose, and Porter called to wish him a Happy Birthday in real time. And her valentine from Pop Pop magically appeared. Sometimes, life is really good.

“The sky, tired of light, has given everything to the snow.” — Robert Walser

February 11, 2026

Michael's colonoscopy went well. A great relief for him as the doctor indicated this should be his last.  And much to my amusement, the waiting area was a bit of a stitch and bitch session of women crocheting and knitting red ICE protest hats. I got a new hat pattern from a woman from Alpena and also learned that prople are crocheting and knitting small red hat pins - something  I plan to do. Resistance is a thing even if it is symbolic.

Sean has agreed to help me create a design for a reunion T-shirt. I am toying with the idea of having it say "Blame it on our Pedit Roots" just for fun.

“The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.” — William Goldman, “The Princess Bride”

February 10, 2026

There were moments today that I was ready to throw in the towel planning the family reunion. Butch seems to think I need to do a better job of selling the event to family. And it hit me that other than Kathy, maybe I'm the only one that believes a reunion is a worthy idea. And I shouldn't expect support, financial or otherwise. And yet, I've forged ahead. At Butch's suggestion and a quick tour of Kensington Park today, I reserved one of the Park's pavillions. So the date is set for July 18-19. 

Michael is prepping for tomorrow morning's colonoscopy. I feel badly for him. It's such an unpleasant experience.

I FaceTimed with Porter briefly and she showed me the valentine she made for Grammy (me).  She is such a sweetie. Apparently she is a KPop Demon Hunter fan, which made me laugh because at Butch's birthday celebration, I was introduced to KPop by Fiona and Paul. I guess the music is popular.

“I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.” — Pablo Neruda

February 8, 2026

Kathy and I went to a Fiber Arts event at the Ann Arbor Downtown library today. Artisans (is that the right word?) had their work on display for sale.  There are a lot of talented people among us and I felt humbled. Several were also selling yarn - with many skeins averaging about $30. A bit rich for me.  I was intrigued, however, by a few weavers that were working on portable looms at their tables. I believe weaving might be something I'd enjoy. One row at a time. 

I am still working on my "Melt the Ice'" cap. I encountered a big section of tangled yarn and after struggling with it for a few hours with only minor success, finally cut out the knotted part.

“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.” ― Sarah Addison Allen, ing "The Sugar Queen"

February 7, 2026

Our world is still white. And there is an eeriness looking out in the night sky at the reflections of the streetlights on the white surfaces. I tire of the cold.

There was a small simple birthday gathering at Butch and April's house this evening - Butch, April, Mike, Celina, Paul, Fiona, Kathy, Sugar, Mike, Faith, and Jen. Celina made chili and rice. Butch and April provided veggies, dip, and sourdough bread. Kathy and I brought the birthday cake, vegan cupcakes, and ice cream. Paul gave me a lesson on who the KPop Demon Hunters are, and I wondered if Porter watches this show. Happy early birthday, Butch.

And I have decided to poll family on what resources they may have that might be usable for a family reunion. Items like pop-up tents, folding chairs, and folding tables. 

“In the bleak mid-winter, Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone.” — Christina Rossetti, “In the Bleak Midwinter”

February 6, 2026

Hello winter, my tiring friend. This morning the roads were a snowy slippery mess. Kathy drove like a champ. 

I had my fiber arts class this morning at the senior center. Six seniors showed up to crochet beanies. One of the women, however, asked the instructor if we could crochet "Melt the ICE" protest hats instead. While I was interested, I did find myself wondering if the political nature of this request put the instructor in an awkward position. In the 1940s, Norwegions made and wore red hats as a form of visual protest against the Nazi occupation of their country. Within two years, the Nazis made the hats illegal and it was punishable by law to make, wear, or distribute them. And in today's current political unrest, modern day knitters and crocheters feel it is appropriate to revisit the design as a visual protest against ICE. The instructor handled this diplomatically. She will proceed with instructions on her original crochet project, but will also provide assitance to anyone trying to create a "Melt the ICE" hat.

I heard from Byrne today. I had sent him a follow-up reunion related message, in which I mentioned the last time I had seen him was on a road trip to Bay City. His mother had asked him to drive me. And I told him remembering how incredibly kind he was to me. He took the time to introduce Bob Dylan's music to me before we left. We visited a record store in East Lansing, where he Introduced me to a few of his friends. And for a moment, I found someone treating me like I wasn't just some little kid.  I've jokingly said it was the summer I turned pretty.  I wish I could persuade him to attend the reunion, but I get distance is a factor.

“What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen.” — William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 97”

February 4, 2026

Haircut today. I feel tidier. And I laughed that my hairdresser Paul was trying to apply hair spray as I walked out of the salon. He knows I'm not a fan.

Kathy and I bought tickets to see Jake Shimabukuro in concert in Skokie in May. Not exactly a girls gone wild night, but it should be fun. We picked seats in the first row of the balcony. Easier viewing for us shorties.

I have received most of my tax docs and may try to e-file soon. It's a task I'd like to finalize sooner rather than later. Time to pay the piper, although I am hoping for a refund.

"The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.”  - E.E. Cummings

February 3, 2026

I woke up at about 4am this morning to pee. I returned to bed in hopes of falling back to sleep, but my brain had other ideas. My thoughts turned to the slight pain in my gut. It's been there for a few weeks - an empty hollow feeling. Like I am hungry, And will I ever be warm again? I realize my arms are wrapped around me like a straight jacket. And I can't help but wonder if I used Michael's body heat as a blanket, would I finally feel warm. And less empty. 

So much white. Still...

February 2, 2026. Happy Groundhog's Day!

Porter told me that she loved me very much last night when we were Facetiming. If I could produce tears, I would have cried. She is also planning to paint my fingernails blue the next time I visit. This is what love looks like.

I have no idea what the groundhog saw or didn't see today, but I am expecting 6 more weeks of winter. We live in frickin' Michigan, after all. I have seen an uptick in birds flitting in the bushes in the backyard, however, so perhaps they know something I don't. 

So after 56 years of Friday night date nights, we experimented with an early Sunday dinner date this past weekend. I've roughly calculated (taking into account vacations, etc.) that I have planned, prepped, cooked, and cleaned up more than 2600 Sunday dinners over the past 54 years, so this was a departure. The jury is still out on what we will do going forward, but we did have a nice dinner at Knight's Downtown yesterday.

Our snow covered landscape identifies as winter.

February 1, 2026

Kathy and I went to the Masonic Temple last night to watch Shannon (aka #144 Tortuous Intent) compete in a roller derby game between the D Funk Allstars and the Devil's Night Dames. Shannon skates for the Devil's Night Dames. The final score was 200 to 149. Shannon mentioned after the game that her team has not won a game this season. Ouch!  But we had fun. Jerry, Marilyn, and Joel were also at the game. And I believe Darrell was there in an official capacity.

Also, kudos to Kathy for her cool composure while driving. The Red Wings game ended and traffic was diverted on our chosen route. So the route to find parking was challenging. We only drove around one barricade. Shhh, don't tell.

Cold weather continues, but we have enjoyed a few blue sky sunny days, which have lifted my spirits. Today is the first day of February, which gives me hope. I have no doubt that the groundhog will see his shadow tomorrow, but six more weeks of winter is better than some of the alternatives.

In America, paying due deference to the creature's importance is our national mythology, it is left to the ground-hog to decide the day, and so the fate of the season. He is supposed to come out of his hole on that day, and take a look at the world. If it is a bright day, he will see his shadow on the ground, and, taking fright at it, will run back into his home and stay there. A fresh attack of winter will set in, and he will be justified in the steps he has taken. If it is cloudy, he will cast no shadow, take no fright, and gives us no further attack of winter. ~Hartford Courant, 1877

January 28, 2026

Sometimes my dreams leave me wondering why I go where I go in my sleeping life. Last night's dreams had Tricia staying with me. I walked into the bedroom she was using to retrieve something and found a photo of me with Paul McCartney and John Lennon on a city street. I looked about 15 and had a short shaggy haircut. And I woke up with the song She's a Rainbow buzzing in my head. Which ironically is a Rolling Stone's song, not the Beatles. My short analysis is that Kathy and I have been talking about Tricia's upcoming birthday. I received a message from Byrne in response to the reunion inquiries in which he remembers 15-16 year-old me. Not sure about the short hair, but Xfinity is running an ad featuring the She's a Rainbow music. A jumbo of unrelated events developed into a dream.

I have received responses to my Pedit reunion inquiries from most of the McShanes, and Jolie and Byrne Pedit, who both sounded very iffy. No word yet from Holly or Andrea. Bern's kids have the furthest to travel, so I am not surprised. Kathy has had contact with Carolyn, but no feedback yet from Cyndy or Arden. Linda Ellis and Lawrence McShane are both deceased.  As are Arden's wife Helen and Cyndy's husband Dan. One benefit of trying to contact people you haven't seen in 50-60 years is that I have managed to get an updated list of most email addresses.  I am leaning toward announcing a date and accepting that many will not be able to attend due to travel or health issues. The reality is we and our first cousins are 60-80 plus years old at this point.

I looked up at the sun this morning and it looked like a pale ball in a sea of gray. I wish I had taken a photo.

January 26, 2026

Ann Arbor schools are closed again today. And with a negative 15 degrees feels-like temp anticipated tomorrow morning, school closings may repeat. The rec building is also closed today as clean-up continues from last week's flooding. Kathy and I headed to Briarwood to join the mall walkers this morning. We also checked out the sales at Macy's.

I google-chatted with a former coworker today. I consider her a friend. Interestingly, she is also a Trumper. It was good to catch up. She currently lives in Orqueoc, MI - which I believe is close to Cheboygan. I'd like to visit her someday. 

I looked outside. It is still winter.

January 25, 2026

“Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.” — Christina Rossetti, “In the Bleak Midwinter”

January 23, 2026

Over the years, I've received warnings from co-workers and family for my use or consumption of the following:  statins, GLP-1s, bread, and diet soda.  I can't say that I have done extensive research on the dangers associated with any of these, but it's my understanding that statins are associated with side effects like muscle pain, but also possible cognitive issues. Unknown long-term health effects seem to be the culprit for GLP-1s.  Diet sodas contain artificial sweeteners, which I guess are supposedly bad for you.  And bread adds extra carbs. I'll take my chances. And please do not send me articles supporting your position - I can do my own research. In the end, it's about personal choices after weighing  the risks vs.the benefits. I support your choices, but please do not criticize mine. To my face anyway.

I've been knitting and crocheting practice pieces in an effort to see how much stitch memory I've retained from years ago. I used to crochet avidly, and am finding just doing simple stitches and trying to remember how I used to hold the yarn a relearning experience. We are knitting a scarf in the Fiber Arts class I am taking at the Senior Center.  I ended up finishing it at home. Admittedly, I did have to look up how to cast off stitches when I got to the last row. But it's coming back.

This evening, we went to the AA Senior Center to support a former neighbor who was having an art exhibition. I'm glad we went. They seemed surprised and pleased to see us. Their son was friends with Sean growing up.  And it was nice to catch up.

January 22, 2026

I hate bringing this incident up, but it was mentioned today in a conversation. A rift between my husband and my brother happened some years ago. My husband made negative comments on his blog about my brother. I find it interesting, however, that to my knowledge, my brother has never asked what provoked my husband to do so.  And while I don't condone what was said and the hurt it caused my brother, my husbands words weren't said randomly. And I didn't appreciate the hurt I felt being caught in the cross fire. And as much as I'd like this incident to be in the past, I don't suppose it ever will be. I wish things were different, but life isn't that simple or kind.

Frigid temperatures continue to be in our future. Washtenaw County buildings, including the rec building, are closed tomorrow due to the sub-zero temps. The polar freeze is on. I will miss my exercise routine.

Saturday, family is getting together to celebrate Donna's birthday at the Olive Garden. Birthdays seem less significant as we age, but still worth acknowledging. 

January 21, 2026

As I lay in bed last night trying to fall asleep, I started to think about how when I think about deceased loved ones, I think about a version of them, that is often not in sync with who they were when they passed away. For example, Dad is a younger, kinder version of himself in my memories. Even though I am aware that he was often cruel to Mom and others. Perhaps, this is a coping mechanism?

I heard a couple of ladies in the weight room this morning, talking about how much they love winter. For the record, I tolerate winter. I appreciate it's beauty and stillness but much prefer summer's heat. And being outdoors without layers and layers of clothing.

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." – Albert Camus

January 19, 2026

National Parks are no longer free on Martin Luther King Jr. Day as of January 2026, following a change by the National Park Service (NPS) that removed MLK Jr. Day and Juneteenth from the fee-free holiday calendar, replacing them with other days, including President Trump's birthday. Another example of Trump's pettiness and egotism. 

I asked Porter if she was off of school today because it's a holiday, and she said "no, it's just a day off."  I then asked her if she has ever heard of Martin Luther King. She said "no, I think it is a pretend person." I acknowledge that preschool may be a bit young to be studying this part of our history.  But apparently, Trump has the same knowledge level as a four year old when it comes to Black History.

I am back in the knitting business. Kathy took me to Hobby Lobby today for yarn.  Let the needle clicking and yarn looping begin.

And it is cold. Temps are dropping as low as -10 degrees over the next week (and that is without factoring in the real feel of wind chill).  Michigan, my Michigan....

January 18. 2026

Fortunately, I've rebounded and feel fine.  If only it were 50 degrees warmer, I'd be a happier woman.

My senior center Fiber Art scarf project is on hold. I ran out of yarn. I am hoping to go to Hobby Lobby to pick up a couple more skeins tomorrow.

Kathy and I decided to resurrect plans to have a Pedit family reunion. I sent an inquiry to the first cousins I had email addresses for to gauge interest, and have heard back from the McShanes so far. Who, by the way, indicated interest. I also did a little research on banquet venues, and it looks like we may need to charge $50-$65 per person, which may be an obsacle for some people.  Cheaper options exist - having something at one of the metroparks or even something at my house are also options. But also a lot more work.  

January 17, 2026

I wish I knew for certain if I have a stomach virus or food poisoning. Because symptoms developed quickly, I am leaning toward food poisoning. Regardless, I spent an unpleasant night sitting on the bathroom floor vomiting my dinner into the toilet. My gut is still tender, but the cramping is gone. I am going easy on eating today - toast, half a bagel, a banana, and brothy soup with crackers. And I am trying to hydrate. I do not want a repeat of last night.  

January 16, 2026

I stand with Denmark on this one. USA's latest world stage moments are in the WTF category. I hope that European countries know that not all Americans support Trump's illusions of grandeur.

Our new dresser was delivered today. We paid for the whote glove service, which includes setting up the dresser and removing all packing material. I was left with snowy muddy puddles on my hardwood floors, small styrofoam pieces everywhere, and packing materials left in one of the drawers. In fairness to the delivery guys, it's a snowy mess outside and tracking in dirty snow was unavoidable. But they also borrowed our drill and bits, which surprised me as I would think they would have the appropriate drill bits. I vacuumed and mopped and all is good, except Michael mentioned he's been unable to remove the drill bit from his drill. Oh well,,,

Kathy and I joined the Ann Arbor Senior Center yesterday. I signed up for a Fiber Arts class and attended my first session on knitting this morning. And am on my way to making a scarf. I was hoping the senior center would have  a room where seniors could casually hang out but that doesn't seem to be the case. I'll have to be old somewhere else, I suppose.

January 14, 2026

I, with Michael's buy-in, made the decision to replace our tall dresser with a lower one. Today we moved the tall dresser to the guest room in the basement. And it was heavy. Very, very heavy. And Michael mentioned more than once he wished Butch was helping him, not me. I take no offense. I've selected a dresser from Gardner White and hope to finalize the sale tomorrow. My clothes are currently in neat stacks on my office floor. I see this as an opportunity to purge some clothing that is either worn or I don't wear anymore.

Not surprisingly, it is snowing again. And it's coming down hard.

"It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.”    Robert Byrne

January 11, 2026

Three plane delays later, Kathy and I finally returned to Michigan. And snow. And despite leaving a temperate climate and Joe's southern hospitality, it is good to be home. I am unpacked and tackled several chores this morning. I noticed a fine layer of dust in certain areas of the basement related to our recent  sewer job, so tackled mopping the guest room floor and wiping down appliance tops and a few shelves. Michael did a first clean-up so it wasn't too bad. Plants are watered. Beds are stripped and I'm on my second load of laundry. And plan to grocery shop today.

I return to the rec center tomorrow. I got some walking in while visiting Joe, but not as much as I would have liked. I also need to get back to my strength training routine and am looking forward to the strrength and balance class I have been attending this past year. 

Routines, you gotta love them...

January 9, 2026

My mind has been swirling with thoughts about mortality. It hit me at Steve's funeral that it is now my generation that is dying. Both parents have passed away and my mother's brother Max is my last living uncle. And now it's me, my spouse, my siblings and their spouses, and cousins that are at risk. And while all seven of my siblings are alive, a few of us are now in our seventies, so I suppose it's only a matter of time. Tick, tick, tick...

We spent today visiting a hodgepodge of places including: Al's Diner,  Paynes Antique English Stained Glass (very interesting place, by the way), Carolina Sunshine Alpaca Farm,  J.R. Moore & Son General Store (moonpies and cans of pig brains),  Ole Gilliam Mill Covered Bridge, Gravestone (for an evil buried TV), Bynum Bridge, Blackwood Station Outfitters, Allan & Son BBQ (great hushpuppies), and finally MOD (pizza).

We head home tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing the Doveman. And a big thanks to Joe for driving miles and miles and being an accommodating host.  Kathy and I enjoyed our stay.

January 8, 2026

I love my country, but it feel like the United States has gone bonkers.

We did not go to Greensboro today; we went to Hillsborough instead. We walked about a mile and a half on their Riverwalk along the Eno River. And then walked the few blocks that make up their downtown area, stopping at a few businesses along the way. Afterwards, we headed to Chapel Hill to eat lunch at the Cosmic Cantina. Which was as good as I remembered it to be from prior trips. We also visited the Ackland Art Museum at UNC, which is  just the right size for a quick art fix. They have a surprisingly diverse collection for their size.

I called Michael for a quick update on the sewer pipe replacement that happened a few days ago. I am glad we had it done - especially after hearing about some of the more disgusting details. 

Well, back to my Mayberry R.F.D. moment. See y'all back in Michigan in a few days.

January 7, 2026

Joe, Kathy, and I attended cousin Steve's memorial service and burial today in Fayetteville. It was nice meeting his brother Mike Pate's wife Daysl, daughter Angela, and grandaughter Abby. Also in attendance were Aimee's sisters, Susan and Kim, who surprisingly recognized me. I had forgotten Steve served in the Air Force, and found myself quite touched by the grave site flag folding ceremony and the playing of taps. It was very solemn. It can be viewed at: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1X4XPbKgtZNRLgAfjuxIg8dDj3Kz4Blmk/view?usp=share_link

Tomorrow, we may go to Greensboro. I am loving NC's city names - Pittsboro, Greensboro, Siler City, Mt Airy - makes me feel like I am in an episode of the Andy Griffith show.  Golly...

January 6, 2026

Kathy and I booked aisle seats in the same row. When I got on the plane, a woman with a baby was sitting in my seat with two more little ones in the two seats next to her. I didn't have the heart to ask her to give up the seat. It turned out she was booked in the middle seat next to Kathy, so it worked out, but there were some awkward moments.

Regardless, we made it to North Carolina safely and have settled into Joe's home. We hit up a few thrift stores this evening before heading to Carolina Brewing for dinner.

Meanwhile back in Ann Arbor, Michael was dealing with Dynamic Drains as they broke up our basement floor to replace a broken sewer pipe. And a swarm of gnats was found under the floor, which for some reason sounds like a scene out of a horror movie. 

Tomorrow is Stephen Pate's Memorial Service in Fayetteville. It will be interesting to see what family members show up. Admittedly, I am not close to any of them. But I am still curious.

January 5, 2026

Ollie or Oliver is a black cat that lives down the street from us. He likes to go for walks, not only with his owner, but also passing neighbors. Yesterday, one of the neighbor girls came by our house selling girl scout cookies, And Ollie sat patiently on our front porch waiting for her. Today, he was out for a walk with his owner wearing a little red plaid coat. It's hard not to love his personality. He visits our back yard often and always makes me smile.

I am mostly packed for tomorrow morning's flight to North Carilina. I am well aware that I overpacked, but I found myself unsure what to bring. Temps in the afternoons look like they will be in the 60's - maybe too cold for shorts and short sleeves? But too warm for sweaters?

Tomorrow is also D-Day for our sewer repair, which I believe is a major stress factor for Michael. And I am both relieved and feeling a little guilty about not being here. The idea of having our basement floor dug up is daunting.

There are a few things I try to avoid on this blog - a major one is politics. But I also try to be sensitive to family members feelings, which isn't always easy to do.

January 4, 2026

Lately, I find myself looking and feeling more tired than usual. I blame it on the weather. The norm for me when temperatures were comfortable enough to be outside, was sitting and reading in a sunny spot or walking. And I mentally and physically miss the warmth the sun provided in those moments.

I finished working on the last half of 2025's photo book. One more proofreading and it's off to Shutterfly for printing. And within the next few weeks, I'll kick off 2026's edition. I am well aware that my photo books are not works of art, but I find it personally satisfying to have a venue to organize my photographs and thoughts. And these books, along with this blog, both spanning back several years, are great resource materials when I am trying to remember when a life event occurred. 

And for the record, it is still snowy.  And a quote. January is the beginning of anything you want.

January 2, 2026

Today would have been my mother's 95th birthday. Kathy and I ate lunch at the Big Boys she used to go to in Livonia in her memory. Both of us wishing we could spend at least one more day with her. I still miss her. I always will.

We drove by the house on Lennane. It's looking a little run-down. I have a lot of memories of sitting on the front porch with Mom. We also took a trip down memory lane and drove down Beech Daly. I was surprised to see Mamma Mias is still open. I remember eating there in the 1960s and naively thinking it was a semi-swanky restaurant. Kathy and I added it to our 2026 bucket list. Which also includes visiting all 162 Ann Arbor City parks. And possibly joining the senior center.

 Kathy and I  are heading to North Carolina next week to attend Stephen Pate's Memorial Service. He is being buried at Camp Ground Methodist Cemetery. It seems appropriate that we will also be able to visit Mom's grave site.  "Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything,"  - C.S. Lewis.

January 1, 2026

When Porter was here for Christmas, she asked me to remove the lamps from her bedroom because they were too "tempting." She turned them on in the middle of the night a few times only to then complain about difficulties falling back to sleep. And I smiled in amusement as I removed her room's dastardly tempting lamps.  This reminded me that I would like to thank everyone that made me smile last year.  Whether it was something you said or some small act of kindness, I thank you.

Kathy and I dropped by Butch and April's house today to see Paul and Fiona. They spent the night, so Celina and Michael could have an evening to themselves. Fiona was napping when we arrived and Paul was playing video games with grandpa. We were lucky enough to still be there when Celina and Michael picked them up, so we got to visit with them for a few minutes as well.

And snow flurries continued today.

February 1, 2026

Kathy and I went to the Masonic Temple last night to watch Shannon (aka #144 Tortuous Intent) compete in a roller derby game between the D Funk Allstars and the Devil's Night Dames. Shannon skates for the Devil's Night Dames. The final score was 200 to 149. Shannon mentioned after the game that her team has not won a game this season. Ouch!  But we had fun. Jerry, Marilyn, and Joel were also at the game. And I believe Darrell was there in an official capacity.

Also, kudos to Kathy for her cool composure while driving. The Red Wings game ended and traffic was diverted on our chosen route. So the route to find parking was challenging. We only drove around one barricade. Shhh, don't tell.

Cold weather continues, but we have enjoyed a few blue sky sunny days, which have lifted my spirits. Today is the first day of February, which gives me hope. I have no doubt that the groundhog will see his shadow tomorrow, but six more weeks of winter is better than the alternative. 

In America, paying due deference to the creature's importance is our national mythology, it is left to the ground-hog to decide the day, and so the fate of the season. He is supposed to come out of his hole on that day, and take a look at the world. If it is a bright day, he will see his shadow on the ground, and, taking fright at it, will run back into his home and stay there. A fresh attack of winter will set in, and he will be justified in the steps he has taken. If it is cloudy, he will cast no shadow, take no fright, and gives us no further attack of winter. ~Hartford Courant, 1877

January 28, 2026

Sometimes my dreams leave me wondering why I go where I go in my sleeping life. Last night's dreams had Tricia staying with me. I walked into the bedroom she was using to retrieve something and found a photo of me with Paul McCartney and John Lennon on a city street. I looked about 15 and had a short shaggy haircut. And I woke up with the song She's a Rainbow buzzing in my head. Which ironically is a Rolling Stone's song, not the Beatles. My short analysis is that Kathy and I have been talking about Tricia's upcoming birthday. I received a message from Byrne in response to the reunion inquiries in which he remembers 15-16 year-old me. Not sure about the short hair, but Xfinity is running an ad featuring the She's a Rainbow music. A jumbo of unrelated events developed into a dream.

I have received responses to my Pedit reunion inquiries from most of the McShanes, and Jolie and Byrne Pedit, who both sounded very iffy. No word yet from Holly or Andrea. Bern's kids have the furthest to travel, so I am not surprised. Kathy has had contact with Carolyn, but no feedback yet from Cyndy or Arden. Linda Ellis and Lawrence McShane are both deceased.  As are Arden's wife Helen and Cyndy's husband Dan. One benefit of trying to contact people you haven't seen in 50-60 years is that I have managed to get an updated list of most email addresses.  I am leaning toward announcing a date and accepting that many will not be able to attend due to travel or health issues. The reality is we and our first cousins are 60-80 plus years old at this point.

I looked up at the sun this morning and it looked like a pale ball in a sea of gray. I wish I had taken a photo.

January 26, 2026

Ann Arbor schools are closed again today. And with a negative 15 degrees feels-like temp anticipated tomorrow morning, school closings may repeat. The rec building is also closed today as clean-up continues from last week's flooding. Kathy and I headed to Briarwood to join the mall walkers this morning. We also checked out the sales at Macy's.

I google-chatted with a former coworker today. I consider her a friend. Interestingly, she is also a Trumper. It was good to catch up. She currently lives in Orqueoc, MI - which I believe is close to Cheboygan. I'd like to visit her someday. 

I looked outside. It is still winter.

January 25, 2026

“Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.” — Christina Rossetti, “In the Bleak Midwinter”

January 23, 2026

Over the years, I've received warnings from co-workers and family for my use or consumption of the following:  statins, GLP-1s, bread, and diet soda.  I can't say that I have done extensive research on the dangers associated with any of these, but it's my understanding that statins are associated with side effects like muscle pain, but also possible cognitive issues. Unknown long-term health effects seem to be the culprit for GLP-1s.  Diet sodas contain artificial sweeteners, which I guess are supposedly bad for you.  And bread adds extra carbs. I'll take my chances. And please do not send me articles supporting your position - I can do my own research. In the end, it's about personal choices after weighing  the risks vs.the benefits. I support your choices, but please do not criticize mine. To my face anyway.

I've been knitting and crocheting practice pieces in an effort to see how much stitch memory I've retained from years ago. I used to crochet avidly, and am finding just doing simple stitches and trying to remember how I used to hold the yarn a relearning experience. We are knitting a scarf in the Fiber Arts class I am taking at the Senior Center.  I ended up finishing it at home. Admittedly, I did have to look up how to cast off stitches when I got to the last row. But it's coming back.

This evening, we went to the AA Senior Center to support a former neighbor who was having an art exhibition. I'm glad we went. They seemed surprised and pleased to see us. Their son was friends with Sean growing up.  And it was nice to catch up.

January 22, 2026

I hate bringing this incident up, but it was mentioned today in a conversation. A rift between my husband and my brother happened some years ago. My husband made negative comments on his blog about my brother. I find it interesting, however, that to my knowledge, my brother has never asked what provoked my husband to do so.  And while I don't condone what was said and the hurt it caused my brother, my husbands words weren't said randomly. And I didn't appreciate the hurt I felt being caught in the cross fire. And as much as I'd like this incident to be in the past, I don't suppose it ever will be. I wish things were different, but life isn't that simple or kind.

Frigid temperatures continue to be in our future. Washtenaw County buildings, including the rec building, are closed tomorrow due to the sub-zero temps. The polar freeze is on. I will miss my exercise routine.

Saturday, family is getting together to celebrate Donna's birthday at the Olive Garden. Birthdays seem less significant as we age, but still worth acknowledging. 

January 21, 2026

As I lay in bed last night trying to fall asleep, I started to think about how when I think about deceased loved ones, I think about a version of them, that is often not in sync with who they were when they passed away. For example, Dad is a younger, kinder version of himself in my memories. Even though I am aware that he was often cruel to Mom and others. Perhaps, this is a coping mechanism?

I heard a couple of ladies in the weight room this morning, talking about how much they love winter. For the record, I tolerate winter. I appreciate it's beauty and stillness but much prefer summer's heat. And being outdoors without layers and layers of clothing.

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." – Albert Camus

January 19, 2026

National Parks are no longer free on Martin Luther King Jr. Day as of January 2026, following a change by the National Park Service (NPS) that removed MLK Jr. Day and Juneteenth from the fee-free holiday calendar, replacing them with other days, including President Trump's birthday. Another example of Trump's pettiness and egotism. 

I asked Porter if she was off of school today because it's a holiday, and she said "no, it's just a day off."  I then asked her if she has ever heard of Martin Luther King. She said "no, I think it is a pretend person." I acknowledge that preschool may be a bit young to be studying this part of our history.  But apparently, Trump has the same knowledge level as a four year old when it comes to Black History.

I am back in the knitting business. Kathy took me to Hobby Lobby today for yarn.  Let the needle clicking and yarn looping begin.

And it is cold. Temps are dropping as low as -10 degrees over the next week (and that is without factoring in the real feel of wind chill).  Michigan, my Michigan....

January 18. 2026

Fortunately, I've rebounded and feel fine.  If only it were 50 degrees warmer, I'd be a happier woman.

My senior center Fiber Art scarf project is on hold. I ran out of yarn. I am hoping to go to Hobby Lobby to pick up a couple more skeins tomorrow.

Kathy and I decided to resurrect plans to have a Pedit family reunion. I sent an inquiry to the first cousins I had email addresses for to gauge interest, and have heard back from the McShanes so far. Who, by the way, indicated interest. I also did a little research on banquet venues, and it looks like we may need to charge $50-$65 per person, which may be an obsacle for some people.  Cheaper options exist - having something at one of the metroparks or even something at my house are also options. But also a lot more work.  

January 17, 2026

I wish I knew for certain if I have a stomach virus or food poisoning. Because symptoms developed quickly, I am leaning toward food poisoning. Regardless, I spent an unpleasant night sitting on the bathroom floor vomiting my dinner into the toilet. My gut is still tender, but the cramping is gone. I am going easy on eating today - toast, half a bagel, a banana, and brothy soup with crackers. And I am trying to hydrate. I do not want a repeat of last night.  

January 16, 2026

I stand with Denmark on this one. USA's latest world stage moments are in the WTF category. I hope that European countries know that not all Americans support Trump's illusions of grandeur.

Our new dresser was delivered today. We paid for the whote glove service, which includes setting up the dresser and removing all packing material. I was left with snowy muddy puddles on my hardwood floors, small styrofoam pieces everywhere, and packing materials left in one of the drawers. In fairness to the delivery guys, it's a snowy mess outside and tracking in dirty snow was unavoidable. But they also borrowed our drill and bits, which surprised me as I would think they would have the appropriate drill bits. I vacuumed and mopped and all is good, except Michael mentioned he's been unable to remove the drill bit from his drill. Oh well,,,

Kathy and I joined the Ann Arbor Senior Center yesterday. I signed up for a Fiber Arts class and attended my first session on knitting this morning. And am on my way to making a scarf. I was hoping the senior center would have  a room where seniors could casually hang out but that doesn't seem to be the case. I'll have to be old somewhere else, I suppose.

January 14, 2026

I, with Michael's buy-in, made the decision to replace our tall dresser with a lower one. Today we moved the tall dresser to the guest room in the basement. And it was heavy. Very, very heavy. And Michael mentioned more than once he wished Butch was helping him, not me. I take no offense. I've selected a dresser from Gardner White and hope to finalize the sale tomorrow. My clothes are currently in neat stacks on my office floor. I see this as an opportunity to purge some clothing that is either worn or I don't wear anymore.

Not surprisingly, it is snowing again. And it's coming down hard.

"It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.”    Robert Byrne

January 11, 2026

Three plane delays later, Kathy and I finally returned to Michigan. And snow. And despite leaving a temperate climate and Joe's southern hospitality, it is good to be home. I am unpacked and tackled several chores this morning. I noticed a fine layer of dust in certain areas of the basement related to our recent  sewer job, so tackled mopping the guest room floor and wiping down appliance tops and a few shelves. Michael did a first clean-up so it wasn't too bad. Plants are watered. Beds are stripped and I'm on my second load of laundry. And plan to grocery shop today.

I return to the rec center tomorrow. I got some walking in while visiting Joe, but not as much as I would have liked. I also need to get back to my strength training routine and am looking forward to the strrength and balance class I have been attending this past year. 

Routines, you gotta love them...

January 9, 2026

My mind has been swirling with thoughts about mortality. It hit me at Steve's funeral that it is now my generation that is dying. Both parents have passed away and my mother's brother Max is my last living uncle. And now it's me, my spouse, my siblings and their spouses, and cousins that are at risk. And while all seven of my siblings are alive, a few of us are now in our seventies, so I suppose it's only a matter of time. Tick, tick, tick...

We spent today visiting a hodgepodge of places including: Al's Diner,  Paynes Antique English Stained Glass (very interesting place, by the way), Carolina Sunshine Alpaca Farm,  J.R. Moore & Son General Store (moonpies and cans of pig brains),  Ole Gilliam Mill Covered Bridge, Gravestone (for an evil buried TV), Bynum Bridge, Blackwood Station Outfitters, Allan & Son BBQ (great hushpuppies), and finally MOD (pizza).

We head home tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing the Doveman. And a big thanks to Joe for driving miles and miles and being an accommodating host.  Kathy and I enjoyed our stay.

January 8, 2026

I love my country, but it feel like the United States has gone bonkers.

We did not go to Greensboro today; we went to Hillsborough instead. We walked about a mile and a half on their Riverwalk along the Eno River. And then walked the few blocks that make up their downtown area, stopping at a few businesses along the way. Afterwards, we headed to Chapel Hill to eat lunch at the Cosmic Cantina. Which was as good as I remembered it to be from prior trips. We also visited the Ackland Art Museum at UNC, which is  just the right size for a quick art fix. They have a surprisingly diverse collection for their size.

I called Michael for a quick update on the sewer pipe replacement that happened a few days ago. I am glad we had it done - especially after hearing about some of the more disgusting details. 

Well, back to my Mayberry R.F.D. moment. See y'all back in Michigan in a few days.

January 7, 2026

Joe, Kathy, and I attended cousin Steve's memorial service and burial today in Fayetteville. It was nice meeting his brother Mike Pate's wife Daysl, daughter Angela, and grandaughter Abby. Also in attendance were Aimee's sisters, Susan and Kim, who surprisingly recognized me. I had forgotten Steve served in the Air Force, and found myself quite touched by the grave site flag folding ceremony and the playing of taps. It was very solemn. It can be viewed at: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1X4XPbKgtZNRLgAfjuxIg8dDj3Kz4Blmk/view?usp=share_link

Tomorrow, we may go to Greensboro. I am loving NC's city names - Pittsboro, Greensboro, Siler City, Mt Airy - makes me feel like I am in an episode of the Andy Griffith show.  Golly...

January 6, 2026

Kathy and I booked aisle seats in the same row. When I got on the plane, a woman with a baby was sitting in my seat with two more little ones in the two seats next to her. I didn't have the heart to ask her to give up the seat. It turned out she was booked in the middle seat next to Kathy, so it worked out, but there were some awkward moments.

Regardless, we made it to North Carolina safely and have settled into Joe's home. We hit up a few thrift stores this evening before heading to Carolina Brewing for dinner.

Meanwhile back in Ann Arbor, Michael was dealing with Dynamic Drains as they broke up our basement floor to replace a broken sewer pipe. And a swarm of gnats was found under the floor, which for some reason sounds like a scene out of a horror movie. 

Tomorrow is Stephen Pate's Memorial Service in Fayetteville. It will be interesting to see what family members show up. Admittedly, I am not close to any of them. But I am still curious.

January 5, 2026

Ollie or Oliver is a black cat that lives down the street from us. He likes to go for walks, not only with his owner, but also passing neighbors. Yesterday, one of the neighbor girls came by our house selling girl scout cookies, And Ollie sat patiently on our front porch waiting for her. Today, he was out for a walk with his owner wearing a little red plaid coat. It's hard not to love his personality. He visits our back yard often and always makes me smile.

I am mostly packed for tomorrow morning's flight to North Carilina. I am well aware that I overpacked, but I found myself unsure what to bring. Temps in the afternoons look like they will be in the 60's - maybe too cold for shorts and short sleeves? But too warm for sweaters?

Tomorrow is also D-Day for our sewer repair, which I believe is a major stress factor for Michael. And I am both relieved and feeling a little guilty about not being here. The idea of having our basement floor dug up is daunting.

There are a few things I try to avoid on this blog - a major one is politics. But I also try to be sensitive to family members feelings, which isn't always easy to do.

January 4, 2026

Lately, I find myself looking and feeling more tired than usual. I blame it on the weather. The norm for me when temperatures were comfortable enough to be outside, was sitting and reading in a sunny spot or walking. And I mentally and physically miss the warmth the sun provided in those moments.

I finished working on the last half of 2025's photo book. One more proofreading and it's off to Shutterfly for printing. And within the next few weeks, I'll kick off 2026's edition. I am well aware that my photo books are not works of art, but I find it personally satisfying to have a venue to organize my photographs and thoughts. And these books, along with this blog, both spanning back several years, are great resource materials when I am trying to remember when a life event occurred. 

And for the record, it is still snowy.  And a quote. January is the beginning of anything you want.

January 2, 2026

Today would have been my mother's 95th birthday. Kathy and I ate lunch at the Big Boys she used to go to in Livonia in her memory. Both of us wishing we could spend at least one more day with her. I still miss her. I always will.

We drove by the house on Lennane. It's looking a little run-down. I have a lot of memories of sitting on the front porch with Mom. We also took a trip down memory lane and drove down Beech Daly. I was surprised to see Mamma Mias is still open. I remember eating there in the 1960s and naively thinking it was a semi-swanky restaurant. Kathy and I added it to our 2026 bucket list. Which also includes visiting all 162 Ann Arbor City parks. And possibly joining the senior center.

 Kathy and I  are heading to North Carolina next week to attend Stephen Pate's Memorial Service. He is being buried at Camp Ground Methodist Cemetery. It seems appropriate that we will also be able to visit Mom's grave site.  "Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything,"  - C.S. Lewis.

January 1, 2026

When Porter was here for Christmas, she asked me to remove the lamps from her bedroom because they were too "tempting." She turned them on in the middle of the night a few times only to then complain about difficulties falling back to sleep. And I smiled in amusement as I removed her room's dastardly tempting lamps.  This reminded me that I would like to thank everyone that made me smile last year.  Whether it was something you said or some small act of kindness, I thank you.

Kathy and I dropped by Butch and April's house today to see Paul and Fiona. They spent the night, so Celina and Michael could have an evening to themselves. Fiona was napping when we arrived and Paul was playing video games with grandpa. We were lucky enough to still be there when Celina and Michael picked them up, so we got to visit with them for a few minutes as well.

And snow flurries continued today.