I’m home again. Michiana (that’s Michigan and Indiana, silly!) was wonderful and I do hope to post some pictures soon (this weekend, at the latest). And don’t bother checking over here first for pics; Eric slyly pulled me away from the festivities on Sunday to ask if I wouldn’t mind sending him a few photos to post in the near future.
Friday’s drive out to Elkhart, Indiana, proved to be a long one. The most exciting part of the 12 hour (I repeat: 12 hour!) adventure was the lewd truck driver ogling and honking at what I would assume to be one (or two?) of my certain anatomical features. When other passing truckers started to look down at the Blue Corsica with Minnesota plates, I figured Mr. Perverted Truck Driver Man was radioing half his comrades on 1-80/90. Great.
It rained. A lot. We were very cold in our new tent. But the weather didn’t stop us from adventuring through the Amish countryside Saturday morning. We stopped at an Amish cheese factory to watch cheese being made and for free samples. Our only regret: not buying more cheese to take home. Then, on to the Yoder Popcorn Shoppe for more free samples (of popcorn, that is) and a bag of kernels. We continued our trek through the country admiring the beautifully landscaped and well-tending Amish gardens and homes … and frequent Amish buggys, too. Horseshit? Everywhere. (There’s no reason to call it anything fancy, she says.) Completely and utterly charming. I want a buggy.
Saturday night we swung by the Molho cottage/cabin for burgers, brats and mustard. A stuck mustard cap resulted in me spraying mustard over every piece of warm clothing (with the exception of one sweatshirt) I owned for the weekend. In that situation, there is nothing to do but laugh. And you, too, will laugh when you see the photos. Which will be posted soon. Very soon. I promise.
It continued to rain through Sunday, but as Uncle Ron says, “A rainy day at the lake is better than a sunny day at home.” And he was right. This weekend wasn’t all about the weather: it was about celebration and wonderful friendships. And I think, if judging by those standards, that this past weekend — and especially Sunday’s party — was a complete success.
Eric’s family is wonderfully charming and delightful. Manny and Mary Lu welcome us with open arms. Kris, Ross, Taylor and Jacob cooked up a storm and remained cheerful and friendly all weekend. Aunt Katie made fun of Uncle Ron, and Uncle Ron told wonderful stories of his travels. Uncle Ron is now my new travel agent (or will be, when I book my next cruise.)
We finally tore down camp Monday morning (when the sun came out — the first sun in four days) and headed back to Minneapolis … to arrive at 8 p.m. and finally grill up the steaks that were meant to be grilled Friday night when we arrived in Michigan. (We settled for hot dogs and potato chips, instead. No fun to grill
Summer hours officially started yesterday. 7:30 to 4:30, half hour for lunch, and off at noon on Fridays. I, myself, have yet to officially start summer hours.
Good news: after spilling an entire mug of blazing hot coffee over my keyboard at work, the computing center delivered a new one, no questions asked.
The Howard Scripps National Spelling Bee officially began today. Check out “This Week at the Bee” — which is kind of like a bee blog. Cool. I always wanted to be in the bee.
At the gym yesterday, I saw a car with a Blogger bumper sticker. Small, small world.
One year ago today: first date with Rog!
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