A normal blogger wouldn’t be blogging tonight. Not after traveling for over twelve hours. Not when feeling this exhausted. Not when feeling like you need to prop open your eyes with toothpicks to stay awake.
But…I can’t help it. I am a Passionate Blogger. Insatiable, almost. So am drinking a cup of green jasmine tea in my brother’s cottage in Bellaire, overlooking the most glassy beautiful lake in the World and starting to feel revived simply from sitting at the computer and allowing the creative juices to play. (Always remember, dear reader, to feed your passion and creativity! Even when you’re sometimes tired…)
Right up front I want to say something. It shouldn’t take a person twelve hours to travel a four and a half hour drive. No. It should take maybe five or six hours if you’re being leisurely. But I LOVE to meander. And meander I did across the beautiful Lower Peninsula of Michigan.
First, visited two cemeteries. But you will have to wait until another post to hear graveside gleanings. Visited coffee shops, restaurants, shopping centers, and heaven knows what else. Whatever engaged the eye and heart and spirit. Then came the strangest meandering of all.
I was over near Kalkaska, headed for Bellaire about 3 p.m. A reasonable hour, right? When suddenly the car steered in a different direction! It headed over toward Traverse City! And then I knew. It was going to visit P.J. Grath at Dog Ears Books up in Northport, maybe one to two hours away. My heart beat fast for at least ten minutes at the craziness of this idea!
I also hoped to meet up with Kim Schneider over there in Suttons Bay. She had interviewed me about last year’s outdoor blog earlier this year. It appeared in seven daily papers in Lower Michigan. You can read https://upwoods.wordpress.com/2010/02/04/blogs-awestruck-in-the-spotlight/ if you’re interested in that story.
I was afraid that neither Pamela nor Kim would be around and my trip to Northport/Suttons Bay would be bust. I was already writing a blog about that possibility. “The Failed Blogging Detour…”
However, upon discovering the bookstore…THERE WAS PAMELA! It looked like her, although you never know. She didn’t quite recognize me at first, either. Even though we’ve been blogging buddies for a while now and had viewed pictures of one another.
First, she introduced me to her dog, Sarah. Hi, Sarah! You are a pretty dog, aren’t you? Good dog. So soft. So sweet.
Pamela brewed us some coffee and I looked for books. (I love, love, love bookstores, don’t you?) People wandered in and out. I asked Pamela to recommend a book…but no sooner had the words left these lips…when a customer chimed in with a suggestion. Conrad Richter’s The Trees. The book club in Northport had read it. She waxed poetically about the book’s merits until I had to purchase it. Found another spiritual goody tucked on one of the back shelves.
Then Pamela and I sat down to talk. We didn’t have a lot of time, but we covered some of the basics during our hour together. She seems like a lovely person and I sure wish she (and her bookstore) were closer to the Upper Peninsula.
Am hoping this blog makes sense. The tiredness keeps washing over me in waves.
It was probably a good thing that Kim wasn’t available. Heck, I probably wouldn’t be at the cottage yet! And this blog surely would have remained unwritten.
Heading home for the last seven hour stretch tomorrow. I promise to go straight to Marquette. Well, mostly promise. Have to stop at a gas station and somewhere for coffee. But no sitting down in coffee shops! At least until Marquette. You’ll hold me to it, won’t you?
Ahh, now for bedtime. Pamela, it was so great to meet you!
Goodnight, dear reader. Someday we may meet, as well. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
P.S. the spell-checker just told me I failed Blogging 101 tonight. Don’t you know how to spell? it said. Try to spell better tomorrow night.