Barry and his friend, John, and Kiah are out fishing today on Lake Superior this afternoon. I think Dad really wanted to take his daughter on a fishing trip before she heads back to NYC next week. Even though it’s only in the mid 50’s with a chilly breeze, they’re out there bobbing up and down in the Keweenaw Bay.
Hopefully they’ll return home laden with lake trout.
Mama sits back at home–after begging some alone time–and has spent the last half hour sifting through old photographs. (That was after working at the school almost five hours this morning in preparation for my absence later this week. I am so lucky to have flexible work hours.)
The sun shines brightly now through the deck window. As well as re-viewing old photographs, I’ve been re-reading old books. Meeting them again like old friends. Thinking it would be delightful to read something new, different, interesting. But it often feels impossible to pick out a book on-line. I need to peruse some books in Marquette, to leaf through the pages, get an intuitive feel if the book calls out to be read.
Just printed out outpatient Cardiac Unit Directions to Marquette General’s Heart Institute. We’ll be there by 10:30 tomorrow morning for Barry’s “Transesophageal Echocardiogram (TEE) with Planned Cardioversion.” We hope they don’t find any clots and can shock his heart to get a regular heartbeat established.
We’ve had two days of fall-like weather with temps in the 50’s. (That would be 12-15 Celcius.) However it’s suppose to warm up starting tomorrow, with temps rising into the 70’s. (21 and above.)
The leaves on the trees still look mostly green. No snow in the forecast–at least until next month!
I am looking forward to a fun excursion later in the week. Kiah is the maid of honor in her friend’s wedding in Marquette Friday night. We have a motel room booked for two nights and I’m planning on just relaxing and hanging out in the Big City while she does the Wedding Thing. Of course I’ll go to the wedding itself.
I asked Amber (the bride) with whom I will be seated. I don’t really know the wedding-goers very well, so this could be interesting. She named a couple of folks whom I almost know, so that sounds cool.
Hopefully Barry’s procedure will have gone well so this can all happen without a snafu.
Okey-dokey, that’s the news from this Quiet Afternoon in the Little House in the Big Woods.
(Does anyone but a Midwesterner use the saying “Okey-dokey”? Not that we use it much. It seems to be disappearing from common slang so that my kids have never dreamed of utter those words. It means “Everything is OK here.” )
Speaking of words, did any of you ever call a couch a davenport? Or a winter cap a chook? What about calling a wallet a billfold?) What are some colloquialisms from your neck of the woods?
I am going to try to get something accomplished now and not sprawl out on the davenport with a book. Must figure out what to cook for dinner (anyone call it supper?)
Okey-dokey, signing off now. Thanks for listening. Today’s blog feels like a diary. **grin**