Good morning, friends and family. Coming to you live from a very chilly morning here in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. It’s four degrees (-16 C) and I just donned socks and a hooded sweatshirt over these jammies in order to type with more comfort.
Oh, do excuse me. Must also stoke the wood stove with more logs.
Where was I?
Yesterday was the 31st birthday of our eldest son. He and I talked on the telephone for 44.44 minutes. (Truly, that was the exact time as we hung up. Very auspicious, don’t you think?) I love talking with him and some weeks the conversation proves much shorter. So he gave his mama a present for his birthday!
One moment please. Must go close the damper on the wood stove. Be right back.
Chris had just bought an $11 suit from Goodwill. Boy, did we raise that boy right! He knows how to recycle and re-use and save money like a pro. Good Christopher. He has to present a paper in Boston later this month and will pass through New York City to visit his sister. Mama will drink up every detail of their visit because she’s so happy they’re still good friends.
Speaking of airplanes (well, I’m sure you imagined Chris flying to NYC, didn’t you?) Barry and his fishing buddy, Mike, were out ice fishing again yesterday. They looked up in the blue March sky to witness airplane contrails forming overhead.
Don’t you sometimes wonder where the airplanes are going? Mike whips out an app on his iPhone (lucky him, his phone has service where he lives) and actually KNOWS from whence the jets came. A United Airlines flight from Chicago to Tokyo. Really? The next one: United Airways from Toronto to Vancouver. Next: American Airlines headed from Chicago to Tokyo. Guess this is the flyway from the Midwest to Asia.
It’s probably a good thing I don’t know where every overhead plane is going. I’d be jumping up and down shouting, TAKE ME! Take me, too, please!
We are going to Fort Myers Beach, Florida, in less than three weeks. That should be enough for any snow-bound survivor, right?
(A foot of snow dumped on us on Monday once again. This winter shows no sign of ever ending. The ice fishermen rejoice with the extended cold. I just dream of Florida beaches.)
Speaking of daughters, I am not allowed to mention her name on the Internet again. She did a Google image search of herself and discovered photos of her in bathrobe and her father on the floor repairing a toilet. (Remember A spiritual tale of two toilets?) From now on, said daughter shall be known as “K”. She did give me permission to type this paragraph.
One never knows with kids when one has permission to discuss them. I did have permission from Chris (whose name is not as searchable) to put his dapper suit photo (along with Goodwill details) on Facebook. That should be permission enough to include him in a blog, yes?
Luckily, our kids grew up being publicized in the local newspaper column, courtesy of their father. The can’t really complain. They were weaned with him sharing public details of their flu, hospital visits, and aftermaths of trips to Florida where we “waddled like ducks” to the State Police building after the back window of our car shattered into a million pieces. What can embarrass them now? (Hmmm, let me think…)
Speaking of public conversations, I suppose some of you astute commenters have gathered that I’m not responding to comments these days. All of a sudden, just like that, your blogger ran out of commenting steam. After five years and over 30,000 comments, she couldn’t keep another conversation going. She’s always felt like she’s chatting with the world in her living room, but lately…
Let’s change pronouns. I am simply feeling quieter. Every time I try to force the typing fingers to say something–anything–in response to a comment, they refuse to articulate. It’s time for some silence for a while. Will respond to any questions–or if the spirit speaks and the fingers agree–via email.
If you’re very quiet, though, you will probably feel me reading your comments and sitting with you in what you share. I may even sit longer with your comments.
The March sun is rising through the trees now. The house is warming up. I’m pondering what to do today.
Wishing you the best of days. If you fly by on your way to Hong Kong, Tokyo or Vancouver–do give a wave!