Here we are in Marquette, a town 78 miles from our Little House in the Big Woods. It’s the Big City, kids. It even has a Starbucks! How I love the city–just as much as the woods…
Barry has to cover the Baraga Track Meet for the L’Anse Sentinel. He–I mean we–have been covering this track meet for more years than you have fingers and toes.
Last year he limped in to cover aforementioned event with a walker less than two weeks after his first knee replacement. Oh, wasn’t he cute limping around! (I wouldn’t know–I don’t stay for the track meet anymore.) Someone snapped his picture and posted it on Facebook. He was a sports reporter/hero for five minutes!
Last year I lounged at Starbucks while he limped. (If you think I remember what I did you don’t know me very well. I probably lounged at Starbucks. 94.3
% sure that’s what happened.) Today it’s the Landmark Inn.
Click here to read a ghost story about this place. Tried to sneak upstairs with the laptop computer, Ms. Ellie, but they frowned and said “only parties of eight or more can go upstairs, but you’re welcome in the downstairs restaurant” so now I’m sipping the most delicious basil-tomato soup downstairs while typing.
It’s the second blog I’ve typed today. You poor things. You’ll have to hear the first one some imminent day, probably tomorrow. It’s about the *heart* and it’s about *my new blogging commenting philosophy* so any of you who want real-world blogs with real happenings (you know who you are) might not want to read the next humble offering. Or maybe you’ll love it. You never know. Probably depends if you’re a blogger.
You can read this one because it’s close to “actual physical happenings”.
As close to reality as one can get through a computer screen, that is.
OK, where were we? Excuse me. Sip of soup required.
It’s a pea soup of fog out there. We had to drive through the soup, especially the last ten miles.
“Help me see the stoplights!” I commanded to the passenger.
“Ohmygosh, did you SEE that stoplight?” I inquired to the passenger.
“Ohmygosh, did you see how long that guy’s hair was?” I asked the passenger who rolled his eyes at his yapping wife.
“My, we’re observant today,” the passenger yawned. “And we’re sharing our observations.”
“Yes, I am,” said the driver (and soon-to-be-blogger).
The people at the table behind me are discussing the Work Ethic. Apparently one of them has a son or daughter who does not like to work. (Imagine!) They tell of their own stellar work ethic. They moan about today’s lax standards.
I worked two and a half hours (no–make that two and a quarter hours) today, so I agree with them. But then I don’t. It’s so challenging to usually be between opinions. Some people have such definitive opinions and they keep them for a lifetime! I am lucky if I keep an opinion through your next sentence.
Must find some pics to illustrate this little story. I have strict orders to be back at the Northern Michigan University Dome–where the track meet is held–by 2 p.m. Then we’ll eat a real lunch. (The soup is only an appetizer because your blogger is nigh on to starving. She exaggerates, but you always adjust this to reality, don’t you?)
From a pea soup melty rainy contradictory world where there’s a Winter Storm Warning starting at midnight tonight!! Love, your blogging buddy, Kathy