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Monday, August 21, 2017
So after a week like this, I needed to seriously breathe, watch the water and enjoy my martoonie. Also at Captain's Landing, the local famous white duck was hanging around along with other regular ducks, swans, geese and turtles. Just happy little water fowl, swimming and doing what they do. I find it very zen to watch them and imagine how simple their very survival is.
On Saturday, with a day as sunny and perfect as it could be, we watched the incredible air show put on by Selfridge Air National Guard. The Thunderbirds as well as many other aviation specialties were on display. It was amazing to say the least. We had front row, catbird seats at the Ernst's who live close by. The many that were there plus neighbors dropping by, added to the feeling of community. We ate, drank, and shared fellowship and camaraderie. As the show wrapped up, the accompanying music had us all a little teary that our country had such dedicated and talented servicemen that give all to offer us security.
As cornflake as it sounds, I left feeling heartened and more secure. Somehow, things just seemed a little better-and safer. Thank you to the servicemen and veterans for the dedication and selfless service to us all. You make my world a better place. xoxo
Monday, August 14, 2017
The day promised to be very far out of my comfort zone. I would be rising well before dawn to be a captured audience for a day slated to be hot, loud, and crowded. And the worst of the worst-the dreaded porta potties. I probably would be NA'SCARRED' for life. But as DeWalt's newest and proudest distributer, I would just have to take one for the team. (Insert a weak fist pump and an even weaker, 'go team.')
Randy and I and niece Nicole made our way to Brooklyn (MIS Speedway) where we were greeted by Don and Shannon, our gracious hosts. Their attention to detail was amazing! They set up the tailgater to end all tailgaters complete with a tent of wonderful food and beverages along with a giant grill. There was cornhole, and an 8 person octo-bong for shooting beer-and no, I did not partake. As you can imagine, the people watching just got better as the day went on. I even survived one trip to the porta potties without too much duress. Randy was treated to some time in the pits and DeWALT outfitted him like one of the pit crew. He loved it!
At race time, Nicole and I made our way to our seats and inserted our earplugs. As the cars lined up, I learned that pole position is not just for dancers. I found myself actually getting caught up with the excitement and Nicole was totally into it, cheering and doing some weird redneck sound. I also learned that there would be 200 laps. Are you kidding me?
At about 150 laps later, our driver, Matt Kenseth dropped down in the standings, so we decided to pack it in. Hot, sweaty, dirty and tired, it was time to go home.
Okay, I confess to being pleasantly surprised. Not only did I survive-I had fun. It proves to me once again that it's WHO you are with-not WHERE you are. And maybe I need to keep more of an open mind once in awhile. Maybe...
Thanks to Don and Shannon and DeWALT for a very cool day. And my wingman, Nicole for her redneck spirit. (But if you ever make that pig squeal sound again, I will bop you in the head with your Peppermint Schnapps bottle!)
Gotta go Dolls-there are some tickets I need to book! 'Merica! xo
Monday, August 7, 2017
On Saturday good friends Tom, Kara and darling Vivi joined Randy and I for our annual outing to the Farmer's Market in Port Austin. I hit the market quite often but it's a very special day when we all go together.
The Thompson Tribe arrived and we spent some time drinking Bloody Mary's while Vivi explored the beach. Piling in the truck, we drove up the thumb admiring the tall corn fields and windmill farms. Vivi gleefully pointed out every cow she spotted. Threading Viv into her stroller, we set out among the farmers, peddlers and artists. Happily, we stocked up on fresh vegetables, spices, just-made sourdough bread and raspberry syrup. I flirted with my favorite little Amish boy at his regular stand. He was suitably embarrassed while I bought most of what he had to sell, including a peanut butter and chocolate cookie bar dessert. We then made our way over to the artists and vendor booths. I think we saw every type of dog that there is and I petted most of them.
The market is truly people watching and doggie petting at it's best. Next stop was an outside lunch spot where Vivi charmed everyone by playing her version of cornhole. She picks up the bags and drops them in the hole. She then fishes them out and totes them to the other end where the process starts over. Lunching at a shared picnic table, we made friends with the people on the other end. It truly is a very small world. Conversation and the view of the lake made a perfect end to our day. Heading back home, we all agreed that we love doing this together and vowed to keep up our yearly tradition. That's a promise worth keeping. xo
P.S. Please forgive my lack of skill in creating proper punctuation this week!