Posts tagged "New Buffalo"

Travels with Mabel

Mabel is not my Dog of a Lifetime. That is Chamois, my Golden Retriever, best dog ever. Mabel is, however, the dog of my middle years. She is almost 12. (You do the dog years math) We have aged together.  That counts for a great deal. We are grafted. Among other things, we both love... Read more »

Time is a Tyrant

Time is a Tyrant
Garry Meier used to say this all the time, though he meant it as a nudge to keep Steve on track when his stories wandered into space reserved for news or commercials. Roger Ebert’s latest journal entry addressees this notion in its sadder, more universal reality:  we watch people we love die.  We will die... Read more »

September

September
September, for years, has been  the month where habits are recalibrated.  School calendars are given priority.  Bedtimes are earlier.  Food becomes heartier. We accept the punchlist of things we did not get around to- power washing the deck, or planting tomatoes.  We forgive ourselves, and roll over the  wish list for “next year.”  I always... Read more »
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Wildlife, not a wild life

Wildlife, not a wild life
    OK- it was a quiet day with no car. Steve over-scheduled himself- podcast, massage, bike ride, pick up the car via the Electra two wheeler.  I only had one chore:  buy some groceries since I will be here alone , with only my ridiculous legs, during Steve’s Chicago Bears, Culture yogurt blitz tomorrow.... Read more »

An automotive assist to my sloth

An automotive assist to my sloth
Yesterday we tooled around, and the day was so beautiful that Steve ditched the A/C in my car, which was once his car. He lowered the windows.  As the back passenger side window dropped- it really dropped.  Into the abyss. The car is celebrating its 11th birthday, but it is a thing of beauty.  It... Read more »

Sitting still- who can do it? Me.

Sitting still- who can do it?  Me.
My reign as an underachieving vacationer continues.  We grocery shopped, played with Henry, played with Henry some more, watched him sleep, and tried to let Pat and Rachel grab a little R and R.  Then I was all sad when Henry was buckled in his car seat and returned to his urban lair.  I will... Read more »
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Communal Vacation

Communal Vacation
We arrived late last night, and so the vacation is fairly embryonic.  We were too tired to eat, so Steve did a frozen Stouffer’s and I did Pinot Grigio from a box. Great news:  Henry has arrived with his parents.  I am over the moon to have a few days together.  I have not heard... Read more »

Crafting Madness

My Mom and Dad, circa 1947.  Forever together!
This is just a “make good” posting.  I had promised that I would post pictures of the “sisters’ projects” from our annual meet-ups in New Buffalo.  Before I start to blather on about holidays/birthdays and so on, I figured I’d best follow through.  Of late, my attention span is pretty ramshackle.  But here are some... Read more »

Family Circles

The six Joliat kids form a tight circle, but the four girls tighten it even more- into a knot of sorts. We all have different rhythms and responsibilities, but at heart we are one for all, all for one.  Each autumn we try to migrate to New Buffalo for a retreat of sorts- time to... Read more »
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Sisters' Weekend

I am typing this for a delayed posting, since I am off to Michigan for colors and sisters.  Judy and I are in Chicago, Marie and Jennifer are in Detroit.   We will meet in New Buffalo (not halfway, but a tradition) this weekend for our annual get together.  We failed to merge last Autumn,... Read more »