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The heat creeps in...
This was one of those days were we were all over the map.
Mom wanted to go into Pentwater to a restaurant/bar called The Brown Bear, and have their huge hamburgers. I wasn’t going to trust that I wouldn’t get the shakes from skipping food first thing, so I split oatmeal and fruit with W, and we all trooped to Pentwater for lunch.
I stuck with grilled chicken on salad, while three other pairs of people had burgers – the big one was about 3 pounds, I think. The size was mind-boggling. The salad was decent, although I skipped the salad dressing – it was a raspberry vinaigrette and too sweet, it probably had corn syrup in it. Went to Rinaldi’s for ice cream, and I can report that the Traverse Bay Cherry Fudge did not seem to be Traverse Bay sour cherries – they appeared to be maraschino. Otherwise, there was a nice texture to the ice cream.
Next was home for us, while others went in search of tongue and groove landscaping timbers. W went off to get more Vanilla Zero Diet Coke, and I have no memory of what I did. I’m sliding into fugue state. Turned out my sister and her brood decided Home Depot was a mess, and picked up enough groceries to make a large walking taco for the Association cocktail party. (They’re big on cocktail parties up here.) W brought me back unsalted butter, so I made both a flourless chocolate cake and oatmeal before coming over here to type.
The party was held in an old clubhouse that is too old to rent rooms without extensive renovation. Folks rent the first floor/kitchen for various things. We went to be the third generation to own the cottage, and to try and remember a few names. I forgot my convention button – “Hi, I don’t remember your name, either!” but managed to recognize a few faces.
There was a storm rolling in from Green Bay – it looked like it was heading south on radar, but it brushed us in passing. First there was a curtain of heavy misting, the scent of damp sand and dune grass sweeping into the screened porch of the clubhouse. Then the smell of large bodies of water – fish, not as fresh as you’d want, which was quite weird – and finally the rain itself, in heavy curtains. We stayed longer than we’d planned, because of the rain – eventually it was sparse enough to walk my Mom out the back (only one step) to the car. Everyone else walked back on the boardwalk.
The Hart and Silver Lake fireworks were past – Pentwater is postponed until Homecoming, and Ludington was supposed to be Thursday night, but we heard the fog horn, so doubt it came off.
Bed sounds good about now, although not tired. W has put up with my nutty family for several days – I need to find out where he’d like to go tomorrow/today. Maybe he’d like a trip up to Ronnie’s Rib Shack for the best sauce in the country (at least for me – apple butter base, yum!)
In closing – thinking good thoughts for friends in OK and TX. Two of the three counties I’ve lived in since moving south have been declared disaster areas. The water hasn’t made it as far down as Travis County – not in mass quantities. Here’s hoping we don’t pull off a hat trick this week.
Mom wanted to go into Pentwater to a restaurant/bar called The Brown Bear, and have their huge hamburgers. I wasn’t going to trust that I wouldn’t get the shakes from skipping food first thing, so I split oatmeal and fruit with W, and we all trooped to Pentwater for lunch.
I stuck with grilled chicken on salad, while three other pairs of people had burgers – the big one was about 3 pounds, I think. The size was mind-boggling. The salad was decent, although I skipped the salad dressing – it was a raspberry vinaigrette and too sweet, it probably had corn syrup in it. Went to Rinaldi’s for ice cream, and I can report that the Traverse Bay Cherry Fudge did not seem to be Traverse Bay sour cherries – they appeared to be maraschino. Otherwise, there was a nice texture to the ice cream.
Next was home for us, while others went in search of tongue and groove landscaping timbers. W went off to get more Vanilla Zero Diet Coke, and I have no memory of what I did. I’m sliding into fugue state. Turned out my sister and her brood decided Home Depot was a mess, and picked up enough groceries to make a large walking taco for the Association cocktail party. (They’re big on cocktail parties up here.) W brought me back unsalted butter, so I made both a flourless chocolate cake and oatmeal before coming over here to type.
The party was held in an old clubhouse that is too old to rent rooms without extensive renovation. Folks rent the first floor/kitchen for various things. We went to be the third generation to own the cottage, and to try and remember a few names. I forgot my convention button – “Hi, I don’t remember your name, either!” but managed to recognize a few faces.
There was a storm rolling in from Green Bay – it looked like it was heading south on radar, but it brushed us in passing. First there was a curtain of heavy misting, the scent of damp sand and dune grass sweeping into the screened porch of the clubhouse. Then the smell of large bodies of water – fish, not as fresh as you’d want, which was quite weird – and finally the rain itself, in heavy curtains. We stayed longer than we’d planned, because of the rain – eventually it was sparse enough to walk my Mom out the back (only one step) to the car. Everyone else walked back on the boardwalk.
The Hart and Silver Lake fireworks were past – Pentwater is postponed until Homecoming, and Ludington was supposed to be Thursday night, but we heard the fog horn, so doubt it came off.
Bed sounds good about now, although not tired. W has put up with my nutty family for several days – I need to find out where he’d like to go tomorrow/today. Maybe he’d like a trip up to Ronnie’s Rib Shack for the best sauce in the country (at least for me – apple butter base, yum!)
In closing – thinking good thoughts for friends in OK and TX. Two of the three counties I’ve lived in since moving south have been declared disaster areas. The water hasn’t made it as far down as Travis County – not in mass quantities. Here’s hoping we don’t pull off a hat trick this week.
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