A wicked storm shot past us last night, filling the sky with so much lightening that I was able to catch a few. I had no clue what settings I should use but my very old camera and I made the best of it.
We somehow managed to find ways to carefully store 12+ years of our daughter’s art but all we’ve really done is buy ourselves time to figure out where even more are going to go when she brings them home.
View atop Sleeping Bear Dunes. The edge of that sand drops waaaaaaaay down to a, “it will cost you a $3,000 rescue helicopter ride if you can’t walk back up yourself” beach.
The ferry was rocking and rolling on Lake Huron so much that I’m impressed my camera managed this shot of The Mighty Mack.
Also, my hat got blown off… and into the woman behind me. Embarrassing but now it’s my “lucky” hat.
Asking the lovely woman at the front desk of our not-fancy hotel provided us with the perfect dinner recommendation.
We also got back in time to thank her, which turned into a very short chat and a core memory of the vacation.
More human, less tech.
If anyone wants to hire me, I’ve really got my finger on the pulse of middle-aged white guys trying to get their hair cuts at the least busy time of day who end up all going at the same time.
Twelve years ago, we took our then kindergartener for pancakes before her first day of school. Today, we’re celebrating her graduation from high school and, like all parents, dumbfounded in the realization that our child has become an adult right under our noses. We couldn’t be more proud.
Hard for me to believe that today is my daughter’s very last regular day of high school ever. Her mother and I tried not to overthink it as we had breakfast together but I did insist on a photo.
My new routine: Every day, when my daughter is gone at school, my brain forces me to face the fact that her being gone will soon be my new normal.
I hate this new routine.
