One of the more enjoyable parts of reaching an age where nostalgia-based media is being created for you, is discovering that tons of people also loved the “weird” things you did, they just all attended different schools.
While enjoying coffee on a beautiful day, this giant carpenter bee floated by and settled onto the edge of my brother in-law’s shorts. We didn’t freak out and just let him rest there. This ended up being the bee’s final moments of life.
I’d like to think we made his exit at least a little humane.
THE most old man morning I could have: woke up before 7am, had indigestion from too much garlic at dinner, needed to fix a work thing I forgot last night, and decided to watch the sunrise while exercising. 👴🏻
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.