I decided to post some pure Michigan joy found in the last few days, because, well frankly my last
First item of joy: Old man in booth.
Sporting a fancy green State Park polo, the ranger at the entrance of P.J. Hoffmaster told me I was in a grace period. Giving me a free parking space in the park and a new life mantra.
I am in a grace period.
Second moment: Granny Van.
I pushed my Great Grandma Van around in a wheel chair on a perfect Michigan summer afternoon.
I do love people. Always good to be reminded of that. [I'm not sure if the fact that the walk was around a cemetery was the most sensitive choice...but she's going home in a few weeks and it was really peaceful?]
Scene three: Avian pace setters.
Running along the beach with an incredible sunset to my right, waves splashing over my bare feet and a little flock of sandpipers running along in front of me. I started laughing. Snack, run, fly, land. Search, run, fly, land. For some reason these little birds sparked a great memory of a week that should have been a terrible memory. Funny how the hard parts become the best parts.
And fourth but not least: Frying things.
I find great joy in frying things. Most recently: eggs, salt, "homemade bread mix flour", maple syrup, water, cocoa power and walnuts. You can dump almost anything into a bowl, stir and after adding a healthy amount of olive oil into a heated skillet, come out with something delicious.
And since this post involves Michigan I'm going to take a moment to share my surprise, maybe even disbelief at this discovery.