The drudge of being away from home.....
Being away on the road brings me back to the "wish my company will contact me for the Australian gig". Being away from home makes me miss people and I am not sure how I am to communicate with folks via cyberspace, it sucks. I guess being out of site doesn't warrant folks to respond as easily than if I was there.....hmm must have been something I did, said or didn't do or say.
Visiting with my cousin last weekend was nice. Driving back from Chicago to Detroit made me realize that I know I can't keep up with these folks as much as I want to if I don't live there as well. So my nomadic lifestyle is really making me realize how I look forward to retirement. Last week I checked on how my girls are doing in the feline hotel; they are doing better. I would love to work in such a job that has cats around me all day. Yarn store or cat kennel/hotel? What a decision.
04 March 2008
01 March 2008
Memories of My Youth
I did it to myself today. Since I am imprisoned in Detroit metro this weekend, I planned to drive to Chicago metro to visit my cousin Tom. I missed out the last time I stayed a weekend in the Great Lakes December since this fucking weather took me down for the flu all that weekend. Now I am healthy to take the drive.
On the way I took a detour off I-94 to Sister Lakes, MI. What a time to forget my camera!! Dewey Lake (one of the Sister Lakes) was the lake that my parents had a summer cottage when I was growing up. Every summer that was my home on Huckleberry Lane - Dewey Lake. This is a natural lake where I remember picking out clams, snails and tadpoles. I was a tomboy!! No girly-girl would ever touch those slimy things. I managed to find the patience to fish with my father in that lake and caught crappies (pronounced 'croppies') and wide-mouth sea bass with worms on hooks and fake minnow lures. Many summers I spent there just looking out at the lake at dusk and many mornings I woke up to the glass top of the lake without any ripples yet. We had a ski boat; learned how to water ski there and also lost my innocence there as well. Wow - I miss those times.
The detour was a challenge since it was > 30 years ago when I was last there; couldn't remember all the turns. I had to stop off at a gas station to ask how to get to that lake so I can remember the lot where we lived for the summer. Finally found it! More houses built around the cul-de-sac, and the homes there have second stories. They weren't like that when I was there as a little girl. My have things changed. Even the cottage that we lived in the summer no longer exists. There is a different structure there and the old weeping willow tree in the front yard that had a tire swing is gone. At least the existing house is as small as the cottage we had on that lot. Owners name "Chalpoukpa's" on the sign above the entry of the door. The next door neighbor's structure added a second floor yet the 3-unit rental on the other side was the same; just different painted colors. I was compelled to run through the snow out to the lakefront. The lake is frozen over, I saw a guy out in the middle ice fishing. Otherwise the memories of watching the water day and evening came back even with the snow and frozen lake in front of me - it was bright and sunny out. Then all of a sudden the memory was ruined by a father and son taking out their ATV's onto the lake. So much for the peace and quiet. Driving back out of this area made me realize that the road back when I was young was much longer to walk than I see as an adult. I took another turn down the street where I picked wild rasberries. No more - full of houses - those fuckers!! Sigh! Back to I-94 and into Chicago for my visit. Later!
On the way I took a detour off I-94 to Sister Lakes, MI. What a time to forget my camera!! Dewey Lake (one of the Sister Lakes) was the lake that my parents had a summer cottage when I was growing up. Every summer that was my home on Huckleberry Lane - Dewey Lake. This is a natural lake where I remember picking out clams, snails and tadpoles. I was a tomboy!! No girly-girl would ever touch those slimy things. I managed to find the patience to fish with my father in that lake and caught crappies (pronounced 'croppies') and wide-mouth sea bass with worms on hooks and fake minnow lures. Many summers I spent there just looking out at the lake at dusk and many mornings I woke up to the glass top of the lake without any ripples yet. We had a ski boat; learned how to water ski there and also lost my innocence there as well. Wow - I miss those times.
The detour was a challenge since it was > 30 years ago when I was last there; couldn't remember all the turns. I had to stop off at a gas station to ask how to get to that lake so I can remember the lot where we lived for the summer. Finally found it! More houses built around the cul-de-sac, and the homes there have second stories. They weren't like that when I was there as a little girl. My have things changed. Even the cottage that we lived in the summer no longer exists. There is a different structure there and the old weeping willow tree in the front yard that had a tire swing is gone. At least the existing house is as small as the cottage we had on that lot. Owners name "Chalpoukpa's" on the sign above the entry of the door. The next door neighbor's structure added a second floor yet the 3-unit rental on the other side was the same; just different painted colors. I was compelled to run through the snow out to the lakefront. The lake is frozen over, I saw a guy out in the middle ice fishing. Otherwise the memories of watching the water day and evening came back even with the snow and frozen lake in front of me - it was bright and sunny out. Then all of a sudden the memory was ruined by a father and son taking out their ATV's onto the lake. So much for the peace and quiet. Driving back out of this area made me realize that the road back when I was young was much longer to walk than I see as an adult. I took another turn down the street where I picked wild rasberries. No more - full of houses - those fuckers!! Sigh! Back to I-94 and into Chicago for my visit. Later!
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