Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Happy Birthday, Frances!

Today is Frances's second birthday. Because I had to be teach a night class tonight, we celebrated this weekend with ice cream and presents. She decided she liked ice cream on Thursday, and now knows how to ask for it. We will be having a bigger party in a few weeks with, her cousins and family. Here are some pics of her enjoying ice cream at Steak and Shake.

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Beautiful Michigan: Holland (under ice)

Grand Haven wasn't enough for me, so then we drove down US 31 to Holland. I get all sentimental about Holland. My grandparents lived there, my mother was born there. I dragged Suzanne and Frances to the state park. They humored me, but then Frances got fussy for some reason, and Suzanne decided to take Frances back to the car. She told me to feel free to go climbing on the icebergs and break my neck if I felt like I had to, just so long as my life insurance was paid and in force, and covered death by stupidity.
St. Peter wasn't the only mortal to walk on water. Here I am walking on Lake Michigan. I only fell three times getting out there. I look very pleased with myself. I made some kid snap this picture.
After I got sick of falling on the frozen lake, I just climbed up on the pier. Look at the colors in the sky as sunset came. I got some lady to snap this sunset picture with the frozen channel in the background. It may seem foolhardy, but after you've been cooped up for a month, you just want go outside and do something, even if its climbing on icebergs. And the sun was shining, and it wasn't terribly cold, so that was my chance. I am grateful to my family for humoring this impulse in me.
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Beautiful Michigan: Grand Haven, under ice...

Sometimes, you just need to get outdoors and DO SOMETHING. Since it was bright and sunny and a warm 20 degrees, I decided we should go to Grand Haven and Holland, and see the ice. And did we ever see ice.
Suzanne would not let me go very far out onto the pier. One of our favorite topics of conversations in Michigan is talking about fools who get killed when walking out on the piers when they're not supposed to. Suzanne, apparently, was not ready for widowhood.
How's that for ice? Look at that! Amazing! One of these days, I'm going to drive across Lake Michigan to Chicago. My father swears he did this in 1967 or 68. I feel like Helen Reddy's "Little Ruby Red Dress" everybody laughs... doesn't have a future, never made no past. Call it a midlife crisis. I'm going to be 35 in April. Middle Aged. Halfway to seventy. I feel like I'd better do something before I'm sitting in a wheelchair all day, drooling on an afghan and losing my dentures.
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