I did so good today! I behaved myself and stayed home. I unpacked e- v-e-r-y single bag and put everything in e-v-e-r-y single bag in a place out of sight from prying eyes (whether it fit or not – if you drop by for a visit, please do not open closets). Then – I ironed! Well, I pressed. You know how your clothes look like you slept in them when they come out of the suitcases? Ok, maybe ya’ll know how to pack better than I do, but mine look like I roll them into a bundle, then shrink-wrap them. So, after putting everything away, I got out the iron and one of those little travel ironing boards that came with the condo and pressed everything I had brought with me.
There’s nothing like doing a little chore like ironing to make you think you’re still at home. But, would you believe even ironing is more enjoyable on this island! I set up the toy ironing board on the kitchen countertop (the only space at the right height), opened the kitchen window so a cool breeze was blowing directly on me, tuned the radio to a classical music station (always iron to classical music – it makes you think you are doing something cultural instead of drudge work), and ironed away the afternoon. My only interruptions were a couple of Maddie and Bear potty breaks and a walk down to Judy’s (a condo neighbor) for a 30-minute chat sitting on her back porch. Occasionally I would hear talking outside the window and look over to see people riding by on rental horses or a taxi heading up or down the hill, with folks heading for the ferries or the airport. Yep, there’s just something different about ironing on Mackinac Island.
Because I didn’t get out today, there wasn’t a chance to take any photos, but for just this kind of emergency situation . . . I saved some from yesterday! Here are a few of the leftovers from Tuesday’s walk. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.
On Thursday we are expecting some new furniture for our condo. We ordered it last fall before we left the island, and tomorrow is the “scheduled” delivery date. There are all kinds of logistics involved in getting furniture across the Straits on a ferry, then up our hill on a horse-drawn dray. There should be lots of interesting things to write about Thursday night for Friday’s blog!
“The sun was just sinking beneath the horizon, casting long streams of light athwart the ruffled waves, when the Captain called me forward to the first look at Mackinac” . . . Dr. Gilman, Life on the Lakes, 1835.