Saturday afternoon at 3:48. I’ve only been outside once in the last 48 hours, and that was a quick out-and-back-in for the pups to potty (and because Ted wasn’t home when they wanted to go out). Since Friday morning, it’s been cold, it’s been windy, it’s been raining, and I have a wonderful husband who says “Why should you get wet?” (well, usually he says that). As I write these words, it’s 49, with a wind chill of 43, and the fireplace hasn’t been off since we first turned it on around 7:30 this morning. It’s one of those weekends that makes me feel so bad for vacationers who are only here for a day or two.
But you know what? The Carriage Tour carriages have been running all day – filled with passengers. I’ve seen one private tour buggy after another go by, and the wedding bells at Little Stone Church rang out twice already this afternoon. People come, rain or not; they explore, rain or not; and weddings still go on – rain or not. Even when it’s brrrr weather, and raining, and windy, there’s still no place like Mackinac Island!
(Warning! Warning! If you don’t like snakes, avoid looking at the pic at end of this story!)
We have friends on the Island who have two of the most precious children on the planet. There were three reasons this little boy and his little sister stopped by our condo (on their way home from school, with their teacher mom) a lot last summer. Reason #1: They love, love, love Maddie and Bear. Reason #2: I think they like us too. Reason #3: Their mom, who teaches science, told them there might be snakes in a couple of wood-covered holes in the yard. I can’t remember how many times they came up empty-handed last year, but it was a lot.
As I was going out the backdoor last week to walk to town, this same little boy came running up the boardwalk from the street shouting, “Ms. Brenda, Ms. Brenda, I caught a snake!” And yes, indeed he had – the very first time he checked the holes out this year he got lucky. He had very carefully grabbed the little non-poisonous (no poisonous snakes on the Island) snake right behind his head, leaving the rest of him/her to dangle down between his arms. Thank the good Lord I raised boys!
Well, I oohed and ahhed over that snake like it was a soft, furry puppy. I turned him over so we could discuss whether this was the same snake Maddie had been trying to catch for the last week (I don’t think it was). Then, after declaring, “I think it’s a girl snake” (I certainly had no plans to dispute that), he was off to show his mom his new green friend.
Two older gentlemen had walked up the hill with him, and they were still standing in the street, looking both a little amazed and a little tickled. “I’m his grandfather,” one said. “He was so proud of finding that snake, and he was so excited you walked out at just that moment. I was scared to death he was going to send you into a dead faint when he ran at you like that with a snake in his hands!”
I just laughed, “Oh no – I never knew what my two boys were going to bring in the house when they were growing up,” I said.
I didn’t mention that if he’d arrived at my doorsteps with a roach, it would have been a whole different story! I don’t even like to type the word “roach” – gives me the hebbie-jebbies!
Beginnings of cabin fever setting in. Saturday night is date night, but with the weather so yucky, we decided to stay home. Ted cooked up a big pot of chili (perfect for this kind of weather), and now I’m roaming around the condo, trying to find something to do. So here I sit – writing.
Even Maddie and Bear are going nuts. They get so used to spending lots of time outside when we’re up here – running, chasing balls and chipmunks and rabbits, flying across the yard to the Carriage Museum for treats from Denise – and now it’s been two days of only-out-for-potty breaks. When Bear isn’t walking back and forth to the deck door, looking longingly outside, he’s putting balls in my lap and staring into my eyes with “the look”. He always goes out on the deck for a couple of hours after dinner to bask in the cool air and watch folks come up the hill. Maddie is pouting. Usually Bear can engage her in a ball chase if we’re not interested. But not tonight.
What a perfect day! We awoke to clouds, but as the morning progressed, they gave way to beautiful blue skies and sunshine. Yeahhhh! Following a wonderful service at Little Stone Church and a quick lunch at the condo, we packed our pockets with balls to throw, leashed up Maddie and Bear, and headed up through the Village for a long walk.
Tomorrow I’ll begin volunteering once more at the Stuart House Museum downtown on Market Street. I’ll be working there on Mondays this season from 10 a.m. – 2 p.m. If you’re visiting on the Island and have a few minutes, I’d love for you to stop by and visit. I love meeting my readers!
See you back here on Wednesday with a new Mystery Spot, some readers’ photographs, and who knows what else! God bless.