Hmmm. There’s a little nip in the air. It warms up nicely by two or three o’clock (“nicely” being low 70’s, not mid-80’s), but then the thermometer mercury begins sliding back down the tube. Friday and Saturday were very windy, and although I don’t think Fall is quite ready to declare “I’ve arrived!”, it’s certainly lurking out there somewhere – throwing us a few more sunny, warm days to pamper us, before beginning to turn green leaves into gold and warm breezes into chilly winds.
To be frank, I’m ready for Labor Day. As big as our crowds on the Island have been all summer, it seems for the last two weeks they’ve been even bigger! Because of the crowds, I haven’t been downtown as much this summer; but at the same time, I’ve been thanking the good Lord for all the business for the shops, hotels, and restaurants. The economic numbers have begun to come in, and Mackinac Island is coming back strong.
When I drew the shades up Saturday morning, I knew I just couldn’t stay home. The sun was shining, the air was cool, it was breezy, and the sky and water were matching shades of blue. Perfect! Jill and I had been trying to get together for weeks, and Saturday we finally both were free at the same time!
I needed a baby gift for my Georgia friend Dawn’s about-to-be-born grandson, so I shopped in Little Luxuries, while Jill ran in the bookstore to put her “left-over” sandwich in the frig. She was working the late shift on Saturday, so that would become her dinner. Then we crossed the street to visit Anne at Ella & Ivy’s. Both places were crowded with customers, and little Ella (Anne’s Maltese) was getting plenty of pampering by everyone who walked in. We said “Hello!” to Loretta in Martha’s Sweet Shop, but she was so busy she couldn’t break away even for a second. We all decided after Labor Day we had to have a Girl’s Lunch to celebrate a great season!
Saturday night Ted and I headed back downtown for date night. We had drinks at the Pony, then walked down the street to Mary’s Bistro for dinner (their signature dish is the spit-fired chicken with mashed potatoes). I get it every time we go there – yummy!
Saturday was a great day – spending time with a good friend, visiting other good friends, and capping it off with a sweet date with Ted. Blessed – so blessed.
Random Pics from the Weekend
Blog reader Yvonne Pitsch and her husband Tony (from Iowa) were on the Island this week, and we made plans to meet up on Friday morning as I walked with Bear down to the ferry (grooming day in Cheboygan).
The Tale of the Skirt
This morning I decided I would try something new – riding my bike to church, wearing a skirt. Ted had gone down ahead of me, so I finished dressing, took Maddie and Bear out one more time (in case we decided to eat lunch downtown), locked up and got on my bike. I was very conscious of trying to ride “ladylike” and also keep the skirt (mid-calf length and full) from getting into gears and bike chain and sprockets. I was doing a darn good job too . . . until I reached the Grand. Suddenly, instead of the whir of bike wheels, I heard the “click, click, click” of something wrong. I was going VERY slowly and had time to stop the bike before it stopped on its own. I was right next to a stopped carriage, and the driver looked over and said, “Uh, oh!” My skirt was totally wrapped in the back gears. Because it was long and full, I was able to get off the bike. There was nothing to do but rip the material out of the gear (the wheel would no longer turn), leaving about an inch of the skirt in the gear. I couldn’t see the damage, but I asked the driver his opinion. “Ah, you can’t even tell it’s torn,” he said. “Just be thankful you didn’t fall.” Well, I was, but I also had a feeling the damage was a little greater than what he was letting on.
I ripped the rest of my skirt out of the gears and walked the bike around the corner to Margaret’s Garden Shop at the Grand. Parking the bike, I walked inside, explained my problem, and asked if they had some sharp scissors. “Just do the best you can,” I said. They cut out the ragged edge, straightening the line as best they could, and swearing that because the skirt had an underskirt, it looked right in fashion. I thanked them and walked the bike the rest of the way to church.
Lesson learned: Don’t try the skirt thing on a bike again.
Favorite Photos from the Weekend
Another busy week ahead – working on Monday, friends possibly coming on Tuesday, lunch with Frankie on Wednesday, Ted in golf tournament for Medical Center on Thursday, with accompanying dinner at the Woods for wives that evening, and off-island for appointments on Friday.
Have I mentioned it’s been a busy summer?!
See you on Wednesday with the full report. Have a great week!