When I wrote the post on Wednesday, I thought I’d have nothing to talk about tonight except packing boxes. Amazingly though we’ve spent a lot of time outdoors this weekend – going first one place and then another, or just out with Maddie and Bear. Of course that means putting packing into a higher gear for the next two weeks, but so be it!
Our closing date is Oct. 29, a Tuesday, and we’ll be leaving Mackinac on either the 30th or 31st (I typed that sentence really fast so I couldn’t start thinking about it). Ted wants to be at the Bottom for the Georgia football game, and with that goal in mind, I have no doubt he’ll be there at the appointed time. We still can’t talk much about leaving without getting a case of the “sentimentals”, but time is the only thing that will take care of that . . . time AFTER we leave the Island.
We’re still “homeless” for next summer, but we have 2-3 irons in the fire, and we’re hoping one of them works out. Sure would like to get that buckled down before we leave the Island.
Friday started off as another October gift – sunny skies and mild temperatures. This time last year we couldn’t venture out without several layers, and here we were walking the dogs without even a light jacket! But when I happened to glance outside late in the morning, I thought, “Oh, no! Something’s on fire!” But it wasn’t smoke, it was fog . . . rolling in from the lake in huge swirls. And that’s how fast things change in Michigan!
On Saturday night I put together my old standby – corn salad – and Ted and I went downtown to a friend’s going away dinner. The host has an apartment over the Island Slice Pizzeria, and I took that as an opportunity to shoot a few photographs of Main Street from a different vantage point.
When I went back inside I was told that the ladder in the corner of the room led up to the roof. With Ted’s help, I managed to get up there without incident, and, oh my goodness, what a view!
The next two weeks will be dedicated to packing and saying a lot of goodbyes – just like we’ve done the last six years. And we’ll be constantly reminding ourselves we’ll be back next summer – just like we’ve done the last six years – only next summer will be for a little shorter time.
I find myself keeping three little phrases spinning through my head these days – God’s in charge. God doesn’t make mistakes. God’s time is perfect.
It’s all good. God bless.