My face is so sore from grinning all day – every day – since we arrived on Sunday afternoon, I will probably have to have face therapy when we get back to Georgia. At first it was a little rainy, then a little windy, then a little chilly – but we couldn’t care less. We have been on a permanent Mackinac high, and it could snow for all we care – wouldn’t faze us a bit!
All the clouds and showers and wind disappeared this morning, and it was one of those sunny, crystal clear Michigan early summer days. There’s been very little indoor time – all we’ve wanted to do is get outside and enjoy every minute.
There’s so much to talk about! I’ve been very busy with my free lance work with Original Murdick’s Fudge, and for those of you who’ve been checking their web site each day for blog postings, just please be patient. I’ve submitted one already, and it should go up soon. I’ve also submitted quite a few photographs for them to use on their Facebook page. Those will begin posting soon also, so please go to their Facebook site and “like” it, so you’ll be notified of activity there.
Ok . . . what have we been up to – besides work? So glad you asked!
We’ve spent an unbelievable amount of time just talking to friends! You know Mackinac. A walk to the Island Bookstore turns into a three-hour meet and greet trip. It’s so much fun seeing everyone again after being away all winter. Ted and I have felt so much love this week we are totally blown away.
We arrived on the Island in time for Ted to help out again at the Community Foundation Celebration in Turtle Park last night. Bob Benser and the crew from the Chippewa Hotel are in charge of the food each year, and Ted has joined the crew for two years now. They packed up a dray in front of the hotel yesterday afternoon, stopped at the Grand for more equipment and supplies, then rode to the park to set everything up and start grilling.
Since Ted rode up early on the dray, I was in charge of the afternoon dog walk and feeding. With the celebration scheduled to start at 5:00, I knew I’d have to leave downtown by at least 4:30 to get to the park. As usual things didn’t go as planned, and I walked out the door at 4:50. I started off, dialing the taxi stand as I walked.
Once again, Dean answered the phone.
“Dean, it’s Brenda Horton.”
“You have any taxis headed up toward Turtle Park?”
“Nope, don’t have a thing.”
Big – very big – dramatic sigh from me.
“Where are you, Brenda?” Dean asked, and I could just see him shaking his head, wondering why I don’t plan just a little ahead for things like this.
“In front of St. Anne’s.”
“Sit down on the steps at St. Anne’s, and I’ll get something to you.”
Yeahhhh! Two minutes later I’m on a taxi headed up toward the top of the island. I arrived in plenty of time to eat and enjoy all the festivities . . . and talk, talk, talk!
I walked home alone, leaving Ted helping with clean-up. I confess . . . I could not walk by the condo. I took a path through the woods that brought me out at Surrey Ridge, where I turned down the hill without ever looking up toward our old place. Just couldn’t do it.
I could keep going, but it’s midnight, and my eyelids are closing between each word. More to come as the week goes on, and I’m sure I’ll still be writing about this week after we get home. We are so blessed to have this opportunity to be here right now, and I love being able to share it with all of you.
Oh. Oh. Oh! Guess what happened today????!!!!!