Was nicely presented with wine and appetizers Thursday night when I got home from work. Very nice, very relaxing and very necessary as we couldn't get a reservation for dinner until 8:00! Ah well, allows time to enjoy one or two or several glasses of wine which, oddly enough, makes any dinner even better. No doubt as taste buds have now been numbed. Then, of course, one must follow up with a pre-dinner pinot gris before ordering dinner.
So tell me. We were in East Lansing, MSU territory and there were, understandably, many young people and their cute little dates there. So tell me - why do they seat the high rollers in the middle of the room and the "kids" in the romantic booths? Who is paying for an expensive dinner plus a generous tip and who is scrabbling for quarters in the seat cushions to pay their bill?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
BRRRRRR SCENES
Looking out the patio doors I see the happy dance of baby snow tornadoes racing across the buried backyard. I watch the latest flock of cardinals, chickadees and one lone woodpecker clinging frantically to the bird feeder snatching up icy seed. They will stay there all day, interchangeable with other family members, as they tuck away food like a famished driver hitting a truck stop. No doubt they bitch about the food and tell about their near misses on the roads and/or skies.
Which reminds me. Burt noticed a small hawk perched on the grill the other day. Small meaning it was only 2 times the size of our resident doves. He then floated up to the bird feeder to wait. No doubt he appreciates our convenient restaurant accomodations for the movable feast he calls dinner. Well carnivores have to eat too!
We do not discriminate against any who choose to dine at "Cher Ide". Come as you are. The birds and squirrels look permanently pregnant as they fluff up feathers and fur, respectively, to ward off the cold. Normally conversation is diminished as they save their breath for chewing. Although occasionally a small skirmish breaks out as bigger birds try to oust the smaller ones. The squirrels conjure up enough energy to chase each other and attempt to hide corn put out for the deer in one of the burlap-covered bushes.
The deer always wait a day after service has been provided and remain ever vigilant as they chew with one eye always moving, checking the area. Very difficult to do, unless you are a deer of course. I love to turn the backyard floodlight on and we stare at each other through the glass, darkly, of course for you literary fans.
Which reminds me. Burt noticed a small hawk perched on the grill the other day. Small meaning it was only 2 times the size of our resident doves. He then floated up to the bird feeder to wait. No doubt he appreciates our convenient restaurant accomodations for the movable feast he calls dinner. Well carnivores have to eat too!
We do not discriminate against any who choose to dine at "Cher Ide". Come as you are. The birds and squirrels look permanently pregnant as they fluff up feathers and fur, respectively, to ward off the cold. Normally conversation is diminished as they save their breath for chewing. Although occasionally a small skirmish breaks out as bigger birds try to oust the smaller ones. The squirrels conjure up enough energy to chase each other and attempt to hide corn put out for the deer in one of the burlap-covered bushes.
The deer always wait a day after service has been provided and remain ever vigilant as they chew with one eye always moving, checking the area. Very difficult to do, unless you are a deer of course. I love to turn the backyard floodlight on and we stare at each other through the glass, darkly, of course for you literary fans.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
WINTER SCENES
Made a trip to Grand Rapids in a blizzard the other day and I am so glad I used the facilities before and during. WHEWWWWW!!! I believe I drove the entire route with fingers clenched so hard it would have taken a tire iron delicately utilized to peel them off the artificial leather or applied to my noggin until I lost consciousness. I also believe my butt did not sit firmly in the seat but instead was suspended about 3 inches above the seat-apparently that helps keep the car on the road. I am not questioning logic that worked!
You know that teeth baring grin that people display on roller coasters as they are spun sideways and upside down. Rather an attitude: I am really having fun; I am not scared; look I am smiling grimacing, screaming internally very very very loudly. Well that is probably the look on my face as I slid majestically past wrecked semi-tractors and tiny little cars that weigh, oh I don't know, maybe 200 lbs. Great on gas mileage but absolutely worthless in a bad weather driving situation. And those fancy 4-wheel drive and SUV monsters that roar past only to wave sadly to the less adventuresome from the ditches into which they have decided to take a scenic detour. Do not make eye contact or you will have to stop. Which, by the way, may not have been possible with the wind and generally icy pavement passing beneath my wheels.
Particularly exciting were the trucks perched on the side of a steep and curved piece of highway much like metallic traffic cones daring unwary drivers to attempt the newly created obstacle course. No doubt they sat in their cabs with stopwatches and clipboards rating both skill and timing as cars negotiated the "truck moguls" that appeared on our highway ski hill. Zero points of course awarded to the wipe-outs, spectacular as they may be.
I love Michigan! By the next afternoon I was cruising 75 miles per hour on the way back on dry pavement.
You know that teeth baring grin that people display on roller coasters as they are spun sideways and upside down. Rather an attitude: I am really having fun; I am not scared; look I am smiling grimacing, screaming internally very very very loudly. Well that is probably the look on my face as I slid majestically past wrecked semi-tractors and tiny little cars that weigh, oh I don't know, maybe 200 lbs. Great on gas mileage but absolutely worthless in a bad weather driving situation. And those fancy 4-wheel drive and SUV monsters that roar past only to wave sadly to the less adventuresome from the ditches into which they have decided to take a scenic detour. Do not make eye contact or you will have to stop. Which, by the way, may not have been possible with the wind and generally icy pavement passing beneath my wheels.
Particularly exciting were the trucks perched on the side of a steep and curved piece of highway much like metallic traffic cones daring unwary drivers to attempt the newly created obstacle course. No doubt they sat in their cabs with stopwatches and clipboards rating both skill and timing as cars negotiated the "truck moguls" that appeared on our highway ski hill. Zero points of course awarded to the wipe-outs, spectacular as they may be.
I love Michigan! By the next afternoon I was cruising 75 miles per hour on the way back on dry pavement.
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