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a rough sketch of an entry.
Nov. 12th, 2006 10:39 pmIt's tough to type with a cat on your lap; sooner or later they just get tired of the jostling and leave. This is faster but less warm.
This weekend we headed out for a little tour of Michigan. My mother was concerned that her foot was not up to driving all the way out to Chicago, so we met somewhere middle-ish at a bed and breakfast. At the last minute our spouses (current and former) decided to come along for the ride, making it a somewhat wackier weekend than it would have been otherwise (beer! politics! bookstores!) but decidedly less fibery--we didn't get everyone together to go find a yarn store. The B&B was cozy, comfortable, lavishly appointed in that way that Midwesterners will do, and was just down the street from (I kid you not) the Chatterbox Cafe. I don't believe they had rhubarb pie on the menu, but to be honest, we couldn't get all the menfolk interested in eating there at the same time. The rooms were cold enough that we wore hats to bed, but there were lots of fluffy blankets and El said, "I'm really glad I came along." Aww. That was the best bit of the weekend.
After breakfast Sunday we headed out to Marshall, MI where we visited the American Museum of Magic--yes!--and lined up a magic show for next weekend, ate some fudge, browsed a Christmas store (already overloading on music, yep) and tried to ingest as much coffee as humanaly possible. It was tough to get all four folks in our foursome headed in the same direction at the same time, so we possibly didn't cover Marshall quite as thoroughly as we could've. Then Elwood and I trucked up through Battle Creek to see the Kellogg Sanitarium (he has hilarious history on this which I'm not sure is true), ate a turkeyburger in Kalamazoo, and trucked on home through the centers of towns until it got dark.
At home: the cats missed us and showed their disfavor by soiling a throw rug and scratching the furniture, respectively. El said he regretted not going into (and thus being able to blog about) the Chatterbox Cafe. He asked, "Did you find something to write about?" Yup.
This weekend we headed out for a little tour of Michigan. My mother was concerned that her foot was not up to driving all the way out to Chicago, so we met somewhere middle-ish at a bed and breakfast. At the last minute our spouses (current and former) decided to come along for the ride, making it a somewhat wackier weekend than it would have been otherwise (beer! politics! bookstores!) but decidedly less fibery--we didn't get everyone together to go find a yarn store. The B&B was cozy, comfortable, lavishly appointed in that way that Midwesterners will do, and was just down the street from (I kid you not) the Chatterbox Cafe. I don't believe they had rhubarb pie on the menu, but to be honest, we couldn't get all the menfolk interested in eating there at the same time. The rooms were cold enough that we wore hats to bed, but there were lots of fluffy blankets and El said, "I'm really glad I came along." Aww. That was the best bit of the weekend.
After breakfast Sunday we headed out to Marshall, MI where we visited the American Museum of Magic--yes!--and lined up a magic show for next weekend, ate some fudge, browsed a Christmas store (already overloading on music, yep) and tried to ingest as much coffee as humanaly possible. It was tough to get all four folks in our foursome headed in the same direction at the same time, so we possibly didn't cover Marshall quite as thoroughly as we could've. Then Elwood and I trucked up through Battle Creek to see the Kellogg Sanitarium (he has hilarious history on this which I'm not sure is true), ate a turkeyburger in Kalamazoo, and trucked on home through the centers of towns until it got dark.
At home: the cats missed us and showed their disfavor by soiling a throw rug and scratching the furniture, respectively. El said he regretted not going into (and thus being able to blog about) the Chatterbox Cafe. He asked, "Did you find something to write about?" Yup.
