
Ah, the other side. The other side of the lake, the other side of a door, the other side of the tracks, the other side of the mountain, the other side of the world, the other side of a certain age. The view is pretty nice over here!
I spent a good part of my vacation a couple of weeks ago at Silver Lake Sand Dunes. The dunes cover approximately 2500 acres. They are divided into three sections: the ORV section; the "dead" dunes area, where vegetation has caught the shifting sands; and the living dunes, moving approximately two feet a year.
By the time everyone jumped on the "family camp" plan, there were fifteen of us hanging out together. Fitting, as Silver Lake was the place we loved to come as children. I have pictures of my brother J.R., my father, and me on one of Mac Woods Dune Scooters dated 1956.
I had thought that I would just take the Dune Scooter rides, leaving the climbing of the dunes to the younger set. Well, you know how that goes. The State Park has added stairs to get you halfway up the first dune wall. How could I resist? So while I couldn't keep pace, I did make it out onto the gigantic sandpile, for the first time in more than twenty years.
And oh, the memories. As I stood atop the highest ridge, I could see Lake Michigan a mile and a half to the west. I could see the dune buggies to the north, coming down a sand face. Silver Lake lay below me. And I could see that family of yore, seven then eight strong. Too many memories to enumerate.
And new memories were being made, as the younger kids played ball, dune dove, and took the trek over to Lake Michigan.
The circle keeps on turning.
It's time to get tough. The office "critter" slipped two traps yesterday and dined in the bookeeper's drawer.
Here's the plan. Over the weekend, the critter got onto my "toy" shelf. (Oh quit snickering, you over there, you knew I'd have toys somewhere *smile*.) I have had this crocodile head with two yellow balls for the eyes. You blow in the neck of the croc and the eyes rise and float on the stream of air. (Bernouli's effect, or something like that.) Well, the critter played with one of the balls this weekend. Yes. There were teethmarks. So, I loaded my trusty catapult with the remaining eye, setting it at the edge of the credenza. I'm betting the critter will attempt to play with the ball, be flung along the wall, hit the door handle and fall on the trap.
Alternate outcome: The ball will be removed and the trap shoved into the waste basket. This is one smart animal.
| Freudian Inventory Results |
| Genital (56%) you appear to be stuck between a progressive and regressive outlook on life. Latency (56%) you appear to have a good balance of knowledge seeking and practicality. Phallic (50%) you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure. Anal (43%) you appear to have a good balance of self control and spontaneity. Oral (30%) you appear to be stubbornly and irrationally against receiving help even when it might be the more intelligent option. |
Okay, here we go, playing with great stuff from MandarinDesign and seeing if we can make it run or not. Oh, meg, do you know how much we love the pull quotes and opacity? Do go visit her and see how this effect is supposed to look. Michelle is the daughter of a teacher (I hope I haven't mixed that up??) and it shows . . . she conveys information so well!
This is the coast of Lake Michigan, from the view atop Big Sable Lighthouse. That's 110 steps up a circular staircase. I didn't think I'd be able to do it . . . but I did!
More TypoGraphical fun!
Getting to the "Other Side" of Lake Michigan.
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