Context counts on a family vacation. At home I would never give a thought to Sesame Street or Elmo. Too cornball. But here, far away from the tragic hipness of Cincinnati, I found myself this morning watching Elmo’s World with little 4-year-old Davis and his 16-year-old brother. I can’t give you the brother’s name for a reason that comes next. We all laughed at the same Elmo and Mr. Noodle gags.
Night before last I went up to bed at midnight. I told the 16-year-old to please, when he went up, turn out the two lights that were still on. (I’ve learned from Mimi to confess my mistakes. I badly and boldly split an infinitive there.) In that teen-age deepening male voice we all know, he said, “Shure.” Pronounced like that.
When I came down in the morning, not only were those two lights still on, but there were two more on as well. He would be crushed if I said which 16-year-old he is although he is the only 16-year-old with us and if you read another posting here you’ll know his name, but really, do you care?
Mimi is right about the differences between the two lakes. Lake Charlevoix, though large, is quiet. Lake Michigan, a few minutes away on the other side of town, is more ocean-like. It’s nice to sit on the beach and just enjoy the sound of water rolling in. The town is in between the two lakes.
There is a library here that any big city would die to have. It’s new since our last visit. A converted school. Even private study rooms for video conferences and stuff. Very busy.
Finally, a few words about my obsessions. On day one here I became obsessed with solving a clogged toilet problem, even though the problem really belongs to the owner. It’s solved. Now I am obsessed with making perfect mango lassi for everyone. If I’m successful, their lives will be changed forever.
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