Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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The compelling reason to visit Michigan

Scott wonders what about summer around here might compel a person to visit.  So he asked us to show him.

Well here is the reason you should visit northern Michigan.

A visit provides the opportunity to relax your shoulders, loosen the kinks in your neck.

You can empty your mind.  Or fill it with fresh new thoughts if you’d rather.

Relax

Relax

There’s nothing like the peace of sitting in the sand as the sun goes down…

Watch the light change.

Light.

…watching the light dance and change as your mind rests.

Come visit northern Michigan.

And let it renew your soul.

Gentle evening.

Sigh.


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Nope. Not compelling.

Saturday I worked on Scott’s photo challenge.  He wants to see something compelling about summer in our hometown or state. I think it’s the word compelling that is intimidating me.  To go and create a photo that would compel you, my loyal readers, to book travel in my state is a big proposition.  Yet I know there is so much here in Michigan that you would love to see.

For many of us down near the city summer means going ‘up north.’  We pack up family and toys and jam our freeways heading north.

Two bikes, two kayaks.

Two bikes, two kayaks.

 

So Saturday afternoon I packed my camera and headed north too.  Oh I knew I wouldn’t have time to make it to my favorite places, but I thought I’d see how far I got and then I’d augment with photos from my archives.

I got as far as Frankenmuth, a little German town infused with flowers, tourists…

Shopping!

Shopping!

 

….and famous chicken dinners.

Can't stop in Frankenmuth without a chicken dinner!

Can’t stop in Frankenmuth without a chicken dinner!

 

You can buy German cheese….

Everyone needs a little cheese.

Everyone needs a little cheese.

 

….or sausage…

 

Doesn't everyone have a sausage store in town?

Doesn’t everyone have a sausage store in town?

…or stop at Bronners where it’s Christmas all year round.

Ho ho ho!

Ho ho ho!

 

Then while traveling cross country I got sucked into my favorite thing to photograph up there.

Wide open spaces.

Wide open spaces.

 

Barns.

I'm a country girl at heart.

I’m a country girl at heart.

 

So I didn’t get any further north, never got to show you Sleeping Bear Dunes.

Nothing but sand and sky.

Nothing but sand and sky.

 

Or Lake Michigan.

Water as far as you can see.

Water as far as you can see.

 

Or Mackinaw Island where all motor transportation is banned and horses haul everything.

Working like horses.

Working like horses.

 

Nope.  Didn’t find that compelling photograph that will make you want to come visit.  But I’m going to rummage through those archives and find something.

Just wait and see.

Come along with me!

Come along with me!


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A visitor is coming!

My sister is coming to visit us!

She's certainly visited since this was taken!

She’s certainly visited since this was taken!

She hasn’t been here in many years.  Katie was just a youngster during her last visit.

Katie and her Aunt long ago.

Katie and her Aunt long ago.

Katie is waiting impatiently.

I find my self doing something my mother used to do when she was preparing for a visit from us northerners.  I always seemed to arrive just after the azaleas were in full bloom.  Or after the dogwood or wisteria was finished for the season.  She always told me how beautiful they were and I tried to imagine it.

Today as I was weeding I wondered if our Koosa dogwood would still be in bloom when she arrives.

Prettiest this tree has ever been.

Prettiest this tree has ever been.

Will the clematis still be as spectacular?

Pretty in purple

Pretty in purple

Maybe the poppies will be opening.

Getting ready to burst!

Getting ready to burst!

Hopefully the begonias will still be beautifully orange.  She says orange reminds her of Mom who had an orange front door and when we were kids an orange kitchen sink.   I hadn’t thought of that when I picked them out for our front entry.  But I think of Mom frequently as I come and go now.

Remembrance orange

Remembrance orange

Katie says I should stop worrying about what will be blooming.  She says whatever is blooming we’ll all have a great time together.  Katie has all sorts of plans for things to do with her Aunt.  She can’t wait.

I'm waiting.....

I’m waiting…..

Me either.

Hey Mom

Hey Mom


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Patience. Not so much a virtue.

Hart Senate Office Building

Hart Senate Office Building

We’re finished, finally, with our meetings on The Hill.  We’ve talked to legislative staff members, subcommittee members, transportation aides, heads of agencies, chief of staffs, a Senator, cab drivers and a Cabinet Member.   Everywhere we go we express our frustration with the lack of speed we see coming out of the DOT (Department of Transportation), an agency tasked with the admittedly huge responsibility to implement many of the safety advances spelled out in the Reauthorization Bill passed last August.

Russell Senate Office Building.

Russell Senate Office Building.

Sitting at the huge conference table in the Transportation Secretary’s suite we heard over and over that mandating strong rear crash guards and speed governors, finishing the rule that mandates Electronic On Board Recorders, moving ahead to increase minimum insurance levels required by truck companies, putting together an objective study on size and weight, well, these things all take time.  And study.  Lots and lots of study.  Because they want their T’s crossed and their I’s dotted.  Repeatedly we were told we didn’t understand that it’s hard to get things finished in Washington.  That there are lots of levels that had to be moved through before the common sense issues could be resolved.  That we were impatient and naive.

Yea.  We get that.

But let me tell you, if I preformed at my job the way it seems these projects are being handled I’d be unemployed.  In the world of business, industry, retail, just about any workplace you can imagine, results are what matter.  How many times, when asked by your boss to meet a deadline have you been able to respond with a study?  Particularly a study to study the previous studies that have been done on your problem?  How often are you allowed to miss a deadline, consistently come in late with a project, and make the excuse that it’s hard?  We all have hard jobs.  We all face difficult decisions.  But eventually we all have to be adults and make a choice…go one way or another…do the best we can with the information we have.

Cannon House Office Building.

Cannon House Office Building.

Nothing in this world is perfect and you can spend a lifetime trying to be sure you don’t make a mistake, trying to find the perfect solution, a solution that will make all people happy.  Handling problems is hard.  That’s why they’re called problems.  But some problems have easier solutions than others.  Some problems are no-brainers.

Strengthening rear crash guards is a no-brainer.  The ones mandated on trucks now fail at an unacceptable rate.  Canada and Europe have a better guard, and have for years.  It shouldn’t be that difficult to transfer information from them to our own trucks.  Raising the amount of insurance carriers are required to have is a no-brainer.  $750,000 per crash isn’t enough to handle the medical bills for the first week a victim is in the hospital, not to mention a lifetime of rehab and care.  Recognizing that heavier trucks will cause more destruction, more death, more injury is a no-brainer.  But let’s be sure.  Let’s put together a 2 year study.  That’s the ticket.

Permanent memorial to truck crash victims.

Permanent memorial to truck crash victims.

We met with the DOT Monday afternoon.  While we were there people died in truck crashes across the country.  Monday afternoon in Charlotte NC    the driver of a disabled SUV and a good Samaritan were hit by a semi.  The good Samaritan was able to stop his car, get out and try to help the driver a the SUV, but the semi couldn’t stop?  Why is that?  Also Monday an Arizona public safety officer was killed, sitting in his car on the shoulder of the road while investigating another crash.   So at least 3 people died while we were sitting in meetings discussing moving along on projects that will save lives.  Not perfect solutions, but solutions that will save lives nevertheless.

Patience.  We were told to have patience.  The federal government moves slowly they said.  These things take time they said.   We need to study the ramifications they said.  We’ll get back to you on that they said.  Well.  Tell all that to the three families devastated  Monday.  Ask them for a little patience.  Then imagine it was your family.  How patient would you be?

Exactly.

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Gone away

Landed at Regan National.

Landed at Regan National.

Tonight I’m hanging out with friends in DC, tomorrow the work begins.  We’re sitting at the hotel bar catching up; it’s good to see them again.  We laugh, tell stories, but underneath the smiles rests the truth, the pain, the reason we’re all here.  We’re here because there are people missing from our lives that shouldn’t be gone.  We’re here because we can’t stay away.

This is the greatest group of people I wish I had never met.   As one in the group says she told her spouse when she called him tonight….”these are my friends.”  These are the people that truly know what it feels like because they’ve been there.  People that don’t have to talk at all,  they’re just there and you know you’re not alone.  The kind of people that hug tight and long, that look deep into your eyes and just know.

Tonight was the easy part of our very long weekend.  Tomorrow it gets harder.

Time for bed, I’ll share more later.


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Living life big….or small?

Wonder who's going to live here?

Wonder who’s going to live here?

I commute to work every day, often driving through some very wealthy communities.  For years I’ve been watching a couple of really big houses being built even though our area was hard hit by the recession.

I’ve watched these homes go up painstakingly slowly and wondered why.  I’ve  wondered who needs so much space, wondered what all the rooms were for.

Must have lots of bedrooms.

Must have lots of bedrooms.

At the same time I’ve been reading blogs written by women living full time in RVs…some of them in very small places.  The life of living small has always intrigued me.  Many years ago I told my Mom I wanted to grow up and live in an RV full time.  She said that I’d always want some home base, and maybe that’s so, but I don’t think way back then many people were living full time in RVs; certainly it wasn’t a movement it seems to be now.

I recognize that I view life on the road with rose colored glasses and by reading  blogs I have come to realize a few of the realities of life in a fourteen foot recreational vehicle.  The dumping of tanks, the challenges of cooking, finding internet access, doing laundry.  Safety and health issues add even more levels to the discussion.

Still.  I look at the photos of miles of dessert in the front yard of a small RV, or the canyons and mountains glowing under an evening sun and my heart is tugged.

Could you do it?  Could you pare your life down to essentials…and would those essentials fit an RV life?  Or are your essentials such that you need more space?  Which would you rather live in?  The new build?  Or the little trailer in the yard?

Which provides a more interesting life?

Which provides a more interesting life?

I’m torn.  But it’s fun to dream regardless.

Lots to think about.

Lots to think about.


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When music fills the air

We made it through our back to back concerts, one Friday night for family and friends and one Saturday morning at a festival of community bands.   We had a lot of fun, but it sure took a lot out of me.  I napped most of Saturday afternoon and on into the evening.  But now I”m up and awake and I can tell you all about it!

Friday night we invited the Pontiac-Waterford Big Chief Barbershop Chorus to share the stage with us.  They did about 30 minutes of music, their harmony wonderful, their voices warm, they smiles big.  I’d say the average age of the men singing was late 60’s, maybe even early 70’s and their love of music was obvious.   Our love of their work was obvious as well, as we gave them a hearty round of applause at the end.

Then we were up.

We had only three pieces of music, but they were each long.  And mostly fast.  And difficult.  For me, the sound in the auditorium was different than it ever has been before, and I felt more exposed, though I was practically hidden by a grand piano that was being played during our last piece.  Some of the work felt mushy, a little less intense than I’d heard it in rehearsal.  But the audience seemed to enjoy it – we got spirited applause from the small crowd.  And we knew we would have another chance the next morning to make the music fly.

Saturday morning we needed to be an hour or more west by 9:00 a.m.  Given we’re in Michigan we worried about the weather  and most of us left early.  Turns out it was only snowing at our destination, so the ride over was uneventful.

Soon enough we were in the warmup room trying to get settled into our music.  Just before we went on stage the director asked us to do something she asks of her 6th graders before a concert.  She asked for 30 seconds of silence.  For the kids the goal was to get them to settle down.  We used those seconds to focus, to take a breath, to settle into ourselves, and if we were inclined, to ask for a little divine support.   I think it helped us stand taller and feel more centered and less rattled as we took the stage.

It worked.  The music flowed so much clearer on Saturday morning.  The sound moved across the band; from one side to the other we were one.  Even our troublesome second piece of music sounded like music rather than warm up exercises.  Of course we had hiccups.  One was probably obvious to the audience, certainly to the judges in the back, but most only we knew about and I’m not sharing.

I’m not saying we played as professionals.  Because we’re not.  We’re just a bunch of mostly older people who love to play and are grateful to have a venue.  Being invited to play at the community band festival is the highlight of our season and just about the most fun a middle aged band member can have.

Friday night I talked with one of the  Barbershop Chorus members. His grin was wide, his enthusiasm was contagious.  He was just back from his high school reunion where he was the only one left of his old singing group.  He said he couldn’t believe, at age 77, that he was still doing something he loved so much, how lucky he felt to still be involved with music.

Amen to that sir.  Amen to that.


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There’s snow everywhere

Lake Michigan shivers.

Lake Michigan shivers.

Last weekend I drove 4 hours ‘up north’ to visit friends and see some really beautiful snow near my favorite lake.  Every time I go to Northport I feel the tug of life in the north, the extraordinary beauty there, the sense of community.  I am always sad to leave.

This weekend a bit of the northern beauty, the snow, came to me.

Backyard snow.

Backyard snow.

Today as I wake to blue skies and snow clad trees I have to say there is some extraordinary beauty right here.  I know.  I say that all the time.  But it’s true.  No matter where you are there’s something beautiful to be found.

The deck waiting for summer.

The deck waiting for summer.

Not to say that I don’t still feel that pull of Northport.  Cause I do.

But home is pretty nice too.

Home again.

Home again.


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Your ‘one place’

I was wandering around in blog-land -you know how that goes – you check someone’s blog, and they talk about another blog and you go there, and then over there, and the next thing you know you’ve found something interesting that makes you stop and think.   That’s what happened tonight.  It was an old blog entry I ended up visiting; a guy writing about traveling to your ‘one place,’   a place you’ve never been but would like to see before you die.  Sort of a one bucket bucket list.

You all know how much I love to travel, how I yearn for travel when I’m trapped in my beige cubicle, how I believe I was born a nomad.  So this concept intrigues me.  He writes about putting together a plan to see your ‘one place’ and his plan makes sense to me…take it in small steps and you’re very likely to make your dream come true.

So.  Where would my ‘one place’ be?  I’m thinking about it.  Where in the whole world would I really like to visit, somewhere I’ve never been, somewhere I wouldn’t likely go unless I actively planned?  I’m struggling with this, which surprises me.  For someone who wants to go go go it seems odd that I can’t put my finger on my very own one place.

Where would your one place be?

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