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ABOVE
Hessel. Mackinac Bay from Hessel Point; Lone Susan
Island is on the left.
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Chilly,
grey.
Many and many birds -- it is still early spring in
the upper peninsula of Michigan and the birds and animals are rejoicing
over the recent thaw.
A
whole flock of chicadees chased each other around the point, alighting
here and then there, and then swooping off en masse to a different
stand of trees. By the garden. In front of the cabin. Back below the
cars. Off near the dock. And then back. It was often quiet enough
to hear them land, and the clicking was nearly constant.
An
eagle from Lone Susan Island soared overtop. Large crows cackled and
clacked to each other.
I
saw a loon in the morning off the dock and around the little point.
Later, from the kayak over in the first cut, I heard one cry. They
are far more plentiful in Minnesota, but I love to hear them.
Several
mallards looked to be checking out the neighborhood.
Five
or six swans were riding the waves back in Mackinac Bay. Twice I watched
one take off from the water -- massive wings flapping and slapping
the water, feet running ungainly atop the surface, it didn't seem
certain to make it aloft.
A
piliated woodpecker knocked at the tops of dead and vacant trees.
Seagulls swooped and congregated and chatted on the rocks just offshore.
They had eaten perhaps halfway through a large dead and rotting carp
under the back dock of Cassidy House.
Dad
& I had walleye fillets from Pammi's restaurant (the former Dog
House) for lunch (and dinner -- it was a large basket). Pammi has
purchased the Channel Marker restaurant in downtown Cedarville and
plans to keep both open.
We
looked at where some dead trees that had been taken down, and I scrabbled
some more dirt away from the pine stump closest to the cabin that
he want to cut out.
ABOVE
Hessel. The lamp from San Antonio now adorns the
mantel in Hessel.
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To
Hessel
Driving
under I-270 did not give me that usual feeling of escape, of freedom,
of endless possibilty that I love when heading up north. Looking across
acres of farms and far off into the distance driving up U.S. 23 left
me feeling circumscribed, penned in.
This
slowly dissipated around Toledo -- night fell, and perhaps the darkness
opened up dreams of a wider horizon.
Traffic
was very heavy and kept my mind focused tight in -- I never did register
the splits around Ann Arbor.
There
was no fog anywhere. It was a very black night, and north of Saginaw
(and passing by midnight) the traffic disappeared and I had the road
to myself.
I
took M-134 (coming up on 3 a.m.) at around 45 mph and saw deer silhouetted
against the woods on both sides. Something else in the opposite lanes
that I can only guess might have a been a bear cub -- certainly not
a full-grown bear, it nonetheless had the dark fur and mass of a bear.
Panera.
Met with Darrek over lunch.
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Choir
rehearsal.
Bexley afterwards.
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Tour
meeting.
Then to Bexley, then back to finish up the newspaper
layout. The jumps benefitted considerably from the break.
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Birthday
colors.
Pantone
•
Woodrose -- May 16
•
Purple sage-- December 17
Met
with Jeff.
To look at the roof, shower curtain possibilities.
Where's
the leadership?
The war president's war is in trouble. The U.S. appears
to have tortured Iraqi prisoners at one of Saddam Hussein's most notorious
prisons. And -- there are pictures. Andrew
Sullivan feels the president ought to personally inspect the prison
and vouch for the investigation. I think even just a speech from the
U.S. would help. But please something. Something to indicate
that this is important, worrisome, horrible, ...
Too
busy to be bothered by such trivialities, the war president is riding
a bus around Ohio, campaigning for reëlection.
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Unpacking.
In Bexley. Mowed the lawn; began to set up the china
cabinet.
Lifestyles
& Living.
Met with editors &c. to examine it's first month.
Needs
some work yet.
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Arrival
of the baby grand piano.
Davenport-Treacy, New York.
Originally
a gift from my grandfather to my grandmother on the day my mother
was born.
United
Van Lines.
Michael and Chip, based out of Chicago, offloaded.
Bexley first, then Columbus.
Amy
to Akron
The
Lord is my shepherd.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death
I shall fear no evil
For thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff
Me comfort still.
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