Saugatuck Vacation

Here are some photos of our vacation. (Daddy had some trouble relaxing.....)

(Here is Henry standing dangerously close to the harbor)



(Here is our son dangerously close to getting on a scooter)

(Here is our son dangerously close to some kind of machinery)



(Here is our son perched dangerously on a giant boulder)


(Here is our son standing dangerously close to a road near our cabin)


(Here is our son standing too close to a dangerously sharp, heavy thing)

(Here is Walter protecting himself from dangerous UV rays. Good boy!)

Cleaning with my Husband

We're cleaning. And I use the pronoun somewhat loosely.
This is how it goes:
Kevin: Stacey, could you come out here and identify this liquid on the floor?
I'm quick to catch his escape plans that range widely from bike rides to "taking breaks" to fluid identifications. I've never been great at subtlety preferring what I believe is brutal honesty. That hasn't always served me well. Maybe I should try a different tactic. So...
Me: Honey, with all of your experience, knowledge, and skill, I have no doubt that you can do this without my meddling.

ie. Just clean it up yourself without all the hoohaa buster.

This is why we live here.

Posted by Kevin.....

Northfield is a wonderful place to live.

During the week, Henry, Walter and I walk along Division St. in downtown, making our way down to the "Riverwalk" with it's wrought iron railings and rough stone walls following the high banks of the Cannon River. We cross the gently arching pedestrian bridge and finish our loop at Bridge Square where we buy popcorn and lemonade from a little red stage coach parked near the fountain.

Norman Rockwell sits nearby, sketching us.

When Stace has a lunch break, we will meet her at "Tiny's Dogs All Day" were she grabs a Chicago hotdog and joins us on the bench just outside Tiny's.

But Tiny's has just gone out of business after 60 years. And that's too bad.

On Saturday mornings I join my friends at the Northfield Bike Club as we spin along the many miles of scenic country roads through beautiful farmland and rolling hill surrounding Northfield. Our rides last 4 to 6 hours.

We end our rides at The Goodbye Blue Monday coffee shop in Northfield, and sit right outside in old movie theater seats sipping our espressos.

So now you get it. This is a great life we have, huh?

A couple of Saturdays ago, shortly after all of us bikers sat down, a young man and a young woman approach the bench in front of Tiny's, pulled out a guitar and a violin and began playing Ashokan Farewell, which is truely amazing.

Silence fell over the whole block.