Sunday Back to Michigan

Starting from the previous blog, Deborah picked me up in her blue mini (with the sticker, “Life is too short to drive a boring car!”) at the Detroit airport, and we enjoyed a hot and sunny (and humid) day. I looked out the window as Detriot went by. I do like this city with its strange mix of lovely old-style houses and buildings next to empty lots and boarded (and often burned-out) matching buildings. It is like the people of Detroit, having lost one-third of the houses and old buildings, have said, ‘We have had enough. We like it here, and we will make it work.’ Easter Market, Slo’s BBQ, Michigan Central, Pewabic pottery, and all the museums have been fabulous. I recommend Detroit and its greater area!

Back closer to Deborah’s place, we have breakfast at Paul’s, which is not air-conditioned, with doors open (Deborah says it was AC’d), and I get to get used to the humidity that is typical of Michigan in July. I have corned beef hash, eggs, and an English muffin while Deborah gets her favorite. I drink lots of water and coffee. Without much sleep, my memory is foggy, and I struggle to recall what happened on Sunday. This will be a short blog.

(Deborah suggests my mind was playing tricks on me, and it was AC’d, and the doors were closed).

We headed to Deborah’s place, and her dogs, Trixie and Zelda, demanded petting, so I soon found myself nodding off with the dogs. Deborah’s boys are home, and Donvan and Liam are soon having breakfast. I wake, and lunch for Deborah and me is planned at Kruse’s Paint Creek Tavern. Back into the mini, and soon Deborah survives some parking challenges without getting any paint marred on the mini. We wait for a table outside (it is now approaching 90°F, or 32°C, plus humidity, but the tables are in the shade). I picked the perch sandwich, wanting something from Michigan, and Deborah has a massive plate of fish and chips (much is destined for a box).

Fed (and heated), I check into my Holiday Inn, the same one I have used over and over. Deborah heads out to visit some family while I struggle to stay awake long enough to finish the blog in my hotel room. I nod off at my desk while proofreading. I manage to shower, change into shorts and a T-shirt (typical July Michigan wear), and then sleep until Deborah wakes me later, after five (17:00).

Later, we get some happy hour food next door at the Grand Tavern (a local chain). With a few boxes of more leftovers, Deborah returns home, and I return to room 107 and soon sleep. I wake at midnight, remember to take my meds, and return to a deep, dream-filled (all forgotten) sleep for another six hours. I recall being concerned that I would not sleep. I managed to get more than ten hours of sleep on Sunday-Monday, the most sleep I have had in weeks. Better!

Thanks for reading!

And sorry for a short blog.