Part I: Going Home
We have officially lived in Massachusetts for two years. To celebrate, over an extended Memorial Day weekend, we drove many hours to my parents’ condo on Higgins Lake in Michigan. We had not been up in two years, so it was worth many hours in the car to be with my parents and Matt’s parents. We relaxed and enjoyed the lake, good meals, long walks, and warm weather. The highlight was all of us watching the sunset out on the water. The sun setting over a Michigan lake is a beautiful thing. It’s always good to go home and there was lots of time in the car to listen to The Weepies…
“Now my feet turn the corner back home.
Sun turns the evening to rose.
Stars turning high up above.
You turn me into somebody loved.”
--Somebody Loved by The Weepies
Part II: Coming Home
On the way back to Massachusetts, we swung by Toronto for a night. The trip between Sarnia and Toronto is boring to say the least. In case you ever go that way, pointing out signage for bizarre museums in the Ontario farmlands passes for entertainment. Here’s a sampling (with real descriptions from their websites):
Oil Museum (wagon tours of the oil fields in the July and August)
Tobacco Museum (summer programs for children available)
Ingersol Cheese Factory Museum (see the murder mystery ‘Who Shot the Big Cheese?’)
African Lion Safari (drive through a wild game preserve in an air conditioned tour bus)
Toronto traffic snared us on the way in and out of the city, which added a couple hours to an already long trip. But, once we arrived, we packed a lot into 18 hours. We saw some great stand-up comedy, ate waffles and pancakes for dinner, and one of Ontario’s better-known museums--the Hockey Hall of Fame.[more pics]
Part III: Leaving Home
When I started writing this Friday evening, Matt called to say he landed in Boston after two days in Newark. Yes, right after we got back from Michigan/Toronto, he had to fly off for work. Trust me, he was not happy. Actually, he’s had to fly into Newark three times in the last month, so at this point he is just resigned to the whole unfortunate situation. Before he left, we put together his calendar for the next six weeks, and it’s daunting:
Week 3—Home two days, then New Brunswick through the weekend
Final week—(fingers crossed) Home
Week 1—Vacation (YAY!) in Oregon & Washington
Week 2—Austin, Texas through the weekend
So there it is, the first month and a half of summer. Our friend Steve lent us his wife for two months while she does a law internship at a DA’s office here. So she’s our temporary roommate and is keeping me company during the week. She's from Toledo and we're enjoying watching her immersion in Boston culture. One greeting from a new co-worker was, "Oh, you're from Toledo? Holy Toledo! You must like corn."