Michigan Trip Day 1

Well, this recap of my trip is taking much longer than anticipated. I should have taken a page from Birchie and drafted it while traveling. Live and learn. So, today you are getting day 1. It was one of the more eventful days, with a lot of driving and activity, so I suspect (and you probably hope) that the other recaps will be shorter.

Monday, early early morning. I was so fried from my summer nuttiness that I had to force myself out of my apartment. But I managed it, and, as planned, hit the road by 0400. That’s when I typically start my workdays, so this was not out of the ordinary. The early start was designed to get me through Chicago with minimal difficulty, as rush hour was starting when I got near the city. I made it through with a few slow stretches (yay for summer construction season, sigh) and made it to my first stop – what I thought was Indiana Dunes National Park.

It was 0730, and I was ready to get out of the car and walk around.

It was not the National Park. It was the State Park. The State Park in the middle of the National Park. I paid the $7 to drive in to the State Park, though, and I was glad I did. It gave me some of the best pics of the trip:

After about 15 minutes, the wind and clouds got a bit scary, so I made my way to the National Park Visitor’s Center. That’s where I met Dave, who gave me tips on where to go with not much time, and also sweet talked me into buying a National Parks annual pass. Then I faced the conundrum of getting back to my car. The clouds had turned into a raging summer storm. Thunder, lightning, rain bouncing off the pavement… I finally dashed through the raindrops as they started to slow down, and made it to my car damp but ready to get on with it.

Here is where the story could have really gone off the rails. I drove up Lake Shore Dr. – Dave’s recommendation – to see the Century of Progress Homes from the Chicago World’s Fair.

This might not have been the best choice right after a storm. The road, adjacent to the beach, dipped down into several low-lying areas, which had accumulated some standing water. We all know not to drive through standing water, but the cars in front of me seemed to do just fine. I figured I’d be okay too.

It was a near thing, friends. I had to drive on the very edge of the road and floor the Prius. Yes, I have a Prius – a car with very low clearance, as I am reminded every time I pull into a lot with an uneven entrance. The “other cars” were SUVs. So then I worried that I’d killed my car, and stressed out until it started up again (happily, without doing anything untoward) after my next stop.

WHEW.

Meanwhile, the Century Homes were so cool! I was driving, though, which makes it difficult to gawk (they are private residences!). I did pause to get a few pictures:

I drove on to a parking area along the beach, a bit up the road. It was deserted save for two people picking up plastic and bottles and cigarettes and why are people so gross?

But oh, the beach, the lake… they were breathtaking. Lakes are so different from the ocean. I grew up visiting the Jersey Shore, with a few ill-fated trips to Virginia beaches, and later, the Outer Banks. The lapping of the waves is so different from the roar of the breakers. I love it just as much, just in a different way. I just soaked it in. Fortunately, I was not simultaneously getting soaked – the storm had moved on and it was now cloudy and cool and breezy and perfect.

I headed a bit further north to Mount Baldy and decided to do the trail that went around the side of the dune, then down to the lake. Mount Baldy is a moving dune. It’s not covered in dune grass and other plantings, so the sand blows and, over time, the dune moves.  It is quite high – 126 feet, per Wikipedia, although since it’s so dynamic it seems as though the height should shift somewhat over time. Regardless, I figured I was in for a bit of an uphill.

I started the trail without mosquito repellent (dumb) but at the same time as a family with 3 small kiddos, probably 2, 4, and 6. It was a whiny trip along the trail. 🙂 The kids were not keen on getting their feet (in crocs) dirty. The mom was “hiking” in gold flip flops. The dad seemed to want to ignore them all. I just tried to keep moving, thankful that the only whining I had to deal with was my own. I did feel for the parents, though, and hoped that things would improve for them when they made it to the beach.

I emerged from the woods and found myself at the top of Mount Baldy, with an unobstructed view of the lake stretching as far as the eye could see. It was magical. I slowly made my way down to the beach and away from everyone else and…. again, magic. I can’t quite put it into words, but the sound of the waves, the sun emerging from behind the clouds, the endless horizon… I could feel my shoulders relax.

Once I’d soaked it all in, I went back down the trail (well, after climbing back UP to the trail) and headed in to Michigan City. I had planned to spend some time there but found it decidedly meh, so headed north again to my destination for the night – Benton Harbor.

When I arrived, Google Maps chose a road that did not give me the best first impression. It just seemed run down, and kind of bleak. I was a bit confused, given that the online reviews for BH were positive and many referred to repeat family visits. But I was hungry, and kind of crabby, so decided that was probably affecting my perspective. I found a great place for lunch – Schu’s Bar and Grill – in St. Joseph, which is contiguous with BH. I got a seat outside, enjoyed people watching and a bit of eavesdropping, and cobbled together an amazing lunch – a salad with avocado, bleu cheese, dried cherries and pecans, and a black bean patty. It was wonderful and definitely improved my mood!

While I was a bit concerned about the hotel location when I arrived (down a side road, past a Home Depot, and not near anything else), I had a very nice mini suite that was quiet, cool, and had everything I needed. I dropped my stuff off, then went out for ice cream. Because of course ice cream had to come before dinner – it was vacation! And that was when I finally found the BH that everyone online was raving about. Pedestrian-friendly streets with cute shops, including several ice cream options and lots of people happily wandering (and eating ice cream). I wound up getting Kilwin’s – not knowing it was a Big Chain, sorry Ernie – and got the peach and oh my goodness. I ate the whole darn thing and was perfectly happy.

And exhausted. Back to the hotel, after a spin through some (overly perfumed and crowded) shops, and to bed after a small dinner.

Day 2 will – I hope – show up pretty soon. I’ll try to intersperse some other posts to, um, hide my delays at getting this all recorded properly. Thanks for hanging in there if you’ve made it to the end!

Choosing a path

I’m working on the vacation recap, promise. It was a wonderful trip and it’s taking a bit of time to write up. So in the meantime, I’m sharing something that I thought about during my trip. This trip gave me long stretches of time to just…think. To let my mind wander – not think about work, or my to-do list, or anything like that. Just think.

I started thinking about the path my life has taken, really thinking about it. Have you done this? Have you looked back at your path, at the choices you made, and wondered, “What if…?” What if I hadn’t become a nurse? What if I hadn’t gotten married? Or divorced? What if I had never left my previous job?

I usually frame these choices as “choices that I regret”, the implication being that the choice I didn’t make would have been a better one than the one I did make. I say this despite knowing that I love the life I have. This life is a good one. So why regret the choices I made based on what was best for my life at the time? And what about paths that are chosen for us? By a partner’s job. By an unexpected loss. By forces outside our control? The company goes out of business. You get fired. Your rent goes up 100%. Choices that aren’t really choices.

Yet I tend to think that my life path has been the result of the choices I have made. That I’ve had complete agency over that path and where I am now.

The reason this is coming up again, a few weeks after my trip, is that I’m listening to The Midnight Library. I’ll be honest – I almost DNF’d at 5%. I was overwhelmed by the first few chapters. I remembered several of you read it and there were mixed reviews. So I persevered. I am glad I did – it’s the right book at the right time for me. The theme of paths and choices and lives really aligns with what I pondered on my trip. Vacations – if they are good ones, of course – are often a snapshot of an ideal life. But then you come back to real life, and the memories fade, and the joy becomes a memory.

But what if I could shift the path that I am on – the one involving work, and responsibilities, and everything else, to be more like the path that fills me up in my short breaks? It may not lead to another life. But it may lead to a better one. Something to think about…

Several quotes about this came to my attention recently, from a motley bunch of authors…

“It’s about centering on your intention, not conforming to others’ expectations. In the end, the world doesn’t need you to regurgitate someone else’s story. It needs your own epic tale, with all its unique quirks and insights. It’s not just about choosing the path less traveled. It’s about choosing your path. And that makes all the difference.” ~ Ozan Varol

“Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.” ~Katherine May, Wintering

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ~Ursula K. LeGuin

This post feels a bit unfinished. I feel like I should have some big conclusion, some big Life Lesson. But maybe the ambiguity is kind of the point. My life (thank goodness) is moving forward. If I really believe that I have agency over where it goes from here, what I do I do with that? What choices do I make to shift my life to one that fills me up, that brings me joy, that leads me where I want to go? (I have to think that connecting with all of you is one big choice I’ve made recently that has made my life so much brighter, so thank you for that. <3)

What about you? Do you think about your life path? About the other paths that could have been?

(Definitely not) Ten for Thursday

This was going to be a Five for (LAST) Friday post. Then (maybe) a Six for Sunday. Here we are on Thursday – so you’re getting (definitely not) Ten for Thursday. Just a few things that have been happening, that I wanted to share, while I plan out a few upcoming posts.

  1. I left my apartment! For four days! And took a mini-trip! More to come, but it did involve a) being outside, and b) a FLW house, just for Birchie.
  2. I made a savory granola and oh, my goodness, it’s addictive. First time for me, and it will not be the last. I can share the recipe that I adapted if others like.
  3. Contract starts in less than a week (sigh), which means that the emails are ramping up, as is the non-research work. While I said that nothing changes much for me in the summer, well, the truth is, it kind of does. These transitions are always jarring, and the same is true of this year. I am taking on more teaching responsibilities, too, and (gulp) mentoring people? Apparently, they have the idea (or, perhaps misconception is a better word) that I know what to do. This is a change, and it’s a tough one for me.
  4. My reading life has completely changed, friends. And it’s all because of you. I have always said that audiobooks are “not for me”, particularly for fiction. I’ve tolerated them for a few years for nonfiction, but it wasn’t my favorite option. All of that changed with the CBBC read of My Brilliant Friend. I did not love the book (standard apologies to Julie, Engie, and, I think, Birchie?), but I did love being able to listen to the book while doing mindless things. Think swiffering. Who needs to think while swiffering, really? Ditto chopping veggies, which seems to happen a lot in my world. Then I started to use my library account and take advantage of Libby. While the selection at my library isn’t great, it’s started to flow a lot better thanks to filling up my holds list and holds starting to come in. This is going to have to be its own post, but THANK YOU to all of you who have evangelized about audiobooks these last few years. It took me a while, but I am a convert.
  5. Question for those of you who use social media: Are you on Threads? I deleted the other app because of the owner, and while I am on Instagram (and follow many of you there), I would like to occasionally check in on a more text-based app. Thoughts? (The algorithmic “preview” of Threads on IG is kind of drawing me in, which is why I am considering this…)
  6. I thought out my Fall schedule for being on campus vs. being at home, and it is going to be a rough transition. Sarah will appreciate knowing that I was actually demoted from my pay-through-the-nose parking lot to the Flex garage, which a) costs more over the long term, and b) is at the bottom of this long, gradual hill up to my building that is rarely salted/treated in the winter in a timely manner. Like I said, the transition from my preferred balance of more at-home work vs. in-office work is going to be daunting. I’ll stop my griping there, though, because honestly, my situation is pretty darn good. Just… changing.

I hope you are all doing well here in mid (!!!) August. Take care of yourselves, and enjoy the last weeks of summer.

Hope your road is a long one.

May there be many summer mornings when,

with what pleasure, what joy,

you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;

~A few lines from Ithaka, by C.P. Cavafy

Discombobulation

I have been discombobulated and out of sorts all week. Trying to get a blog post up but hitting a frustrating writing wall. (So you get this short one, instead…) Dealing with several things that came up suddenly at work that require most of my attention, taking it away from what I should be working on. Worrying about my friends who are in areas with horrible fires (Nicole, San, Julie, I hope you are all okay…). Thinking about everything I need and want to organize and declutter (especially the digital clutter…it’s taking over my life, I swear) and how taking that on seems insurmountable right now. The classic too much to do, too little time challenge.

So, I’m turning to you, my friends, for your wisdom on a few things…

  • How do you find out where to donate or share unusual items that may not be appropriate for your average Goodwill? Do you all just take everything there and figure that they’ll know what to do? There are 2 things I’m thinking of, specifically:
    • This, um, unusual small appliance that makes fresh non-dairy milk. No, seriously. You buy these pouches, run a cycle where it mixes the pouch contents with water, and presto. Fresh almond, or oat, or cashew milk. And I can say that the milk is amazing – fresh, tastes great, etc. But I do not have room to store it, nor do I drink that much milk! (In my coffee, really…) Where on earth would you donate that? I have it up for free on NextDoor – no traction, not surprisingly…. Thoughts?
    • Canvas bags that are in really good shape. They’re big, though, and I honestly have no use for them. My old bags that I got from various stores, etc., I plan to just pitch. But these are truly nice bags. Where would you donate those?
  • OK, I swear I asked this before, but maybe not? I need to look like an adult for a couple of things in August and September. Sigh. I am not good at looking like an adult. Nor am I great at looking non-schlumpy, in general. So this is going to be a challenge. But one thing that I’m hoping you can help me with is… tinted moisturizer. My face gets very, very red and I can never predict it. But if I can wear some tinted moisturizer to kind of, well, even it out, that might help. I don’t want foundation, or anything fancy. I’ve used various types in the past but that is way back pre-Covid so… yeah. Thoughts from my more put-together friends? Thank you in advance.
  • Cross-body bags? I have a great shoulder bag, but want something smaller to sling across my chest. I swear Elisabeth mentioned one recently, but can’t find the post. I want it to hold my phone (in a clunky case), wallet (small), keys, etc. So it doesn’t have to be huge, but not tiny, either. Thoughts?

I’m hoping to recombobulate, at least on work stuff, today. I hope you are combobulated, yourselves, and again, that my friends in fire danger zones are okay. <3

https://onmilwaukee.com/articles/recombobulationsigns

Two principles

Two important principles I need to remember:

Principle 1: The rule of holes: When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.

    I’m not entirely sure how I managed to forget this rule for living, but, well, I did. I’ve found it relevant in work and life recently. At work, I’ve stopped digging on some projects that just needed to be put aside. They’re not priorities for now. I may never pick them up again. But I was in a hole, and I needed to just. stop. digging.

    In life, this quote came to mind when I realized that my desperate desire to catch up on past blog posts from all of you was keeping me from knowing about what’s going on in your lives right now. So, although I would love to read every word, I think it’s time to stop digging. I’m getting even further behind and I’m not close to catching up. I am probably going to have to unsave a bunch of posts. Please know that I do care about what’s going on in your lives – but I would rather be more up to date than stuck in the past. You all are too important to me!

    Principle 2: Never assume, because, well, you know why. 🙂 (And if you don’t, make a comment and I’ll share what Mrs. Markle told my 6th grade class…)

    Friends, I almost – key word, ALMOST – trashed a hard drive that has about 30 years of my life on it. I know. I assumed it was just time machine system snapshots from my old laptop. I was so, so wrong.

    I thought I’d somehow lost all my files from my PhD program and before. I thought I’d somehow lost any and all documents that were related to my life in the early 2000s. And it turns out that no, I hadn’t. They were on the hard drive. The hard drive I almost took for recycling today.

    I almost cried. It was such an unexpected gift. I know, you’re thinking, dude, it’s a hard drive. But when you have a path like mine (lots of twists and turns, and yes, Engie, I still owe you a list of all the jobs I’ve held), it helps to have a bit of digital memory to help me recall all the good and bad moments along the way. For me, those files remind me of where I’ve been and how far I have come.

    So never, ever assume. Please. Check the hard drive. Ask the question. Find out why someone did something, rather than assuming they did it for x reason. I’ve never regretted doing so, and I hope you don’t either.

    Take care, my friends. Happy weekend. I look forward to catching up on your current lives soon.