While we were in Michigan, Bob was able to install both windows in our bedroom. It’s a bit mind-boggling to me, when I imagine how much he must have had to go up/down the scaffold for this – but we arrived home to see our bedroom in an entirely new light – quite literally so.
Stopped in to pick up Daisy and Hugo, at Liz Rench’s place. While there, I got the chance to visit with some very small and very adorable baby bunnies.
It’s funny – a notable memory of the Whitehall Lakehouse is our drive from Chicago in 2022, which involved a lot of snow. I guess this is the other side of that coin, with snow on our way back home.
I’m in awe, and I haven’t even step foot inside any building yet.
A bit later on in the evening. I realized I hadn’t gotten any photos of Sandy, who continues to be the best dog ever. For a good part of our stay, she was curled up in her bed in front of the fireplace. Which, let’s be honest… if I could get away with doing something like that, I’d do that all week long.
Kirt, with the turkey out of the oven. Here, he’s removing a layer of salt that was placed on the turkey, which formed a kind of outer coating/shield during the cooking process.
“This person would be an animal.
This animal would be large, at least as large
as a workhorse. It would chew cud, like cows,
having several stomachs.”
Today, after work, we made it a point to throw on our coats and head out. Liz had run a few errands earlier in the day, and the overall temps were fairly mild. She described it as a “very Fall day,” and so we decided to take advantage.
It’s an odd thing, as Liz is 100% remote and I’m doing a hybrid thing (remote, two days in the office). So the fact that we’re “remote remote,” and away from our actual house seems… immaterial. Remote is remote, after all.
I had a few casseroles growing up, but this recipe is something I’ve gotten a taste for after meeting Liz. We don’t tend to make it that often (I say we, but it’s her). But it’s always a treat when we do. Very much in the “comfort food” column.
It should be noted: at this point in the day, I’ve had two naps. And would eventually have another, in the late evening. I think both of us were very low on sleep, and given the opportunity… seem to have had some catching up to do.
Last year when we made the trek to Michigan for Thanksgiving, there was an unseasonable amount of snow that made our travels difficult. This year, we left a bit earlier in the day… aiming to get our travels done while the sun was up.
A quick tech segue/reminder: gmail ignores special characters. So for my email (which is felixjung@gmail.com)… if you insert a space anywhere in that address… I’ll still receive it. I’ve gotten a lot of email for felix.jung@gmail.com. And if you write a message and send it to f.e.l.i.x.j.u.n.g@gmail.com… I’ll also get that too.
During the service, I learned that Bernie encountered Rockefeller Chapel when he was seventeen years old, hitchhiking from North Dakota to Michigan for a summer job. The sight of the chapel left “an indelible mark” on him, and he returned to the University of Chicago to study… and to eventually serve as the chapel’s Dean, many years later.
“Anyone that I might want in this world
They’re asleep in the arms of another girl
Who will they be when the lights come up?
Everyone that I ever loved in my life
Now calls somebody else their wife
Who am I to you?”