We rolled into Detroit a bit later than we planned, but the nice thing (and the thing I’ve een struggling to remember) is that we are officially on our holiday break. There are no strict schedules, and no timelines beyond the ones we wish to keep. If we’re running a little late, then so be it – we’ve got the time (which is still a novel concept).
I’ve been going in to work a bit early, the last few days. This morning I happened to look over as I walked by the loading area for Treasure Island (which closed down a while ago).
It’s been a pretty busy last two weeks for us. And it wasn’t until tonight that we had a small breather of time to actually get a house night in.
Happened across this fun video of Rémy Métallier, riding in the Medellín Challenge in Colombia. It’s been several years since I’ve seen my first urban downhill race, and these types of videos are still breathtaking.
Continuing a trend of meeting neighbors, tonight I attended a holiday party at my neighbor Dawn’s house. She last had a holiday party two years ago, and I had a fun time chatting and meeting several of her friends.
We got to meet our new neighbors Mark and Anna tonight, who moved into the Paley’s place a few months back. While we were visiting, we got to try some mead for the first time. And also got the option of not one, but two desserts!
“In a recurring dream, Santore returns home to see that somebody has broken into his safe. What’s worse, Santore continued, is that in the dream he cannot remember what was stored in the safe in the first place. Its door yawns open to reveal a painful emptiness, but he doesn’t know what was stolen. How can you get something back, he said, if you don’t even know you’ve lost it?”
At the start of the night, most folks had one or two glow necklaces. About 30 minutes into the first band’s set, people started to throw down these other lights: soft, foam tubes that held an embedded LED.
These photos are a bit old, as the actual paving work happened a week or two back. But given how long all the construction had been going on… it felt right to at least document the final, finished product.
This is a really great spot, and some place I would love to come back to with a book. I’d like to sit here again for an hour or two, sipping on coffee and just relaxing for a bit.
After a late breakfast, all of us wandered over to the Kohler showroom to check out the various new things on display.
In the car, I realized something: it didn’t matter if we were late, or if something went wrong. I was on a date with my wife, and no matter what happened – it was going to be great. Because I was on a date with my wife.