Where I stood..

I spent Friday and Saturday in Lansing at an antique radio swap meet, selling radio parts in the parking lot. I entertained myself with the watercolor kit Jane gave me. These are the results:

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.


Wednesday we had a surprise party for my mom. Vince made a beautiful cake, mom was surprised, friends had a great time, everyone had a great meal, everything went perfect!

Here’s the cake.

Here’s the group.

Then on Thursday we went down to the Cityfest in the new center area of Detroit, and saw the Zombies. They were great, Colin Blunstone still has an amazing voice, and they did all the hits, including “She’s Not There”, “Tell Her No”, and my fav, “Time of the Season”. Great time.

Then last night we went to David and Val’s for a lovely dinner party with good friends. These past few days I’ve eaten enough for a month, and listened to amazing music, and I’m going to another party today. Life is good.

A small rant against Plymouth

I do love this town, honest I do. But like every municipality, too many things are decided by committees consisting of people who have apparently stopped thinking. One of those things in Plymouth is the time of day the holiday parades begin. They begin at 7:30. In the morning. No, I am not making that up. And no, it’s not any longer than most small town parades, it will be over by the time you wake up on your extra day to sleep in this week. To the best of my understanding, it started many years ago when it looked like we might be on Good Morning America if we had a very early parade. Despite that not happening, we still continue to have the procession at an ungodly hour. I can just imagine the conversation after that first early morning parade. “Gee, that went sooo smooth. Closing the streets was easy, the people didn’t crowd around so badly, there wasn’t near as much garbage, having a parade at 7:30 is ideal! Hardly anyone shows up!” I suspect all the people who do line the streets have a family member marching down Main street, and probably many of them have a cup of coffee and their jammies still on. I wonder if the powers that be wouldn’t rather have the festivities at two or three in the morning, and make sure the parade isn’t hampered by any pesky onlookers. Celebrations go easily and quietly when there’s no one there to celebrate. Brilliant.