Happy Halloween

Our strange friends, Todd and Deb, came for a visit from Traverse City.   They brought along their two children, Ben and Chris.

Todd and Deb believe the family that trick-or-treats together stays together.   We pretended we didn’t know them.

We did see some great jack-o-lanterns on our walk.

Christopher doing the full skeleton, very scary.

After the trick-or-treating, Mark and I headed to Jim’s house to check out his graveyard.   It is very scary.

Yes, that head is dripping blood, and the cauldron is bubbling.

Jim, showing off his alien-in-a-box.

The scarecrow that guards the graveyard.

Unfortunate soul.

Another unfortunate soul.

Waking up from death, having a bad skin day.

Some jerk, oh wait, Scott as the Jerk.

The beautiful Karen, who has Mother Nature down!   Beautiful flowers, butterflies, and woodland creatures abound!

The Mad Scientists played by Beaker and Bunsen Honeydew.

Just as I am thinking Jim is completely insane when it comes to Halloween, he takes us to a neighbor’s house.   This display went on forever.

Even the house was wrapped in bricks and skulls.   Very scary.

Mark and I, celebrating our anniversary by attending another lovely couple’s wedding.


We had a Halloween block party Sunday, here’s what you missed if you weren’t there.

Many small monsters of all types.

Everyone won the costume contest!

Minnie Mouse sold raffle tickets.


and lots,

of scary decorations.

Free music!

Excellent cupcakes.   (I’m talking about the food, here, don’t get any ideas.)

Is Christy wearing a costume, or is she just dressed up?

The train was popular.

All aboard!

The scary skateboarders demonstrated some moves.

Four of the hard working folks that put this shindig on.   Lets give them a hand!

Lets give them a couple of hands!

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.


Mark and I went for a walk the other day, and saw this posted on a telephone pole. I love it!

Missing shoe

Tragic pub crawl incident

Please call if mate (right) is found

Reward: Good Karma

Yard Sale

Tomorrow (Saturday, April 19th) is our neighborhood yard sale day, and Mark and I are busy trying to get ready. We will have some radios, of course, and some furniture, framed pictures, and a myriad of other things for sale. There will be lots of houses in the neighborhood selling things. The Old Village Bookshop will also be having their moving sale, I’m looking forward to checking that out. Come by and visit us if you get a chance!

Where I Stood…

This is the floor of a display in the Plymouth Historical Museum. Why is this floor in such bad shape? Because it’s full of BB’s. The floor is from the old Daisy factory where the Red Ryder BB guns were manufactured. Why was I at the Museum yesterday? To be a roadie for Mark, while he gave a talk on old radios.

Arranging the display…


Playing with the radios

Now, for a small rant. This is what makes me nuts. I’m sure all municipalities deal with bureaucracy, but I think this is one of the dumber moves. Her is a photo of a monument next to the museum.

Nice monument, pretty rock. I wonder what it’s for. Let’s read the plaque.

Hmmm…Plymouth Plank Road, and toll gate #4 were right here, on this site. How historic. What could the lower plaque say?

So let me get this straight. The only reason for this pretty rock to be standing here is to mark a historic site. And to preserve this rock, that is here to mark this site, we moved the rock. Ah, why is this rock here again?

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.

Party, Party, Party

Yep, I’m the party girl. Friday night Lynn had a fantastic shindig. You can check out pictures on her blog. Now, it is true, as rumored, I did carry a camera, and use it, but because I could not find the “inebriated photographer” setting, they all came out rather blurry. I didn’t get a good one. OK, I got one. Of a little skull sun object in Lynn’s studio. Here it is.

Then, Saturday night, we had our neighborhood party. It’s suppose to be a progressive dinner, where you go from one house to the next, but things didn’t get planned early enough, only one house volunteered, so we went there, then to the bar. A lovely evening.

Sandy, Steff, and me, happy.

Kristie, fascinating Shelly, me Steff and Phil.

Wednesday tells a nail-biting story.

Man, it’s amazing how much better the photos come out when I hand the camera to my husband. He stays sober, what a concept!

BMC factory

This is the BMC factory in Plymouth. It has been (obviously) vacant for many years, and used as graffiti canvas. It is beyond vast on the inside, much larger than you would imagine when looking at the front of the building. Absolutely beautiful, cathedral-like when you get inside, but undoubtedly it was a terrible place to have worked. They will start tearing it down this weekend. I’m glad I got a good look at it before it’s gone!