Freaky Friday Uniform Style. . .

A mostly linen Polo University Club jacket with a J. Press necktie, Put This On pocket square, and Brooks Brothers cotton shirt.

Land's End khakis, Polo socks, and Allen Edmonds penny loafers along with an almost matching reddish-brown braided leather belt. Easy, fast, and looks pretty good.

One of the "joys," if I might use that word, of having a uniform of sorts is that dressing is easy and fast. Since I overslept and was late in getting the Young Master breakfasted and to the school bus on time before helping the Grand Duchess -- who is recovering from foot surgery two weeks ago and using crutches -- get showered, dressed, and downstairs for her own day of work via Zoom, you'll understand the need for wardrobe expediency.

Unusually, I have two face-to-face meetings on campus this morning, which meant that the usual Rugby pullover and corduroy jeans would not suffice. Following a shower and shave, it was fairly easy to open the closet doors and pull out a few items that work reasonably well together without too much thought.

Good thing too since I was already a bit rattled by the late start and rapid acceleration required to get wife and child up and moving for their respective days before my own could begin. Calgon, take me away!

The day's end cannot come quickly enough. Following the Young Master's bedtime, my wife and I plan to open the usual bottle of wine this evening. I feel like I've earned it this week. Whew!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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