End of September Style. . .

It's the end of September already! Can the tweeds, flannels, and corduroys be far off? Although we might still have a few unexpected warm days here in Mid-Michigan, certainly by this time next month.

In the meantime, here's the attire for the end of the week. Not a bad combination, but I really must take this blazer to the dry-cleaner's to get rid of those very old chalk smudges on the lapel and have it pressed in the process. I know, I know. . .

The necktie is by J. Press, snagged some years ago for pennies on the dollar from the Put This On shop if memory serves me correctly. One of my favorite so called critter ties, it reminds me of my youth in rural southeastern Pennsylvania, when Ringnecked Pheasants were a very common sight during the autumn months once the cornfields were harvested.

Haven't seen or heard pheasants in the almost 30 years since I left Pennsylvania for the Upper Midwest. Here in Michigan, it's very common to see and hear wild turkeys, Canada Geese, Sandhill Cranes, and Blue Herons just about everywhere you turn in our neck of the woods outside of East Lansing.

Between late August and Mid-November, flocks of turkeys routinely make their way through our backyard to their roosting spot just before sunset. The birds must be smarter than we give them credit for, however, since they disappear without a trace about a week or two before the (US) Thanksgiving holiday. And we don't see them again until the following late summer.

Gobble-gobble!

-- 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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