October 1st Style. . .

The attire for today includes a pair of light gray wool gabardine pants that I rediscovered a few days ago hanging with another jacket in the cedar closet built into an out of the way corner of Zum Stollenkeller. The wife of the previous owners of our house made wedding dresses, and her husand added it at some point. Since we moved into the house in December 2015, however, I have appropriated the closet for my off season wardrobe items.

Otherwise, a not displeasing variation of the usual gear. Typically, I wear a suit of some kind when I teach classes on Mondays, and combinations of sports jackets or blazers with odd pants the rest of the week.

A similar pair of wool "gabs," but in taupe, is also in the rotation somewhere, but paired with another jacket on a different hanger. Must find them since I had forgotten how comfortable the pants are. Easily as effortless as pajama bottoms, or Levis Dockers in all of those silly 1990s TV commercials ("Nice pants!") but creased and more, well, professional for want of a better term.

A nice change too from my usual chinos, or "khakis" as I call them regardless of precise color.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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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

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

My Late Mother. . .

A bit of fun with this post though admittedly wistful too. My late mother made it to the cover of the latest issue of The New Yorker . I almost fell over when I pulled it from the mailbox at the end of last week before the long Memorial Day weekend. I took a photograph with the ol' iPhone and texted it to my sister and step-father once inside. The former, a dab hand with Photoshop, changed the glasses to dark glasses and substituted Mom's long gone Pomeranian "Bijou" for the original King Charles Spaniel. Otherwise, it is my mother to a T. The tilt of the head, the gaze, the stride, everything. I'd like to think it's her way of saying, "Hi there everyone! Don't worry. Bijou and I are doing well." -- Heinz-Ulrich

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