Early November Style. . .

Winter is on the way! Bull Road in Alsace Township, Berks County, Pennsylvania. Early Friday and early today, it looked very similar here in Mid-Michigan.

A couple of blustery days here in our neck of the woods, as winds, rains, and then two early light snows have brought down remaining leaves from the trees. Still too warm for the snow to hang around, but we had almost an inch on the ground by late yesterday (Friday) morning, and a good inch covering everything early today (Saturday) before it melted. Definitely sweater and corduroy jean weather.

Speaking of which, no photographs of your truly's current weekend wear, but here's the rundown of the different items for today. I've got on an old light blue oxford cloth button down shirt beneath a 25-year-old cream and charcoal L.L. Bean Norwegian fisherman's sweater with a new pair of very green corduroy jeans, which were a birthday gift earlier this week from The Grand Duchess, held up by a navy and red surcingle belt. And on the tootsies, the usual well-worn suede camp moccasins from Allen Edmonds that good ol' Mom sent to me several years ago. These have become my go-to house shoes between October and late April each year.

It it is entirely possible to be comfortable (our national obsession along with constant snacking), yet more than presentable at home during the evenings and weekends for yourself. And those you live with.

-- 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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