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French Press Style. . .

'Dad Rat,' as The Young Master calls him, joined us at the breakfast table this morning.  He is very particular about his coffee for a rodent.

A lovely, sunny, cool morning here in Mid-Michigan.  The emerald green grass is freshly cut in long, straight diagonal rows, the flower beds are freshly edged, the Marigolds and Begonias are in full bloom.  The reconfiguration of formerly face to face courses for teaching in an asynchronous online environment is underway.  Ahhhh.  Right now, it's almost possible to forget the ugliness of the world and the rudderless ship on which we have passage.

-- Heinz-Ulrich


  1. I took the day off today and spent a few hours walking through the woods and fields with my wife just to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet. Sometimes it is best to step away from humanity.

  2. Agreed. Mind you, that used to be easier pre-internet when all one had to do was turn off the TV and/or not glance through the newspaper. It's much harder to avoid the rest of the world now.

    Best Regards,


  3. Having focused on the rat and the Minnesota mug, I hadn't noticed the chair.
    Very nice indeed ( as are Mr. Rat and the mug).

  4. Thank you! When we upgraded our dining room furniture a few years ago, we tried to find a table and chairs that were relatively plain. Easier said than done, but we managed fairly well in the end without having to take out a second mortgage. People tend to forget -- in the era of flat-pack, disposable decor -- that 'real' furniture ain't exactly cheap. One must shop around to avoid breaking the bank. But we found something that should last well into decrepitude and beyond. The Minnesota mug is one of Dad Rat's favorites, but he also enjoys using a Michigan mug from time to time.

    Best Regards,



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