Monday Zoom Office Hours Attire. . .

Back fresh from the dry cleaners, a pair of golden tan dress corduroys that I've had since Fall 2004. Until recently, they have been uncomfortably snug in the waist and seat for some several years. However, with now 25+ pounds of weight loss since late last September, as of yesterday afternoon post-skiing, they are once again extremely comfortable. Even when seated. Same thing with the shirt. Ahhh.

Otherwise, it was my 11am Zoom office hour as usual this Monday morning. Mercifully, no takers today, so I was able to finish some online grade entry. Most student learning teams did very well with their first projects submitted more than a week ago I am happy to report.

Those students who did not, and there were a few, have problems with time management, planning, organization, and communication within their respective teams even with everything they need to succeed in the course(s) available for easy review online via our classroom and grade management system that we use here. Then, there are the weekly email reminders and online videos from yours truly. As the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water. . . Thus far, the whining has, however, been kept to a minimum.

Finally, I have long suspected that I am at my happiest when out cross-country skiing during the winter months. But dressing presentably makes one feel pretty darn good too. Especially when things fit as they should.

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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