Festive Harris Tweed and Cords Thursday. . .

A not unpleasant combination of cold weather items yesterday (Thursday), my last day on campus for the semester. Possibly straying a bit close to something you might spot in Yankee Candle, but ah, well. I felt good wearing this particular combination, and 'tis the season as they say.

I dress for myself at this point. I have fun wearing my clothes. They brighten my day, and maybe a few others who cross my path. In short, dressing presentably brings me joy in otherwise unpleasant times.

And as my wife and I discussed one evening a few weeks back, albeit in a different context, we should go out of our way to find and create more of those little bits of joy in our lives. Doing so makes life worth living.

Donning another tweed jacket, seasonal necktie, cords, and penny loafers this morning, following a shower and shave, to head out and run a few errands before returning to home to enter points for final student team projects. Then I can begin calculating final course grades and get everything entered into the correct online database by tomorrow afternoon.

Our deadline for final grade submission is 4pm on the 21st, so the pressure is on. Fun, fun, fun.

So, it's best to bite the bullet and make some headway before the weekend begins in earnest when The Grand Duchess and I will pop the cork on a bottle of wine Following The Young Master's 8:30 bedtime.

-- 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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