Whimsical Wednesday. . .

A lovely Indian Summer day forecast for today, so back to the light tan shoes and belt, which seem ideal for sunny, warm days. The wool jacket is by Luciano Barbera and, again, has been hanging in the overflow closet for more than two years thanks to pandemic disruptions of life and work. I finally managed to get it to the tailor's for the usual minor alterations in late April or May last spring, so this is its first wearing.

Hmmm. The upper half does not quite seem to work looking at these photographs again. A bit busy pattern-wise. Two patterns too many? Possibly a different shirt, or a calmer pocket square (white linen?) would help things harmonize more effectively. A textbook example of the sartorial occasional risks involved when mixing patterns. Sigh. Should've reached for and pressed a light blue OCBD instead. Ah, well. Live and learn as the saying goes.

Tomorrow, probably a rugby top and corduroy jeans though. I'll be home all day recording, producing, and uploading another episode for the podcast I began in May as a tool to support my students outside of class meetings. Typically, programs run 10-15 minutes and present helpful information on how students can collaborate with more intent, navigate their coursework, and complete their independent assignments and team projects more effectively.

The approach seems to be working reasonably well based on favorable feedback from a few of the young people working with me this semester.

-- 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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