Saturday Farmers' Market Style. . .

The Grand Duchess and I ventured out to our local Saturday farmers' market late this morning for a couple of hours sans the soon-to-be-14-year old child. It was bliss.

Layered items for this chilly mid-autumn days included a vintage L.L. Bean Norwegian fisherman's sweater (from when they were still made in Norway), corduroy jeans, navy and orange ribbon belt, and flannel shirt, plus a the Classic Anorak shell from L. L. Bean, which I've had for over 20 years now.

And, of course, my Phi Kappa Phi ball cap since my hair needs a trim and would not calm down even after the usual morning brush before I headed downstairs for that first mug of coffee about 9:30am.

Of the hair, the less said, the better. Something between Ricky Nelson, Yahoo Serious, and Leonid Brezhnev. But back to the farmers' market!

Locally produced and grown items purchased included apples, fresh apple cider, maple syrup, and various traditional Chinese buns, with sausage and hard-boiled egg inside, plus deep-fried turnover dumpling thingies. A fresh coffee for me and tea for Sonja were also on the agenda. We then made the quick trip to a local orchard for apple cinnamon doughnuts and an apple slushy for the Grand Duchess. The doughnuts were still warm, which was an added treat.

Finally to the paint store and then home again as the rain resumed. Overall, a nice morning and midday out. And as the photographs illustrate, although it might be the weekend, one needn't dress like an 'urp-slop' to be comfortable and cozy.

-- 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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