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| Just yours truly mugging for the camera before enjoying not one but TWO pre-Christmas cinnamon pastries with coffee. Tan or cinnamon corduroy jeans and L.L. Bean boots with Nordic patterned Smart Wool socks on the lower half by the way. |
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| Nothing more, thank you. I'm in good shape. |
On the Friday before Christmas, the Grand Duchess and I escaped for a parents' day out in nearby Ann Arbor before the Young Master began his 14-day and then some Winter Break from school. Most of our Christmas shopping done already, we nevertheless enjoyed window shopping around downtown, a visit for a couple of hours to the art museum on the University of Michigan campus, combined with visits to our favorite cafe and bookstore before heading for home about 2pm although the Young Master now has his own house key and is fine on his own in the afternoons.
At the conclusion of this particular visit, we could not for the life of us recall where we had parked the car and spent more than an hour traipsing back and forth in the falling snow looking for it. We finally had to visit the city traffic and parking office for assistance, and were quickly set in the right direction by a man with the official title of Parking Referee. Who knew?
Setting off again, we reached our car in less than five minutes! Go ahead. Say it. I will agree with you hands down. A couple of overly educated idiots.
-- Heinz-Ulrich
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