Saw these signs on my way to the aforementioned swim and sunset last night:
Make No Mistake On the Lake
As far as I can tell, they are referring to the signholder’s desire that the state of Michigan refrain from installing windmills as sources of energy because of concerns about their ability to withstand ice (a valid concern) and the possibility that they’re going to adversely affect property values.
I completely understand. I mean look at how much worse this looks:
compared to this:
Have you ever had a day that you just feel like everything’s slightly wrong from the start?
Started the day reading my favorite blogger; her son (23? 25?) died last night. The Gulf of Mexico is now the world’s largest oil slick, and keeps getting larger and slicker. My husband’s car, worth $2500, and which we just spent $1500 repairing after a freak mishap, had his transmission blow on the highway. One of my very best friends, who went off to France to pursue the most romantic, exciting dream of her life is probably coming home 6 weeks early, disappointed and brokenhearted.
It doesn’t help that I’m approaching that time of the month that every peri-menopausal woman looks forward to with apprehension and dread. Although I’m not foolish enough to blame all of the former on the latter, I’m self-aware enough to realize that it could have a definite impact on my ability to cope.
My question for all of you is: would a martini at this juncture be a tonic? or a mistake?
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