We were such horrible children. My dad got two weeks of vacation per year. AS A BANKER! He would spend his entire vacation at the moomincabin. Us kids would tease him unmercifully the day before he had to go back to work. I can still remember him walking down the path to the beach as we sang “One more day of vacation”. I don’t remember all the lyrics but it was the same tune as “The bear went over the mountain”. We were such talented children 🐽🐽🐽

A couple disclaimers. 1) As kids, we fairly frequently went on road trips (a few of them long ones) so he must have been able to finagle a bit more time some years or maybe I’m misremembering the two week limit. 2) The moomin is an easy 20 minutes away from the BANK [now defunct], so he was able to live at the moomin for the entire summer even though he went to town to work every day (except vacation).

I miss our childhood rhythm of badgering The Commander to move us out to the moomin the day after school got out. She would give us each a bushel basket and we would pack our clothes and whatever. We didn’t move back to town until Labor Day. I get six weeks of PTO nowadays plus I am a post-covid full time telecommuter. But although I spent a good amount of time at the moomin this summer, I also like The Planet Ann Arbor in the summer so I don’t do the whole season up there.

Anyway, the GG’s travel plans are frequently fraught with indecision for various reasons. He left on Thursday and I wasn’t sure when he would be back. Sunday? Today? Next weekend? As it turns out, his plans morphed such that he would return today. But then. He and the UU went to the Hoton Lake Group Home today and did some yard work and it was a GORGEOUS day there (not so much here) so he is gonna spend tonight there and return to the Planet tomorrow.

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