Butt dialing for prime rib

I dunno how many times the GG butt dialed me today but it was a few. Maybe he needs to put his phone in a different location when he is driving?

At one point we actually connected on the phone and he (again) asked me what kind of beast I wanted him to buy at our fave Best Choice butcher and fine food emporium near the Hoton Lake Group Home. He tends to get confused between prime rib and rib eye steaks. He has tried to order prime rib there a few times. Problem? They don’t carry it! They have wonderful rib eyes though. I think he actually asked for the right thing today.

So, everyone in the fambly was driving today except yer fav-o-rite blahgger. The GG drove from The Planet Ann Arbor to the moominbeach. One beach urchin drove from The Planet Ann Arbor to Fishtown, where she hopes to catch a ferry to South Manitou Island in Lake Michigan. Sometimes that doesn’t work out so I wish her luck. The other beach urchin drove (actually the Racc drove) from near the Planet Ann Arbor to near Traverse City. Actually near to Interlochen where I spent a couple of summers playing the flute at an acclaimed music camp. Everyone made it safely, thank you very much. The Interlochen folks are staying at a B&B and it was pronounced something like “on the shabby side but comfortable.” I replied with “sounds like home.”

Because this is my view of the moomincabin living room from my work area. (I am not working from the Lyme Lounge this summer because I’m mostly here alone, at least during working hours.) So, kinda shabby roight? Except for the new (last summer) Ikea sectional, that is. Shabby or not, I actually think my moom, a thoroughly mid-century modern moom, did a pretty good job helping design this cabin. The picture windows are salvaged storefront windows from somewhere in Sault Ste. Siberia and the windows at the bottom of the ladder are cool vintage Andersens.

We had heavy rain and some thunder this morning. That was good but man oh man it was GLOOMY in the cabin this morning. It was gloomy enough that I actually turned on a *light*. I don’t usually do that. I enjoy living with whatever ambient light is available. Screens help with that. Of course I turn on lights when I need them like in the kitchen, etc. and I did have kitchen lights on.

One Response to “Butt dialing for prime rib”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Isn’t there a button that locks the screen? I think the place looks wonderfully cozy; I would gladly curl up there with a book.