Also known as “looking for something else, I found this.” I was looking for an ancient black-and-white picture of the FinFam’s Old Cabin with a bicycle leaning up against the back wall.

I couldn’t find that but I did find this “sculpture” (or whatever) from an outdoor exhibit at the contemporary art museum my daughter used to work at in Dee-troit. There was also a loverly terlet carousel in the exhibit. My kids know how much I love all things terlet (except during a bout of norovirus) so they made sure I got down to Detroit for that exhibit. I’ll dredge the terlet carousel up some other day (as well as the old cabin bicycle pic).

This photo was taken January 17, 2020, so very close to the covid pandemic. I remember zen commuting to work in my cute little Ninja, listening to the radio and being nervous about covid but also merrily cavorting around going to restaurants and bars and hanging out at the Tahquamenon DNR lodge with umpteen bazillion people. And exhibits. This one was outside but we also had a cocktail at the bar and then dinner at a nearby restaurant. Little did we know…

My daughter enjoyed a good stretch of her career at this museum but a few years later, she decided she missed her mama. Oh not really. Detroit is only a 45 mile drive from The Planet Ann Arbor. Actually, I think it was just time to make a change for whatever reasons she had and The Planet (where she grew up) is a great place to live and she found a good job here.

She’s been back in town a couple years now and I am a happy camper. We don’t see her a lot but with both daughters in town, it’s easier to do on-the-fly (or not) family dinners and we often meet for weekend lunches when the GG is off doing chainsaw training or whatever. And it’s one more person we can call on to roll our garbage/recycle/compost carts up the driveway after they get emptied if we won’t be here. (Chainsawing has taken on a whole new meaning since the advent of the Musk era but I won’t go there today.)

P.S. That whole missing mama thing. When this daughter was 10, she went on a western US road trip to the Badlands, etc., with the Twinz of Terror (her dad and uncle) and her “twin” cousin (uncle’s young teenage daughter). They had a great time but on the way back they were camping in the yooperland in a tent. A tornado rolled through in the middle of the night and the only thing that kept a BIG tree from smashing their tent was a SMALL tree that was holding it up. Many years later, I am still processing that brush with death.

Eventually they joined other campers in a shelter. My daughter was crying (I WOULD BE CRYING TOO!) and the GG told a friendly but concerned woman, “She misses her mama”. The woman said, in her Aussie accent (which I am probably exaggerating), “Oi miss moi mama too but she’s moils away”.

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