The 8th way to win my heart
My Jersey grrl pointed out that I only listed seven of the eight ways to win my heart yesterday. Yeah, once in a while I'm easy like that. ; )
8. Point out, in a way that makes me want to give you a hug, the ways in which I err!
Memes like this are a challenge, but I'm always happy when I'm finished. It's very hard to look in the mirror and talk about what I see there, but it's good for me -- really, I'd rather talk about you, ya know (kinda like Ann did today)? 100 Things nearly killed me last year, but after I was finished making the list, I was still in the mode, so for a while when something new would pop into my head I'd think, "That's Thing 101... 102... 103, etc."
The knitting news is pathetic. I'm 14 rows behind schedule on Shirley Shrugs, haven't knit a single stitch on the sock, and the progress is slow on the little Weasley. I'm hoping that the kids and Christmas CDs this weekend, the company party being tonight, and trimming the tree, will provide the needed holiday attitude adjustment. Maybe I should make some fudge, too. Or cake. Or cookies.
So, back to thoughts on the meme (some mighty meandering to follow -- with no knitting -- fair warning). The "places visited" strike a chord, don't they? It's funny how I think of them -- sometimes when I think of a place it's, "Oh, yeah, I've been there" and other times there's such a flood of memories that it's hard to sort them out. When I originally thought of Mackinac Island, I was remembering the trip that DH and I took with the kids several years ago. When Mary in Boston commented on it, I was overcome with thoughts of my first visit there when I was 12.
Dad took all five of us on a trip around Lake Superior in a Winnebago. I wrote a little about it, mostly as it related to Canada, here. We also stopped in Sault Ste. Marie on that trip and watched a ship go through the locks during a rain storm -- I have a vague memory of a lady flirting with my dad in the rain (or maybe the other way around -- somebody was flirting) (under an umbrella or am I romanticizing?) -- and we visited Mackinac Island. My parents were freshly split and my dad, having always had a crew cut, was going for a new look and growing out his hair. When your hair's been standing up straight on end for much of 30 years, it's not going to suddenly lay flat just because you want it to -- and there's not a much worse look than an overgrown crew cut -- so it had to be coaxed into an at-ease position. Dad employed the hot and steamy method -- several times a day, everyday, he'd place a steaming hot, wet washcloth on his head and give it a little twist in the desired direction to get all those little hairs to give up the fight. I think I got a little Super 8 footage of that when I had a turn with the camera. I did my baby sister's hair on that trip every morning -- curly pigtails on a 6-year-old.
One of the best things about that trip is that so much of it was caught on film. My dad's actually kind of geeky. He likes gadgets and electronics and various types of tools (big and small) and fixing things and making things and tinkering. He's a mechanic -- it's like second nature to him, maintaining vehicles and machinery on a seasonal schedule. He's really a pretty cool guy. I used to love watching him mix epoxy -- oh, that was mysterious glue -- and use a soldering iron, he loved his radial arm saw (DH is a table saw guy) and had a lathe in the basement. There were a couple of years when he and mom made our Christmas cards using woodblocks that he carved to make the prints. Anyway, some of the early electronics that I remember were a cool old Polaroid camera (used to love the smell of that stuff he had to smear all over the pics), a big Aiwa reel-to-reel tape recorder, a Super 8 movie camera. If I've got any "geek," it's definitely from Dad.
Also caught on film at Mackinac Island was some footage of our guided tour. We were all ready to go in one wagon before it was discovered that it had a flat tire. Another wagon and driver came to our rescue -- and how fortunate for us! The driver/guide was the best tour guide ever -- so animated and excited and a natural-born story-teller. There's nothing worse than someone reciting the script on a tour like that, you know? Such a great trip.