Lake Erie
Skate and I went to visit a divey little house-for-rent that was within eyesight of Fermi. We pretty much knew she wouldn’t dig it right off, but we sort of deluded ourselves because it was, maybe 150 feet from the beach. Not having any kitchen appliances sure can be a bummer. We splashed about the beach, examining teenage bonfires and curious trash, watching jetskiiers and children who had just biked up the path to run in the water. I was jealous in a way I couldn’t describe, because I used to spend every singly summer at my grandma’s house in Portage, right off of Long Lake, and I was in that water constantly.
Anyway, that’s all the news I want to report right now. My boss will be gone for two weeks starting today (monday), and yes, I’m nervous about fucking it up.
Meanwhile, starting today after I saw The Island with K.T. and Ben (I must download a hacked copy so I can screen-capture my lovely train station), my hand started to hurt. I don’t know how to describe it, but the top of my hand, opposite my palm, is really bugging me, and it makes typing not-fun. Boo!
I’m happy (more or less) with my own place in Ann Arbor. Sarah Kate is looking for a place somewhere in the vicinity of or in between Ann Arbor and Monroe.