Quiet

Everyone has fled the residence.  I've been a bad host to our guests and A selfish husband to my wife.  Brooke is still quite sick and is carrying on as well as possible.  She and Lisa and Gabe have gone to Toronto for a couple of days.  Jman and Helene have headed to the West Coast of Michigan for a similar timeframe.  I have some time to feel like I've gained some control of things around here.  The newlyweds are in Costa Rica.

We went to a local beach yesterday where Matt and Rissa provided hamburgers and cheeseburgers and watermellon.  We provided kooskoos and something else.  I am not in the loop.  Gabe provided entertainment.  It was a nice evening. 

This post is just to let you know what is going on in our lives.  I thought Genevieve might like to know.
Otherwise you might as well read the ingredients on a box of cereal. 

I was out in the drive-way talking to Jman and playing with Gabe when a middle-aged couple walked up to ask."Who is the beer brewer?"  They've been enjoying watching the progress of the hops growing on the side of the house.  Dave, the man, wondered if there was a brewing club around here.  There is one in Ann Arbor.  The woman, whose name escapes me, complemented us on the flowers that grow in such abundance here.  I mentioned The Fenton Vortex to them, which they thought was interesting.  Jman thinks such things are foolish.  It took me a long time to appreciate my fathers stories.  He would tell the same story over and over often with different endings.  He was a great story teller.