Not a Large Mac from you know who….but the Chicago to Mackinac race up Lake Michigan. This year is the 99th sailing of the Mac, which is sponsored by the Chicago Yacht Club. Every boat competing in the Mac must have at least one member of the Chicago Yacht Club as part of its crew.
Two hundred thirty five boats were signed up in the various classes to participate in the race this year. The fastest passage was 23 hours, 30-some minutes, but most of the boats will make the trip in 48 to 60 hours.
Some people will make just one Mac trip in their lives, but the sailors who are addicted to this race can join the “old goats” when they have competed 25 times. Some families have generations of sailors who have competed.
Dear Husband is a solo sailor, so he’s not in the middle of the pack tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he chooses to do the solo sailed race sponsored by the Solo Sailing Society one day. You can bet I’ll blog about it should he go!
Elegant Mother
We had an unusual day at the Buffy Bed and Breakfast, today. As you know, I am the caregiver for my mother. That’s a bit misleading, actually. At 88, Elegant Mother is still pretty much able to take care of herself. We provide her home, and meals and transportation, and she does most of the rest.
Today, things shifted a little bit in that strange swap of positions that aging parents and their children endure. I had to take on a little bit more of the “in charge” position, while EM relinquished it.
Lazy Day
We’ve had a really lazy day, today. The boys came early this morning, probably expecting that I would work them into the ground again. I wasn’t quite ready for the CPA’s assistant, who was supposed to visit today, so I sent the boys off to snooze for a bit while I finished up.
I was just about ready to leave the office when the assistant called to let me know that she was ill and would have to reschedule. I stepped into the living room to find that both boys were sound asleep, even though it was about 8:30. I went back to work for a bit. At 10:00 I checked on them again….and they were STILL sound asleep. I bet you can tell I haven’t raised a male teenager.
Rather than wake them, I made a quick trip to the grocery store. They heard me bring the groceries in, and their stomachs must have suggested it was time to get up.
The Numbers Game
I was astonished to find today that my blog has had over 17,600 visitors in the two years that I have had a site meter. Of course, some of those visits are from me, but if even half the number comes from other readers, then I am blessed with kind friends, especially since I have been in a rut, and not posting lately!
Thank you, thank you, for stopping by. *G*
A Meme, A Meme!!!
MEME SAVES THE DAY
This is from Cop Car
Manse
Manse…..the Buffy manse is full to overflowing with family this weekend. We are fortunate to have Dear Husband’s oldest son with us for a few days. His siblings have come to visit through out the past day or two, and they will all gather tomorrow to sail with Dear Husband and then have dinner here.
Space
It’s really embarrassing to admit that we have four full bathrooms in this house. We worked with the architect on the design. We had NO idea what the taxes would be like for four bathrooms, or we might have reconsidered that splurge!
At any rate, normally there are just four adults in this house. I share one of the bathrooms with Dear Husband, Elegante Mother uses the main bath on the first floor, and Step-Son2 uses the bath in the loft. The last one is in the basement. It was SUPPOSED to be the place where Dear Husband started his return home from work, but it hasn’t worked out that way. But, when you’re working in the basement, it’s really nice not to have to run up a flight of stairs to get to a john!
Visitors
My youngest sister and her family have blown in for the weekend. We get to visit with them two or three times a year, and they have managed to carve out three and a half days in their busy schedules to share with us.
Word of the Day 2
Troglodyte……
The ape driving the car next to mine had the development of a troglodyte when it came to rules of the road.
I am frequently astonished what they let get behind the wheel of a multi-ton vehicle. More and more I’m seeing people who do what pleases them, rather than following the laws that have been set down for all. One of the best places to watch for offenders is in the parking lot of major chain stores.
Yet Livin
I’m yet living. All the usual suspects here are doing well, despite the horrible heat and humidity.
We have reached the point this summer where I’ll have my ten and fifteen year old nephews each Wednesday. I can’t begin to tell you how much help they are.