Although it has been awhile since you’ve heard from me, I’m still on the sunny side of the green grass.
And, the grass is very green up here in Marshall, Michigan.
In fact, and very unlike where we lived in Florida, green seems to be the dominant color here in western Michigan…
Which will morph into snow white come this winter!
Until then, we’re delighted with how fresh and green it is.
On the other hand, getting used to the faster pace of northern living is still a work in progress.
Take driving, for example.
In Florida, you didn’t exceed the posted speed limit by more than 5 mph because you’d most likely get a speeding ticket.
Around here, going only 5 miles over the limit, will get your a*s run over by everyone from a know-it-all-teenager, to their great grandma!
While ‘Little Miss Lead Foot Treasa’ has taken to this kinda driving as if it was her destiny, I’m usually at the end of the pack, choking on the other traffic’s exhaust fumes.
But then, Treasa seems to have adapted to everything faster than I have.
After miraculously turning our condo into a ‘home’, she’s managed to stay busy with other cool things.
For one thing, she’s already set herself up at the local gym and has been teaching yoga for 3 weeks.
It hasn’t hurt that one of her sisters lives here in Marshall. Or that her Mom, and a brother, lives very close by.
Yesterday we took her Mom to Oakland county for an outdoor cookout at her younger brother Tim’s place. (about 1 1/2 hours away)
Lot’s of good food and drink, which may be why so many of her family showed up.
But, it was good seeing her brothers Tim, David and Lee, plus sisters Shirley and June.
And, of course their significant others…
It’s always enlightening to watch how grown-up siblings interact with each other at a social setting, isn’t it?
Ginger, I suspect, had the most fun because of all the tasty tidbits covertly passed her way.
My family, though, don’t live close.
Two of my 4 sisters live about 3 hours away. And, my oldest sister, Janice, lives so far up in ‘the north country’ that I don’t even wanna think about it.
So far, I haven’t seen any of them. Hoping to when I feel more settled in.
Generally, I’m what’s called an early adapter. Yet, and despite being here almost 6 weeks, I’m just not feeling like myself.
The effects this move has had on my psyche, have been eye-opening.
Which I’ll tell you about in our next ‘you & me’ get together.
But before then, we have a guest post, from another Kentuckian, about the dangers of falling.
You’ll want to read it.
Ideas for me, your aging related story, and your comments are always very welcome.