Re-entry Part 2

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Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I’ve come to look for America.

Simon and Garfunkel – America

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I sold/gave away most of my stuff before I left Florida in 2012 and stored what I couldn’t bear to part with at my mom’s place, so when I got back to Michigan a year later, I was happily reunited not only with my family but also with the majority of my worldly possessions. While I missed my family considerably more than I missed my “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” DVD box set (oh hush, Judgey McHighhorse), I also have to admit that it was nice to have wardrobe options again. I’m not a dedicated follower of fashion by any means but having only four shirts to choose from for a year got a bit old, even for me. It also gave me a chance to bid farewell to an old friend. Maybe you remember me mentioning that one threadbare pair of Levis I had in an earlier post? After writing that, I actually got them stitched up in Sydney (for the price of a new pair of jeans back in the States – freakin’ Australia!), only to have them rip again in New Zealand. Obviously, it was time to say goodbye, but they had served me well and I thought they deserved better than just being tossed in the trash. Then I saw the huge pile of brush on my mom’s farm and I knew what I had to do – a funeral pyre.

Levi's last flight
Levi’s last flight

Mom had to notify the fire department before she lit this pile up, just to keep anyone from panicking. Now that's a fire!
Mom had to notify the fire department before she lit this pile up, just to keep anyone from panicking.
Now that’s a fire!

They went out in a blaze of glory. Kind of the way I want to go too, but on a longship, you know, Viking-style. And no, I’m not looking for someone to set me on fire at this time, but thanks for your interest.

My sister Sandy and her husband Rick came up from Texas while I was there. Rick had just flown in from Afghanistan the day before so he was a bit fuzzy on things like the time, or the date, or his name, but it was great to see him again. We also all got a chance to meet Kylie, my niece Crystal’s baby girl, my first great-niece and the little tyke that turned my youngest sister Deb into a grandmother. I’m still trying to wrap my head around that one. Deb probably is too. It is fun calling her “Grandma” though. Also “Grammy”, “Nana”, “Gold Bond”, and “PoliGrip” (Now do you see why I’m not looking for anyone to set me on fire? The position has already been filled.) Anyway, welcome to the world and welcome to the family Kylie!

Baby, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. Four generations of women!
Baby, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. Four generations of women!

Great-Grandma Mary
Great-Grandma Mary

Great-Grandma Kathy
Great-Grandma Kathy

Great-Aunt Sandy
Great-Aunt Sandy

Great-Uncle Rick and proud father Casey
Great-Uncle Rick and proud father Casey

Grandpa Mark and curious Maltese Freya
Grandpa Mark and curious Maltese Freya

Me and the wee baby Kylie
Me and the wee baby Kylie

Aunt Becca. Just a little advice, Kylie - do not pull that finger.
Aunt Becca. Just a little advice, Kylie – do not pull that finger.

I got into Michigan in mid-April and thought that I would be enjoying beautiful spring weather by then. Hah! I should have known better. I had gone a year without winter on my trip and I guess Michigan wanted to make sure I didn’t leave before I had a little taste.


Gotta love that Michigan weather. Well, not you necessarily, or me, but I’m sure someone out there does. Probably someone who isn’t allowed near sharp objects.

I also spent a little time going through my movie collection, watching classics like “The Mole People”, “The Deadly Mantis” and “The Leech Woman”. I sense that you’re judging me again. Whatever. The heart wants what the heart wants. Deb picked this one up for me at a tractor and farm supply store. Isn’t that where everyone does their home entertainment shopping?

Godzilla vs. a genetically modified plant. Seriously. A plant. I believe, in the next one, he gets his butt kicked by a big buttery croissant.
Godzilla vs. a genetically modified plant. Seriously. A plant. I believe, in the next one, he gets his butt kicked by a big buttery croissant.

Finally, Max, Mom and Toby helped me re-imagine a famous photo by Elliott Erwitt with a rural theme. Thanks for humoring me guys!
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As good as it was to be home, after a month up in Michigan, it was time to bid my family (and my Buffy DVDs) goodbye and head south to Florida to catch up with old friends, have a house all to myself for almost two glorious weeks and get a bit closer to my final destination. To be continued…

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