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Looking through photo albums and memorabilia of my bygone days is not a favorite pastime for me. A feeling of melancholy descends along with “what if” and “coulda shoulda” type thinking. I prefer to focus on today and anticipate future events. Still, last weekend we took a trip into my past to a small town in northern Michigan where I raised my children. Not that there weren’t  good friends and good times during those many years, but I am more of a big city gal who also craves lots of sun and warm weather, and I always was eager to move. I just feel more alive where I live now.

Why did we head north? My husband and I have wonderful friends who still live in northern Michigan and we wanted to spend some time with them. True to form, the weather did not cooperate. It rained on the way up and most of the time we were there. My expectations in this regard were few. But it was a great weekend! Lots of laughs, a few games of super scrabble, champagne, long discussions and a visit to a farm market where we ran into my ex-husband (remember I said small town)  and bought veggies to make soup— a perfect antidote to the cool, damp weather.

I also like the intimacy a road trip brings between my husband and me. It’s a time to talk without distractions. It’s another adventure together. On the way home the sun peeked through clouds to illuminate the fall color. As we neared the city I could feel the blood start to flow through my veins again. There’s no place like home. We look forward to seeing our friends again soon—in Chicago this time!

I decided to share this photo because it made me happy this morning to see how the remnants of a blue bar of soap had melded into the larger cream-colored soap. It looked mellow and delicious!

I decided to share this photo because it made me happy this morning to see how the remnants of a blue bar of soap had melded into the larger cream-colored soap. It looked mellow and delicious!

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