End of an Era

Emptying Out the House

We are in Ann Arbor tonight, spending our last night at Chez Harry’s, ever. As you can see from the photo, things have been significantly cleared out. Harry, Jane, et. Al. have done a monumental job of moving stuff out of the house. What stuff that is still in the house has a well-defined exit strategy that should be implemented by the time we return from up north. The night before and after our flights to and from Boston, we will be hoteling it. Harry should be proud of what he has accomplished, because earlier this week, while on a walk through the rich neighborhood that adjoins our little slum, we saw a very sad sight. A home there had a dumpster parked in the street before it and not one of those small dumpsters, but a walk-in one, as big as they come. Half-a-dozen people were carrying stuff out to it, in a seemingly never-ending fire bucket brigade. It was a sad sight to see, a sight that Harry has avoided in his own case.

Soon after we arrived in town, Harry whisked us off to his new place, All Seasons, which I keep wanting to call Four Seasons, as in the Philly lawn and gardening place, but that’s just me. It is brand new, has excellent curb appeal and at the moment is less than a third full. Dinner was excellent. Harry had the lamb chops, Anne had their Whitefish, which had a fancy Italian name, bronzini, and I had a filet minion. Like I said, the food was excellent, but the best part of the meal occurred after we were done eating. First one and then another and another resident came to the table to introduce themselves or rather reintroduce themselves. Invariably, their first question asked was are you Harry R? One, Gordon, Harry had hired as a French teacher lo these many years ago. Further, Harry also hired a woman, who later became Gordon’s current wife. The wife of another teacher friend later reintroduced herself by way of saying, “It really is a small world after all.” Cue the music, Jane. She still has a drink recipe that Harry had shared with her many years ago and has invited him over for drinks. 

Headed Home

Sunday Morning in Deep Waters

We landed in Ann Arbor last night, the first step on our way home. We came south from the cabin through Lansing, which seemed nicer than traveling I-75 all of the way. It was nicer until we hit Lansing, where rain snarled traffic the rest of the way to Harry’s. We had brought Parmesan-Lemon chicken which everyone seemed to like for dinner. This morning, we successfully loaded the dresser, everything that we had brought down with us and the stuff that Jay had packed and left for us to take home into the RAV4. We could take more, like the boxes of photos, but I don’t want to put weight on the dresser. Taking all of its drawers out, really made it quite light to carry. I could even carry my end of it up the rough and slippery flagstones from the basement one-handed. This left me a free hand to swat mosquitos with. We carried the drawers separately and reinstalled them as we were sliding the dresser into the car. It fit nicely, with room to spare.

It is Art Fair week here in town this weekend and I would like to check it out, but there is a lot still to do around the house. Plus, now that the car is loaded, we would have to walk, which would be fine, so long that it doesn’t rain. The pictured fountain depicts Father Triton and his sons on a “holiday excursion”. It is located near the League, on campus.