SHAFTWAXER

It is May, and it’s almost “that time”.

The woman has graduated. It was a long, hard, chaotic rush to the finish line, but in the end it all worked out. Everything was completed on time on turned in. Sure, it was her work and her research, but in the end it kinda effects me too. She worked hard, and now it’s done. We celebrated by doing a ton of jack shit. It was delightful.

Our moving date has changed YET AGAIN back to a previous iteration. The apartment that we signed the lease for had a slight change in plans. Namely, the guy that was leaving because he was being transfered for his job… wasn’t getting transfered anymore. They couldn’t just throw him out, but that still left them in a rather difficult position of having 2 people signed for the same apartment. Given that my list of requirements for an apartment was somewhat specific, they didn’t have anything else for us to get switched to. So in the end, the offered us a slightly larger apartment at the old price we originally signed for. It all works out in the end, but secretly I liked the other place better. Had a nicer view, and the sun would come in through the living room and dining room windows. The advantage, however, is that it’s a little larger, and we can go back to moving in earlier on a weekend instead. More slave labor. Less than 2 weeks, and I can’t wait.

That just leaves us with this pesky little trip to Mackinac Island this Thursday. In an effort to get ready, we went for a bike ride yesterday morning. I have a hunch it was the bike that I was using, but holy shit I was sucking wind HARD only a mile or so in. The bike wasn’t exactly comfortable, and it did feel awfully heavy. Still, I feel like a giant wuss for not being able to ride a simple 10 mile path I normally am able to rollerblade with a certain degree of ease. I think I’ll shell out for a slightly better bike on the island for our afternoon ride when we get there. Last time I got this granny 1-speed machine with a glorious basket in the front. It was hard work, but I don’t recall being insanely exhausted, even when we were riding into the wind. They rent bikes at the resort, so we’ll see.

The whole premise of us staying at a “resort” still seems kinda strange. Normally not my style (or tax bracket for that matter), we will be staying there none the less. It’s cheaper since the heavy tourist season doesn’t really start until the day we leave. We will have the benefit of the island almost being to ourselves while still leaving when everything unofficially opens up for the tourist lemmings (of which we could arguably be 2 of). We almost stayed at The Grand instead, but aside from the porch not being open yet, the rules at that place are insane. After 6 guys must be in jackets and women must be in dresses or pant suits. Sorry, I was actually hoping to have fun on my vacation, was that too much to ask? After thinking about it, it seemed like aside from being able to say that we were staying at The Grand, we would almost guarenteed have more fun elsewhere.

And we will.