Sunday morning

It's a lovely day down my road.  I mowed the lawn yesterday so everyone can see the dandelions more clearly.  I've been reading John Adams and was impressed by how John and Abigail wrote so steadily to each other when they were apart and saved their letters.  The biography made me think more highly of Washington and Adams and less highly of Jefferson.  Now I'll have to read a biography of Jefferson and see if I change my mind.

Saturday Mike and I had a great afternoon and evening in Ann Arbor.  We did some shopping for Michael's birthday, and then headed to Ann Arbor.  It was funny--we both could have napped before leaving for our day in Ann Arbor, but didn't.  When we went through some slow traffic, I got sleepy and dozed off for the last few minutes of the ride.  Upon reaching the parking garage by the theater, we agreed that it would be nice to just sit there and snooze for a while.  I told Mike as we finally walked toward the bookstore that it must be a real sign of getting old, when you drive to Ann Arbor and have to take a nap before you can get out of the car.   We split up for a little shopping.  I found some tops at Orchid Lane, and Mike browsed at the bookstore.  When I joined Mike at Borders we found a few beginner books for Michael's birthday gift.  Then we had coffee at Biggby's and played Scrabble on our travel game.   I have won three out of our four most recent games, but if you went back through all the little Scrabble score sheets we still have tucked in the game, Mike would be the overwhelming winner.  That guy has a strategy for everything.  I tend to just make whatever move is dictated at the moment, but Mike is always thinking ahead.  After a string of resounding defeats,  I started inviting him to each game by saying it was time for me to whip his ass again in Scrabble, but of course the opposite would always happen.  Yesterday, however, I actually was in the process of whipping his ass in another game when David Chapel walked in and sat down with us.  David was on his way to perform in an orchestra concert, but didn't seem too pressed for time.  We had a nice little visit.  Then I finished whipping Mike's ass in Scrabble, and we went to the show.  It does wonders to win once in a while.  I enjoyed the thrill of victory for once, while Mike experienced the agony of defeat.  (In case that sounds like gloating, I'm just adapting an old Wide World of Sports opening line--it just happens to fit quite well here.)

After our coffee and Scrabble game, Mike and I went to a wonderful musical at Performance Network in Ann Arbor.  They did Little Shop of Horrors, and it was the best.  The singing was awesome, the set was excellent as always, and all of us in the audience walked away just raving about it.  I'm still singing the songs!

Then Mike found the Tigers baseball game on XM radio for the ride home.  We switched the game on TV when we got home, and I don't know if they won or lost, but that was how we ended our day.  John and Abigail have letters to each other; Mike and Becky have a record of all their Scrabble games.  To each his own.  I'm glad we're not fighting the Revolution!