I’ve been blogging for a long time now and I’m not about to tell you anything new when I say that the one thing that I never expected to happen – but also the thing I love most about my blogging – is that I made real life friends. I guess it’s what happens when you basically read someone’s diary 5 days a week for 10 years or more – you get to know them and, if you’re really really fortunate – you get to meet them in real life and tell stories in person with laughs instead on computer screens with words. All of this is just a prelude to say that Dale and I went to hang out with Kym and Tom and it was wonderful.
They opened their home to us and welcomed us like family. And we had such a great time! We did so many things, way too many to cover in this one blog post, so I’m just going to do a quick and dirty list of all it, and then I’ll cover the specifics in the days to come.
- We toured Kalamazoo
- We played with Jenny and Jo-Jo
- We drank beer. Lots and lots of beer
- We ate delicious food prepared by Kym and also Tom
- We had a fabulous meal at Food Dance to celebrate Dale’s 65th birthday
- We heard awesome live music
- We traveled to The Ford Museum and saw amazing historical stuff, including a special tour of Beatle’s memorabilia
- We visited their cabin Up North
- We fished
- We visited Lake Michigan
- We ate ice cream
- We got to see Kym’s beautiful gardens
- We ate really great donuts at Sweetwaters
- We played Pass the Pigs (which I had never heard of) and told lots and lots of jokes
- We had a campfire and ate s’mores
- We toured around on their pontoon boat – we call those party boats here
- We had, and this is the underest understatement ever – a blast.
I’ve got lots more to tell you, including about our days in Chicago, but for now this will have to suffice. Other than this – I have to go on just a little more here – and say that having imaginary friends turn into real life friends is an incredible thing. Being able to travel to new places and see new things because of those friends makes me feel unbelievably fortunate. I guess what I’m trying to say is that these are the connections that make a big cold world a cozy corner full of friends instead.