In the nick of time
Here’s one for the “timing is everything” books …
I was heading for the bottle/can return dungeon at the Okemos Meijer Monday. Just as I was retrieving my returnables from my car, I noticed two MSU student types moving in the same direction. Each of them had two shopping carts heaped to overflowing with cans and bottles.
And they had a head start on me!
Not wishing to spend my entire afternoon among the noisy machinery, I put it in high gear, slipped in just ahead of them, and claimed one of the two glass-eating machines.
I said to one of the guys, “That should just about cover your tuition this semester.”
Then I thought of the original investment it must have taken to end up with all those empties.
Lesson for the day: Avoid returning cans and bottles on Mondays.
Raking Sunday along the edge of our woods, my wife saw what she thought was a piece of a broken plastic reflector under the leaves.
She was surprised to learn it was organic - and growing.
i poked around on the Internet and learned that it’s a species of fungus, called, appropriately enough, a scarlet elf cup.
The woods are alive with the sound of peepers
The spring peepers were in fine voice all weekend, performing an a cappella concert that rose in intensity, reaching its crescendo in our neck of the woods on Saturday evening.
However, the rain the peepers wanted, and expected, hadn’t yet materialized as of Sunday afternoon. It came close a few times, but, it never amounted to more than a half-hearted spit.
It seems strange to say this, given the winter that we had, but we could use some moisture. The puddle alongside our driveway which usually holds a couple of ducks this time of year could barely float a peeper at the moment.
In the pink
The word is that grandson Colin actually found lots of eggs at the neighborhood hunt on Saturday, but only kept one.
A pink one.
To borrow a joke from Jerry Seinfeld and and George Costanza … Not that there’s anything wrong with that …
Local film festival underway
I saw an amazing documentary film Thursday night at the Lansing Center, on the opening night of the Capital Area Film Festival.
"Alive Inside," produced and directed by Michael Rossato-Bennett documents the stunning effects of music on people with dementia
For a sample, click on the photo.
Tonight my wife and I will see “You or a Loved One,” written by Chris Bouffard, who grew up in East Lansing and graduated from Williamston High in 1998. Bouffard also stars in the movie.