Tuesday, December 23, 2014
My Treasured Milk Crate
I just woke up from a full night's sleep! Hallelujah! Jet lag, I vanquish thee!
A quiet day yesterday, spent entirely within the boundaries of the suburban Detroit township where Dave's parents live. We managed to roust ourselves from the house to get to a European specialty market and buy ingredients for some of Dave's cooking projects, which include making his own sausage and paté.
(For some reason, the European specialty market included several shelves of Michigan potato chips. But never mind geography.)
I spent the day mostly reading and visiting, and looking through the boxes of stuff that Dave has stored in his parents' basement. We intend to go through that stuff and take what we want back to England. Dave will probably have his parents sell most of it at one of their community yard sales -- after all, this is stuff that we haven't touched or even thought about in three and a half years. It's hardly essential to our lives. But there are lots of photos and memorabilia, and some of that we want to save.
One of the items we've left behind here is my beloved Borden Dairy milk crate, which my brother and I found in the woods near our house in Florida back in 1980 or so. I used it for decades as my laundry hamper. Now Dave's dad stores caulking guns in it. I don't intend to schlep it back to England, but it was nice to visit it.
I've found some good photo opportunities, even in suburbia, and I'm still hoping to get into Detroit proper at least once.
(Top photo: A Chinese restaurant near Dave's parents, Brownstown, MI.)