Summer is Far from lazy these days - Part II

The week after we were at Put-In-Bay with our  friends from Cowjam, we were scheduled to take three of J's ten grandchildren with us to the boat. This picture shows six of them:.

Three of these -  he calls them the 'S' kids since all three names begin with S - had contacted us about going sailing so we set a date and this was it.

J had to sing on Sunday night at home, so I prepared lots of food to satisfy these young men, two of whom are vegetarian, on our three day trip. We told them we would pick them up at 8:30, but it took us until 9 to get everything packed in and drive over. 

We had to take two vehicles because we planned to pick up the two kayaks we were buying from friends in Port Clinton and needed the truck for that. Good thing since we could not get five people, coolers and all of our stuff in one. I took two of the boys with me in the car and Seth, the youngest, rode with J in the pickup truck.

Sam, the 16-year-old went to sleep in the back seat, but Simon and I talked as we rode. They had all been to Beaver Island where they go to visit their Mom's family each summer. Simon has been playing guitar and singing on the streets in East Lansing this summer. He has a unique style, a great voice and has picked up some spending money this way. I was very curious because J has expressed interest in street performing from time to time.

We arrived at the boat, loaded up and set off for Put-In-Bay. We moored and took the water taxi in, telling the boys to look around and arranging to meet in a while for dinner. There are so many hamburger places there, but with two vegetarians, we decided to try something new and stopped in at the Old Forge Cafe and Creperie. The waitress said we were a caprese family when Sam, Simon and I ordered a caprese (tomato and mozzarella cheese) crepe, wrap and salad, respectively. Everything was wonderful!

Back on the boat, we hung out for a while in the cockpit, and Sam and Simon each played some songs and sang for us. 

Seth asked for paper so he could draw. 

After awhile, I went to the aft berth to read my book, only to fall asleep. I awoke to hear J and the boys talking. He was telling them stories and asking questions about their summer activities. Then the guitar came out again and I heard them playing all the Beatles songs they could come up with. I got up and added a few to the list. Then J and I sang some duets for them. How wonderful to have such talented young folks in the family!

Next morning, J cooked us a scrumptious breakfast on the propane stove. We had to wake the teenagers to eat - boy, can they sleep! Then we decided to sail back to Port Clinton, since the weather report was uncertain as it has been much of this summer. We took out time crossing back and forth to enjoy the wind in the sails and gradually made our way to the PC Yacht Club where we keep the boat. Seth and Sam went swimming in the pool - the lake has been pretty chilly this year. 

Dinner was spaghetti, cooked by J again since I am a little afraid of the open flame stove. We supplemented with the fruits and vegetables I had brought along. After the meal, the boys settled in with the popcorn J made them to watch Moonrise Kingdom, a quirky movie that we had seen the week before and brought along. 

Then we went to the hill looking over Lake Erie to launch a hot air balloon candle for each kid. We did not quite know how to do it, and the first one crashed onto the rocks only to rise after we looked away and sail off into the night sky. The second one failed miserably because of the high winds, but Sam and I went to the parking lot and managed to light the last one. It followed the first one, heading out towards Put-In-Bay as we all cheered.

Wednesday morning we had another great breakfast and headed home.  I hope the kids want to come sailing again next year. Maybe some of the others will come too.

                                                 

Summer Is Far From Lazy These Days - Part I

Summer has flown by - it always does since I started hanging out with J, my husband. He never slows down - too many things to do, places to go, people to see. It is all I can do to keep up sometimes. 

Summer accelerates even more - he has friends - and often work - in such fun places - Mackinac Island, Charlevoix, Put-In-Bay, Traverse City, Ludington, South Haven - the list goes on and on. I cannot stand to be left behind, but all this travel does not leave much time for writing blogs. It seems we are always getting ready to go away or getting back. 

So today, I just want to capture some of the fun things that have been happened during the last few weeks. Things have been hectic but fun. The weather has been unpredictable (the weather services sure have been having trouble) and a factor in our lives.

  We got down to our sailboat in Lake Erie a few times in May and June. It was pleasant with promise of warm, relaxing days to come.  In late June, it was in the nineties.

 We took J's parents to Mackinac Island with us for his annual gig at Horn's Gaslight Bar & Restaurant. He plays there every year around his birthday. This year the Sunday night show rocked when two different wedding parties arrived to continue their celebrations dancing to J's music.

In July, we drove up to Walloon Lake for an annual visit with old friends. Those few days the weather was very hot. We spent most of the time visiting, but could not resist floating in the water for a short while before we had to head back home.

On a recent weekend, my daughter arrived from Brooklyn, NY to visit and go sailing with us. But Charlie, the younger of my geriatric cats at 15 and a half, had a crisis that week and we had to cancel. 
  By the next weekend, Charlie had recovered enough to be left behind which was good since J was booked for a couple of shows at Mojito Bay in Put-In-Bay. Shortly before we were to go we realized that we had to get to Put-In-Bay early on Friday to make sure we got a mooring during the second weekend of the Christmas in July promotion.

We had arranged to join some friends on their pontoon boat here in town on Thursday night, but a new plan was needed. We talked it over and decided we could have a fine evening on the pontoon, race home, load the coolers and supplies and drive to Port Clinton where the boat is docked.

 So that is what we did. We arrived around midnight, stowed everything and set off for the island. By 3 a.m., we were anchored at the State Park on the south side of South Bass Island.

Waking up to this serene setting in the lovely sunlight did nothing to prepare me for the next few days. We had our coffee (J makes cappuccino on the propane stove), raised the anchor and sailed around to choose our mooring. The weather was lovely all day and perfect for J's show on Friday afternoon. I sat with friends from Port Clinton who came out to hear him, and sold a few of J's new CDs. After the show, we all had dinner at the Boardwalk before the ladies had to head home on the Jet (ferry). 

Saturday was pretty but cool. We took it easy, anticipating J's show on Sunday afternoon and the arrival of the friends we had invited to stay on the boat for the night afterwards. To make room, we moved all of the stuff laying around into the V berth so the couple we were expecting could sleep in the salon while we stayed in the aft cabin.

We were really surprised as the water taxi approached the next afternoon to see not two but four people arriving! We had invited them all, but somehow Jerry had misunderstood when one friend contacted him to say they were coming. They started handing up luggage and I wondered where we would put it all!
 
Turns out several pieces were coolers and blankets and pillows - which we were going to need. The weather had turned even cooler and no one would want to sleep in the cockpit, even with all the canvas up. After a little rearranging, we figured it all out and proceeded to have a wonderful visit. 

We did choose to move to a dock. The wind was blowing pretty hard, making it hard to sleep comfortably - and it was easier to get everyone in and out without depending on the water taxi. The docks had emptied out some - but many boats went out and came right back because of the weather so it was not easy to find a spot. 
 We ended up on B dock where out guests were thoroughly entertained watching the large number of Lake Erie Island water snakes who lived underneath. The snakes swim all around the boats and get up on swim platforms to sun themselves. I thought we were safe since we do not have a platform, until I rode my bike up the boat to find a 3 foot specimen on the dock. J kicked him off, but I was very wary after that. 

We had a great time taking our guests to see J at Mojito Bay, to various eating and drinking establishments, to watch our favorite Detroit band, the Killer Flamingos, at the Roundhouse and on a tour of the island.

When J offered to repair a speaker that was failing at Mojito Bay, the manager offered him another show since another performer had to cancel. Although it was a Tuesday night, there was a fun crowd at the Tiki Bar and Jerry had a blast teasing them while taking requests. We spent one more night at our mooring before heading home, tired but with lots of great memories to savor next winter!

My feline living companions, who bless me with their presence

I had the chance this weekend to reflect on the fact that our children grow up and move away, but pets stay in our lives. And they become such a part of our daily routine that we tend to forget how much they add to our existence.

We had a scare with Charlie, the younger of my two cats, at fifteen and a half, about 75 to 80 years old, according to the chart at my local veterinarian's office. My daughter happened to be here for the week and she asked why he was not talking to me as he usually does. I did not think much of it, just thought he had little to say. But how silly. Charlie always has lots to say, like "Let me go outside!" or "It's time for treats!" or "Pay attention to me."

Only when he refused afternoon treats, did I stop and think about it. I had not seen him eating or drinking all day, and he looked sad. Checking it out online, I discovered that lethargy and not eating could be very serious for cats, so I bundled him into the cat carrier and headed for the clinic at the local university to see what was up.

Of course, there was a rush in the pet emergency room, and since he was not obviously in danger, we had to wait. I had lots of time to reflect on our lives for the past 15 years.

I brought him home as a companion for Cinci who was mourning the loss of a canine companion we had to send away because he bonded with her, not us, and threatened to bite some young child who rushed up to see such a cute dog. (Yes, the puppy has a cast. She was very quick and got in the door when someone closed it. She healed in no time.)

 

Cinci, however, was not amused by this little ball of fur who purred continuously for the first two weeks. We quarantined him in the laundry room on the scrap of red blanket I had left from my college days that was used by every animal we ever had, and gradually she decided to tolerate him.

 





So Charlie became a full member of the family, and we all came to love his playfulness and his joy for life. He was the one who came out to greet visitors, chased the feral cat out of the back yard and hunted birds from his hiding place in a tree under the bird feeder. He tried it from the bird bath but that was not a very good vantage point.

We rescued many a feathered visitor that he caught on the edge of the feeder. After I moved, he caught a baby bunny in the woods behind the house and proudly brought it inside to show me.

 

Charlie is a hit with every member of the family and always spreads his attention around. He has been like a kitten until very recently. If we are playing with Cinci, he stands on the sidelines and tries to stay out of it, until he loses control and flies across the room to attack the toy of the day. Lately he has not been ready to play very often.



 

 

Charlie also loves to find new places to sleep. He appropriates shoe boxes and paper bags and never understands why he can not easily fit in them. He especially liked to climb inside with the cover closed and pretend we could not see him.



 



For the past few years, Charlie has been sleeping in a cat bed. Then I found a very soft, deeply padded one and brought it home. Cinci turned her nose up so Charlie switched to it and she occasionally took the old one. Until this winter when she suddenly took over his soft green bed. He kept walking around howling in complaint, pouted and finally jumped in my lap to demand I do something. After trips to two different Meijer stores, I finally located another bed and peace was restored.



All of these memories and many more flashed through my mind as I sat at the pet hospital waiting to hear about Charlie. He was restless but tired, letting me hold him like a baby and falling asleep in my lap - something that has not happened since he was a small kitten.

 

The vet examined him and announced he should spend the night, have a huge battery of tests and talked about finding tumors, infections or even cancer. I quietly asked about less drastic measures, and stating my intention to take him home with me that night. We agreed he would get an infusion of liquid under the skin, and give blood and urine samples. I would get a call the next day with the preliminary results.

 

I got up a few times during the night to check on Charlie. He slept soundly. Throughout the morning, I poured a little extra water over canned cat food and offered it to him as he lay there. He never got up but he licked the fluid and took a few small bites.

 

The vet called in the early afternoon saying his kidneys and liver numbers were okay, but he had elevated calcium, was anemic and had a high number of white blood cells. Must be some kind of infection or inflammation. I cancelled our travel plans for the next day and lay next to him on the floor, watching him sleep and silently shedding a few tears, steeling myself for what might come.

 

I offered him wet food and he kept eating a little. My daughter came back and commented that he looked sad. We agreed that he would not want to live like that - our crazy, loud-mouthed friend who used to tear around the house, dashing up and down the furniture before flying out of the room again. It was hard to recognize him in this silent, listless form.

 

Imagine our surprise when we followed him downstairs a little later to see him interact with Cinci and then loudly respond when we spoke to him. He seemed so much better. A moment later he was sprawled out stretching his back. Surely this was progress?

 

We went to our neighborhood vet this morning. In a few weeks, they are going to check Charlie's thyroid level so we can adjust the medicine. My focus for the next few months will be on helping  him gain weight. Which could be a challenge since Cinci is pretty big already and we will have to keep her out of Charlie's food. And he is still eating only the chicken broth that I pour on the cat food and leaving the rest. Oh, well. Off to the store for baby food. Maybe that will entice him.

 

My prayers were answered, at least for a while. Charlie seems happy and his personality is back! And I had a big reminder to count my blessings and savor each moment.







Back Sailing at Last!

We always intend to spend as much time as possible on the boat each season, but life gets in the way. So I was very excited to be heading out after not being on the water for three weeks. 

We already limit our time based on my husband J's work schedule. He sings regular shows each Sunday and Wednesday night, so this year we are driving down to Lake Erie on Monday and coming back on Wednesday. We have a couple of longer stays planned, but this is the routine for much of the summer.

 

This year, J joined the Board of his neighborhood association, so we have to miss one week in June and July so he can attend the meetings.

 

Last week, I was helping produce the annual awards ceremony at the local theatre where I serve on the Board and volunteer at everything from performing to selling tickets, to writing grants, etc. J was singing and DJing at a wedding the same night, so we went our separate ways. We are not good at that - still newlyweds, at heart - hopefully forever.

 

Then J took a couple of guy friends down to the boat for a few days, returning after I had left for a few days up North with the ladies from my USTA tennis team.  He says I misled him about when I was going, but I think he just was not listening when we discussed it. Now, after a weekend getting reacquainted, except when he left to work on one of the rental houses, we are at the boat. 

 

I was dreading it a little since J said the Mayflies arrived last week and were out in force while the men were here. They had to clean them out of the boat repeatedly and keep the

screen over the hatch.

 

I wanted to show you a picture and found a web site and Facebook page labeled The Mayflies of Lake Erie. This man is blowing dead mayflies off his deck on Pelee Island in Canada directly across Lake Erie from Port Clinton a few weeks ago.

 

We were pleasantly surprised to find things pretty clear at our yacht club - only a few bodies around to remind us of the swarms. Good timing for me!

 

The guys left without pumping out the "bladder" so J went to the marina to do that. Funny, before we bought Duchess, I never knew boats had bladders. At least it beats dumping the portable potty we had on the last boat! Going to the marina requires a trip through the drawbridge, which goes up every half hour, so some strategic timing is involved. You also have to watch out for the Jet - the ferry out to Put-In-Bay.

 

I was sending an email to my pet-care-giver since I discovered around Ann Arbor that I left my purse at home. Sounds Freudian, huh? Now I cannot drive, or pay for anything. Just hope I do not get carded trying to buy a drink...

 

When he gets backs, hopefully on the next half hour raising-of-the-drawbridge, we are sailing out to Kelley's Island. We love it there - fewer people than Put-in-Bay, but a great place to swim, hike, explore and kick back. 

 

Summer has arrived in force with 90 degree temps expected for the next few days, only cooling into the low 70's at night. We have a new air conditioner which worked great when we checked it out in May. But using it requires us to be docked and onshore power. At Kelley's we like to anchor in the bay. Should be interesting.

 

(Pause here. I did not finish during the trip. Now I am back home.)

 

We made it to Kelley's Island right at sundown. We sailed most of the way, but had to turn on the engine for the last part to try to get in before it was completely dark. We had dinner on the way - green salad with tomatoes, avocado, green onions and grilled salmon. We eat very well if we plan ahead. Lots of fruit for snacking and dessert - apples, nectarines, bananas, watermelon and pineapple, all so fresh. Yum!

We watched the night sky and listened to the evening sounds. J commented on the noisy frogs - we did not remember them being here before. We fluffed our pillows, pulled light blankets over us and settled in to sleep in the cockpit under the stars! 

I made it until about 3 in the morning when I felt rain drops. I retreated to the aft berth. J lasted longer but by morning he was inside too. 

 

The morning sky was a little iffy so we checked the marine weather station. First thing we heard was "All vessels seek safe harbor!" A storm was headed our way from Detroit with lightning, hail and heavy winds. The warning was going to last for the next 2 hours. We hauled up the anchor and headed for the nearby 15 minute loading dock and tied up for safety. 

There were four or five people fishing from the small cement dock and they were curious about our move. Imagine my surprise when we turned on the radio again to learn that the storm has dissipated and the warning was withdrawn. All in less than half an hour!

We had our coffee (J makes the best cappuccino ever with a stovetop pot on the propane stove each morning!) We hung out for a bit and decided to head back a day early since the weather report was iffy each day and J had to be back at work the next night. We sailed toward South Bass Island as long as we could, then turned directly into the wind and turned on the engine to make it back to our home port.  As usual, J had a great time at the helm.

 

Being back at the dock felt secure and the yacht club has a great bar. We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner and watched a movie before calling it a night. Next morning we took our time with coffee and fruit for breakfast. Then we checked on the old boat which is being stored on shore nearby, and headed for home. Another fun, unpredictable trip. I cannot wait to come back!

They're ba-a-a-c-k! Return of the Cicadas to my daughter's life!

I had never heard of cicadas, especially ones that only emerge every 17 years, until I moved to the Midwest. That is not to say they did not exist in my home state of South Carolina, but I had no experience with them.

We were visiting my husband's sister near Chicago, sometime during the 1990's, when I first saw a swarm of these noisy, rather scary bugs, and encountered the masses of dead bodies they leave behind. I remember checking our car before we left so as not to bring any of them back with us to Michigan. My son was fascinated with them - I think he wanted some as pets. Not so much enthusiasm from my young daughter.

Now fast forward to 2004. My daughter, KS, has graduated high school and been accepted to Miami University in Oxford, OH. She and one parent are invited to attend orientation, including a two-night stay in the dorms. (The young folks in one, parents in another - they were promoting self-reliance which I was all about, but some parents had not yet accepted.) At that point, it had been quite a few years since I stayed in a dorm, and I was a little apprehensive.

It was a real surprise when after we arrived on campus after two hundred and fifty plus-mile trip, I stepped out of the car and this rather large, ugly bug flew into my front tooth as I was talking. KS thought it was very funny, of course. We proceeded to register and get our room assignments. We dropped off her things at her dorm and went to find my room.

The room was on a corner with windows on two sides and three beds. We were checking it out when I discovered a cicada on KS's back. Now it was my turn to laugh and her turn to scream! She swore that she was changing colleges if these things were going to be there when she returned in the fall!

We spent the three days putting up with the infestation of cicadas. They were everywhere - millions in each tree you passed under, dead bodies in piles on the grass and sidewalks. There were separate meetings for the students and the parents, so I arrived at the cafeteria for lunches and dinners with a group of relative strangers. I remember laughing as we helped each other "shed" the ones that had attached themselves to our clothes before we went inside. At night, with open windows and no AC, it was a challenge to get to sleep. The mating calls rang out loudly long into the summer night. In the morning, there was only a brief lull before they started up again.

Despite the challenge of those first few days, KS went to Miami U., graduated and now resides in Brooklyn, NY. I had a good laugh a few weeks ago when she sent me a clipping about the emergence of the 17-year cicadas on the East Coast this spring. I wonder how she will fare with them in the city?

Watch out!

This Southern Belle and Manual Labor ...

I never thought Southern Belles were into manual labor. I certainly am not.

Oh, sure. We do some housework. Sometimes a lot. And some yard work - we call it gardening - much more gentile. I have shoveled and spread my share of bark around the yard, too. After all, I am tough - I lift weights at the gym. No problem, right?

When I got divorced, I was determined to do lots of things myself. I hung curtains (the rods were already up), I moved the furniture around, I hung pictures, I painted the furniture, I sprayed for bugs. I took care of basic home maintenance, right?

But I drew the line at power tools and propane - no grill for me. I was just not taking chances with blowing myself, and possibly others, up. Or maiming myself with a power drill. I traded a homemade dinner for a friend drilling the holes for the under shelf  CD player. Fair enough.

So it was a nice change to date, and then marry, a guy (JS) who handles the propane grill, the propane stove on the sailboat, and sundry macho chores around the house. I could do them, but he is good at it! And I do reward him for his labors ... in a wifely way. And I brought back lunch from Subway!

So imagine my surprise when I realized that there was so much work to do on our sailboat, Duchess, last weekend - and just the two of us to do it. If I did not help, it would take three or four times as long to prep the boat for launch. So much for reading, studying lines, learning some new songs - the weekend I had pictured.

Instead, I found myself on a ladder, scrubbing the hull. And not as easy as just scrubbing away. You have to make sure use one cloth to put on and take off the cleaner on the white stripe, and another set on the blue. Or it smears them all together. And makes a mess. To say nothing of what it does to my fingernails. Until I found rubber gloves to wear.

This job requires finesse while standing on a ladder applying pressure to a cleaning cloth over my head??? Are you kidding? But I did my part. And I went over those lines while I was at it.

JS, of course, did the heavy lifting - the larger and higher part of the boat. WITH A POWER TOOL! (See it there on the ground at the foot of the ladder.

 

 

Of course, he had to use finesse, too. But he has lots more experience at this than I do.

 

Together we pumped out the bilge (I did the pumping) and put up the main sail. It was my job to feed the grommets into the slot and straighten it all out. Then I lined it all up as it came down and tied it with straps and put on the sail cover. After a few seasons, I am pretty good at that. My balance has definitely improved, since it is easier to do all this while we are still coming into the dock.

 

He does the technical stuff - he knows how to charge the batteries, and check them. I just turn the switch on command.

 

Finally, I went through all the canvas pieces of the bimini and dodger to see which seams need reinforcing. My 75-year-old sewing machine will not handle these industrial seams so I wanted to take the bad pieces home to find someone to fix them. Then I did some domestic tasks - sweeping inside and out to get rid of the grime from winter storage.

 

I ran out of tasks I could do myself  before JS did. So I took the time to look over at Lake Erie. The boatyard is just across the street from the lake, and the stiff wind from the North had been chilling us all day despite the almost 70 degree day. But the view was amazing - a little hard to capture from the deck 15 feet up without falling off.

 

In two weeks, Duchess will be in the Lake, and we will begin another summer of sailing, hanging out with wonderful friends and enjoying the beauty of  the wind, water and wild life in the Lake Erie Islands.

 

I guess a little manual labor never hurt anyone. Thank you, JS, for introducing me to this wonderful world!



My reluctant activist husband

You have to know my husband (JS) to know how significant his actions for the last few weeks have been.

He is a musician - an artist with lots of ideas in his head for songs, lyrics, books, plays, stories. He just spends so much time making a living - he renovates and rents houses by day and sings and plays guitar at night - that he does not have time to express himself nearly as often as he would like. But he has lots of dreams and someday ...

Lately his days have become even busier since he decided to try a strategy of making videos of his songs - both covers and originals - and put them on Youtube. He bought cameras and a recording machine. He designs the videos, sets some cameras on tripods and puts me in my hands. Then he spend over 20 hours on average editing the sound and video to get them as good as possible without hiring professionals.

In addition, we have both spent hours trying to understand the dynamics of online videos and social media and how you can influence the number of people you reach. It is not easy and it seems to be a moving target, changing all the time.

So it is amazing to me that when a political issue arose in the town where he lives, JS felt it was his duty to respond.

You have to understand that this is a guy who hates to read the newspaper or listen to the news. He does not want to know all the bad things going on in the world on which he cannot have an effect. He always says that those things drive him crazy.

But if there is a situation where he can have a positive impact, he is the first one in line, whether it is loaning money to an old friend who is in jail, or helping  someone who is down on their luck. He does it without an expectation of being paid back. And he is usually right. But he still does it.

So I was very surprised to walk in a few weeks ago to find JS studying a map and some documents that arrived by certified mail from the city planning office. He lives in a college town and for years the city has been trying to balance the needs of the year-round residents and the thousands of students who rent houses near the university.

One way to limit the conflicts has been to pass ordinances limiting the number of unrelated people that can live in areas zoned for single family residences. Of course, when the new rules were passed, there were a number of places that were grandfathered in to the old rules. They could continue to rent the houses but were prohibited from making any structural changes. Over time, the idea was that the concentrations of students would be reduced to a level that promoted more harmony with the local families.

Now, some landlords are asking for exceptions to the rules, and there is a draft of a plan that would essentially move more students into the area in which my husband lives. None of the single family home owners realized this was happening until the certified mail came. JS went to a work session of the city council, spoke against the plan and came home worried that it was going to be passed rapidly as a "pilot," targeted at his neighborhood.

JS started calling neighbors and knocking on doors, looking up details about the plan, emailing copies to the people who were interested. He got the notice of the neighborhood council and was asked to join. He hesitated, afraid that he would be working or traveling during the meetings. But he prepared to speak once again at next work session of the City Council where this topic was to be discussed.

The night before the meeting, we sat and talked about his part in all this.JS was really struggling. "I just want to be an artist," he said. "I wish I could ignore this, but I just can't."

I hoped a good night's sleep would make him more positive about the meeting, but he awoke filled with anxiety. It was another packed day, too. He had agreed to be in a student film for a young man he met while singing at a local bar, and we had friends coming into town for lunch at his house. (I could have made lunch, but he wanted to make tomato bisque and cheese sandwiches on his homemade bread.) After all that, and handling some day to day demands, he only had a short time to rest and get ready for the meeting.

This time, I was going along to watch and be supportive, even though, legally I live in the township, not the city and have no say in the issue officially. We entered the court room where the work session was going on, and JS put his name in to speak.

Once they got to the topic we were interested in, the council members discussed the options on the table - 1) Do nothing, leave things as they were, 2) Do the pilot project (which was not well defined), or 3) study these issues as part of the update to the Comprehensive Plan which was already in progress. After a few minutes, the Mayor started calling the people who had applied to speak.

There were several others who spoke strongly against rushing things without more input from the community - essentially suggesting adoption of option 3. Two of the strongest speakers were neighbors who had been in the area for over 30 years. They would not have come to make their case without the calls that my husband made.

Then it was his turn. JS walked up and announced that he had questions to ask first. The council members all looked stricken and the mayor explained that the format did not allow for debate, just a statement. So he carefully turned those issues around and made a strong case for allowng the market to adjust naturally instead of letting the landlords change longstanding rules designed to promote harmony in the neighborhoods. He spoke as a landlord and a resident and seemed to make points with the council.

After a few more speakers, including one landlord, the council went back into discussion mode. One by one the council members expressed their thoughts. It became clear that they did not want the public to think they rushed through the changes, even though several wanted to find ways to incent the landlords to continue to invest in the city.

When it was over, we were surprised to find that the battle was done. Nothing is going to happen in the immediate future. But the war is still on the horizon.

I wonder how this reluctant warrior will face that challenge. I have faith he will do the right thing. No matter how crazy it makes him. I like his kind of crazy.