Old Friends and New!

Hello Blog readers!  I'm sorry for the delay in posts.  It seems my existence here in da Harbor is a little more demanding than I thought.  I love my job at the fort and everyday I try to add some new material to my performance.  I learned quite a few Civil War songs, now it's on to more tall tales from 1870.  I also have written a script for some evening tours, and I must say I'm quite pleased with it (didn't I say I was going to write in Copper Harbor?).

Mr D came and visited me, and of course he took up my attention as he always does.  He seems full of kindness and love, and I felt blessed to spend some time with him.  Though we are facing some complications, it's always good to know that you have a trusted companion who knows your faults and loves you anyway.

My roommate and I have quite the system for chores around the sauna in which we live.  We alternate doing laundry once a week and plan out our meals together so that we can grocery shop and split the costs.  Yes, that's right I have been planning what I eat more than a week a head of time.  I have never been so organized in my life.  E certainly has made a new woman of me.  Of course, I've had my effects on her as well.  I have her on an exercise regiment.  Of course we always reward ourselves with ice cream so I'm not certain how useful it really is!

In short I miss my friends and family everywhere else and wish they would come and visit, but, like always, my friends here are becoming so close and dear to me, I can hardly imagine a different existence.

Tea with Mrs Muller

Yes ladies and gentlemen the moment you have waited for has finally arrived.  I have started my job as the Second Lieutenant's wife at Fort Wilkins in Copper Harbor Michigan.  I spent a week intensely studying material with my co-workers.  I can't say I'm an expert on the Civil War or even Ft Wilkins at this point, but I'm learning.

Yesterday was my first day to entertain guests in my parlor.  The entire experience was amazing.  I get to wear an amazing costume (pictures coming soon) complete with parasol and purse accessories.  I then chat with guests, knit, promenade, and explain what certain artifacts were used for.  I can't believe they are paying me to do this.  Hell, I've been doing this sort of thing in my backyard since I was 5.  They really want me to work in some Shakespeare.  I dignified lady like myself would be familiar with it, but I can't seem to figure out how to do that just yet, perhaps with some time.

I have also been exploring the area quite a bit.  I've been to Hunter's Point and Horse Shoe Harbor.  I've been swimming in Lake Fanny Hoe, and bike ridding all over the Harbor.  Oh, and I can't forget Brockway Mountain that not only supplies me with a wonderful view, but also is the closest point to get cell phone reception.  Yes, that's right, no cell phones.

I've also become quite creative cooking meals in the microwave and on a hot plate.  My friends have become fans of my tacos, and when all else fails Lynn, my land lady, invites us to dinner.  I am having a blast here in the Harbor besides the fact that I am missing several Detrioters and New Yorkers.  Hopefully some of you will make it to the top of the world soon.

In Da Harbor

Jeremy and I departed from Detroit on Friday morning after jam packing my mother's Ford Focus with as many possessions as possible, and filling up on far too much caffeine.  Everything was going wonderfully, we crossed the bridge and were making excellent time, chatting and singing to the radio the whole time.  At a certain point we disagreed about the lyrics to a certain song.  We listened intently to the radio to hear who was correct when out of no where a large demon bird (some say it was a turkey vulture, but it could not have been a real animal) swooped in straight towards my windshield.  Apparently the demon bird was on a suicide mission.  Jeremy swerved while I went into the fetal position.  The demon bird left my right mirror hanging on the side of my vehicle.  We tossed into the passenger window, and stuffed a pillow in the open gap of the widow as we drove through a down pour.  

We made it to a gas station where a mechanic took off the mirror, and made it back on the road.  Needless to say Jeremy didn't drive the rest of the way.  After getting lost, asking direction at a creepy hotel, getting a speeding ticket, and admiring odd billboards for fudge, we finally got to Marquette.  I dropped Jeremy off at his boyfriend's house, and began driving the longest three hours of my life.  As I drove I called George over and over, who kept assuring me that I hadn't hit Houghten yet and had certain not gotten close to Calumet.  At a certain point it was decided that I would crash with him for the night.  Perhaps it was the crazy sound in my voice, or my terrible driving record, but regardless I'm glad I stopped driving.  I don't think I would've made it.  After a few beers, George and I realized that we were locked into his apartment.  This was odd because neither of us had locked the door.  According to George's dad his place is haunted.  We called our boss to come and get us out.  He failed at turning the knob, and broke George's key in the lock after we tossed it down to him through the window.  Finally, George's dad came and opened up an alternate exit, leaving us with a spare key.  

After such an exciting day, it was good to unpack yesterday in my tiny sauna room, and wander around the "town" of Copper Harbor.  It is one of the most beautiful place I have ever been.  It is also the most desolate.  I am looking forward to starting work at the fort, and having more adventures to share.

For the First Time I Feel.... Wicked

In the latest breaking news, my hair is green. No, I haven't suddenly decided to embrace my inner punk (I'm sure she's hiding deep down somewhere). I simply took a dip in a hot tub with Mr. D. I never thought I would see the day. You see, Mr. D. is a kind, considerate, and "very appropriate" Christian young man. I was shocked that he would even consider jumping into a tub of warm liquid with a scantly clad Cermak, alone, late at night. There was a serious debate between the hot tub and getting some ice cream, but I kept insisting that I wasn't hungry at all. Needless to say we had a fun, yet "very appropriate" time in the hot tub (which is actually in the apartment complex that my sister lives in. She was luckily out of town). It wasn't until much later in the evening that Mr. D. noticed that the ends of my hair were green. "Oh", I said, " It will probably come out with shampoo". Three washes later it has not come out. I am beginning to think that it might actually might be God's punishment for seducing a perfectly nice young man into a hot tub. I called my salon and they suggested that I wash my hair in tomato paste. It better work! I learned my lesson God just take the green away!

The Same Ol' Fried Goodness

The time will come when you realize that you have gotten older, that you are sincerely changed, perhaps for better, but never the less changed forever. You are no longer your carefree young self. For me this realization came last night, the form of onion rings.

Now, I have not exactly been the pillar of health these last few months, many of you will remember my brush with death. But, I saw that as an isolated instance. Something that I would recover from and leap directly back into my youth. Needless to say I have been taking good care of myself. This includes and extended stay at my parents condo, plenty of yoga, and eating fairly well.

As I sat in Cass Cafe with Mr. D. I thought nothing of ordering their famous lentil burger and onion rings. Hell, I remember eating "The Love Basket" (consisting of only fries and onion rings) for dinner several nights after WSU shows. It was not long after I gobbled the greasy food that I had an upset stomach. We took a long walk to the Fisher building, and then sipped on Ice Tea, but the issue only got worse. I found myself in a CVS parking lot in the middle of Detroit with D running in to get me medicine. I knew he had to get home, but just like the good old days, his main concern was that I was okay (a novelty I must admit I took for granted as a teen). Once I successfully convinced him that I could make the journey to Shelby Township without his assistance we parted ways. Though, he was rather reluctant to let me drive myself.

I jumped on I 94 and with minutes, I was pulled over to the side of the highway vomiting with great conviction. Stupid onion rings! It was at that moment that I realized that I hadn't really eaten fries since February, and that this could possibly be the cause of my body's rebellion. For a moment I morned for the loss of my iron stomach, but that was only a brief distraction to the joy that I experienced at Mr. D's continued loyalty. Whatever happens it's nice to know that true, sincere love won't betray you the same way your digestive system will.