Tapps plays on Mackinac Island every evening at 10pm; Reveille at 10am. A siren blows at noon. Not military normal I suspect but a nice punctuation to the day.
I rented a bicycle this morning; $5 an hour. I was refunded $2 when I returned it because it took considerable less than an hour to encircle the Island's 8.2 miles. It was very flat, very beautiful and more than 5 thousand feet lower in altitude than where I never ride a bicycle back in Albuquerque.
Tonight is our last night here. The Island's history and culture have begun to grow on me. I've even begun to resent the "dailies" - the name I've given to those crowds who come to spend the sunlight hours, crowd the streets, make their noise. I am a resident now. ...well, for one more night.
If I could, retirement might be like this - living in a different "home" for a short period, then moving on. I get a little taste of the customs of the area. They smoke cigarettes here more than back in NM, and with less shame. Almost no vaping. I often assume people are more thoughtful and polite than where I live most of the time. But, I don't find that necessarily to be true.
Twice today I walked out of the room without my phone. I forgot to put on my cross at all - the cross I wear every. single. day. It wasn't a "statement". I just forgot. Still, I've had dreams about "worship", but maybe the punctuation to my days will change for this season.
I could have stayed a little longer.
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