About halfway through our trip, I got a call from my credit card company. Someone somewhere had hacked my credit card and was running up mail order charges on it, so it had to be cancelled and replaced. The new card would be waiting when we get home. We didn't want to risk using my other credit card that has the automated toll collection transponder on it (we hate to sit in lines on toll roads), so we used my wife's credit card, which had nothing else connected to it. This was the beginning of a lot of fun (at least for me) - and confusion for the clerks at stores.
I had to change the credit card I used to pay for our hotel reservations. This was not a problem. They accepted the one with my wife's name on it, from me. I'm not sure what they were thinking when they saw the "other" female name. My wife was always nearby, but they didn't ask to talk to her. And the clerks said "thank you, Ma'am" as I finished with the changes. This happened several times, till we got home.
We went into a restaurant for dinner one night, and the twentysomething waitress was doing the "no gender-specific form of address shuffle." I was in a stirrup pants outfit with my purse, etc.. But I wasn't disguising my voice. When it was time to pay the bill, she asked "one check or two?" "One, please" was my response. When it came, I handed her the credit card in my wife's name. The waitress returned with the credit card slip, and left the table. My wife signed it, and when the waitress came back, I handed the signed bill back to the girl. Who looked at it, looked at me, then my wife, and gave us a cheery "Have a nice evening, ladies." This happened a lot, and I loved it!
In conversation later that evening I jokingly said "I guess we're confusing a few people as to whether I'm a boy or girl." She raised her eyebrows, and said: "A few? More like a lot. Just about everyone." She apparently took it in stride. Amazing...but I won't read too much into it. I don't think she's ready for me to wear skirts in public. Someday, I hope.
While we were in Michigan, a crowned tooth broke off, way below the gum line. A couple days ago, when I visited my dentist, he told me that it's so badly damaged, it has to be pulled. I got an appointment for next week with the oral surgeon. And I still need to get the daily driver aligned - it pulls to the left on the road. It only takes a moment to end up in the opposite lane. Not a good thing.
Before long we plan to go visit the kids and our granddaughter. She's growing, and beginning to talk. We're anxious to see her again!
For now, I'll leave you with a couple more pictures from the trip. Following is one of the "mushroom houses of Charlevoix, MI": Their style is fascinating...
A very unique design, to say the least!
Do you enjoy an occasional beer? "Hops" is an ingredient... Ever wondered how they're grown? We came across a hops farm:
I'm told the outer fence is to keep the deer away...they like to nibble!
And lastly, a spectacular sunset from our hotel room on the trip home:
It was incredibly beautiful to watch the sky progress from flaming oranges and deep blues, into eventual darkness! (Are those streaks in the sky "crepuscular rays?)
Another wonderful trip!
Another wonderful trip!
That's all for now,