A week ago we went to the Printer's Ball.  We saw some buttons on chairs...

a working letterpress (i got to run a sheet through the machine once the inebriated loud girl finally got out of the way so others could print), bookmaking, lots of local small press books and magazines (including scores of journals and anthologies filled with lame poetry), had some great peach beer from Missouri, and saw the IcyDemons.

You can only see the back of his head in this picture, but Shannon says that the lead singer has a lot of teeth.

On the way home from Michigan we stopped at the Arts Center in Buchanan.  The old ladies who run the place talked to us for over an hour about horses and ceramics and roxanne (who was allowed to come inside when one of the ladies saw us tying her to a tree outside) and horses and sculpture and other dogs and horses.  These bugs were done by local kids in a weekend workshop thing.

Another cafe, this one in Niles, MI

some cafe in Berrien Springs, MI

I had a pecan waffle.  Our waitress said the pecans were fresh, whatever that means.  It was also her birthday so I arranged all our dishes and the table condiments in a nice pattern that she would find after we left.  Sadly I didn't take a picture of my masterpiece.

A week ago we spent a couple days at a cabin in SW MIchigan.

The road to the cabin:

The cabin:

The swing in the front yard:

The fire pit:

A turkey:

The Roxanne ride:

doorstops

Today Kyle has been taking doorstops to fantastic new heights and riffing on books (some of them doorstops of a sort, some great, most somewhere in between).  You should see what he's been up to.  Once he adds some photos, you can. 



P. S.  This is really me (Shannon) posting again.  So those who were worrying that Kyle had become rather big-headed and was referring to himself in the third person, stop worrying.  He's fine.  Well, I think he's amazing, actually.

Ode to picking peaches in Michigan

We pick fine peaches, we pick very fine peaches,
We stretches our arms to pick the peaches we reaches,
For our arms are all long and the peaches hang low,
So we reach heaps of flaming-fine peaches, you know,
And we takes the peaches we reaches to fine Michigan beaches...
Then we eat them.