It occurred to me today as I walked the dogs today that just like 6 years ago, give or take a month and half or so, I changed towns and wandered into the city that will be my home for who knows how long on the shirt tails of a good blow.
This is Roselle Park in Ada to the North East of Grand Rapids. We stumbled on it as we house hunted yesterday afternoon. You can see the coal grey clouds with another batch of snow moving in on us to the north.
So, while running around today walking dogs, and finding a yarn shop I decided I had to run my car by a car wash. She is a little jiggly in the front end and smelly when she warms up. I think it is just all the road grime thrown up under her on the tow here. While at the car wash spraying my car off the wind came up, pushed a cold front in and dropped the temp 10 degrees on me. I feel like I frostbit my hand and the technicolor soaps and detergents froze to my white car. Because I don't look gay enough driving a Kia Soul, it now has day-glo yellow, pink, and blue smudges across it. I think I need to go find an automated car wash here in a few she I hit a grocery store for dinner.
We also found a little mountain biking park that the we romped the kids through the snow banks on Saturday. Shiela was the trooper she ever is. At the end she was dragging butt and her left rear leg seemed to always fall into the post holes prior traffic left (The Guy and The Boys). But, it was exactly what we needed.