One weekend we were staying in Houghton/Hancock, MI
for the weekend.
It is some of God’s beautiful country-
where Lake Superior meets the land with a crash and a bang.
It has been scarred by copper mines and has that wind-swept desperate quality that grabs hold of the emotions.
The landscape is somewhat surreal,
like nothing else I have ever seen in my travels.
We got there late in the evening
and we were HUNGRY ~
(remember the hungry part as it plays an important part in this story).
A few blocks away from where we were staying was a wonderful little restaurant, perched on the street above the river.
It is called The Library.
I do believe it was a big, old beautiful library at one time.
Right now it is a somewhat eclectic eatery that offers both casual and fine dining.
We were seated in one of the booths that overlooks the river.
A few tables away sat a woman with outrageously red hair.
You know the kind~
not the kind that nature blessed someone with~
it’s the kind that can only come out of a bottle-
a bad, bad bottle.
To top matters off,
she did not look like the red-head type-
You know-the pearly translucent skin
& light eyes-
that somewhat delicate look that red-heads
seem to maintain their whole life.
No-she was a bottle job-
and had the most pasty white skin
and dark eyes I have ever seen.
Picture the Snow Queen
with beet-orange colored hair.
I am trying NOT to stare
when I notice MyHero has his eyes glued on their table.
"Stop staring", I whispered.
"I can’t help it", he said. "Boy! She doesn’t look good!" (No kidding?)...
He continued, "Geez! I would hate to be stuck on a desert island with her."
"Don’t worry about it", I tell him, "we aren’t boating this weekend".
He says-"IF we were all stuck on a desert island together she would be the first one we ate!".
WHAT? WHAT?
What is WRONG with you?
"Well, I’m just saying,
she doesn’t look like she would be able to do any work or anything
and we’d probably need food!"
Lord love us-WHAT kind of a mind jumps
from dinner at The Library
to eating one of its patrons?
By the time our dinners had been set before us I had lost my appetite.
PS- Please don't eat the baby~
12 comments:
LOL...that's just too funny...and this is coming from an original redhead, not one of the "out of the bottle beet red" types. Thank heavens...I'd be worried about who was going to "invite me to dinner". LOL. This was a fun way to start the day. And a good reminder as to why I don't dye my hair red. I just let it go natural and it's now kind of a mousy brownish reddish wanting to turn white kind of red. LOL. I don't think I'm in any danger of being eaten for dinner, I hope. LOL.
...I've invested in stocks for many years and kick myself for buying into hair dye companies. So many women either want to make a statement or refuse to let gray hairs creep in!
I should know better than be drinking coffee at the same time I'm reading your blog...LOLOLOL
Omg...tjhat poor bottle redhead doesn't appreciate what fate saved her from...LOLOL
hugs
Donna
my standard comment for things like this, even the talking heads on TV when they do something odd, is Doesn't she have a mirror? I have to be Truthful, I have never thought of a desert island OR eating the person.... but then I often wonder what others are thinking when they look at ME.
Oh, Diana, who DOESN'T have stray thoughts of cannibalism from time to time?
WHEN MEN ARE HANGRY! This is so funny.
Oh Dianna! You do have a way with a story!
I truly hope your appetite returned and you could enjoy your meal! I can’t believe John said that! Besides, I heard red heads are tough! Debbie W
lololol. Really great story telling. The first one you'd eat. OMG!
HEAR! HEAR! And the BULWER-LYTTON PRIZE for literature goes to Nana's imaginative husband!!! I'm CACKLING here, and so proud of your hubby (who sounds for all the world like MINE for fertile imaginings and no filter attached).
And I imagine myself that you took it with your accustomed grain of salt (seeings as you were at lunch and all and a shaker handy), and filed it for telling ad infinitum. I'm gonna tell it, you bet.
Experience with experimental story lines abounded in this house, and we swapped great tales of swash and buckle (he was in the Navy for three years) and we leaned more to "lost at sea in a boat" than the island settings, where at least you could get wood for a fire.
And we experimented with ALL those "She came to the castle, little knowing that . . . " just laughing our socks off. Brontes and Shelleys were spinning, I'm sure, and they could all have welcomed YOUR turn of a descriptive phrase---I'm seeing all that impossible hair and smelling the old Norell. You genius young folks DO Beat All.
Oh goodness! Whew! xoxo Dolly
This post was so different than what I thought it would be, but it does have a funny side to it. Funny in that your husband even thought to say such a thing.
This is just great. I love it -- because sometimes you just want to eat the patrons. Or at least never be on an island with them. I love it and I love him for saying it. I haven't been to Houghton-Hancock since college. Wish I'd known that place, though in college -- well, we'd probably had enough of libraries!
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