Welcome to Summer in Muskegon! What a beautiful season! The weather is warm (never unpleasantly so, on account of the lake) and the skies are blue and sunny. The nights are endless. The sunsets into the lake, spectacular.

Mom and Dad Rinsema were out for the weekend. We went blueberry picking with them (this part of Michigan, with its sandy soil and moderate temps, grows massive quanities of deliciously voluptuous blueberries). We ended up with mountains of the little blue balls, which are now drying on several towels on our kitchen floor, requiring us to perform extreme sport manuevers when we need a glass of water. We've made two blueberry pies already and planning on making a third for get together we have tomorrow night. Needless to say, we have had blue tongues and teeth for the past two days and are speculating this to be a permanent condition for the months of July and August, and quite possibly September. But YUMMY! We are enjoying them!

We had a grand ol' time picking, eating, and occasionally lobbing blueberries at each other across the rows. Of course, my dad never knows where to stop the shenanigans. He took it from the funny—lobbing blueberries and watching them bounce off the head of your target—to the disgusting—casually walking past one of us unsuspecting pickers, pulling at the waist band of our pants, and dropping a few blue treats. At this point, we decided it was time to go. Don't know if it was the hot sun or the cumulative effect of all that pesticide which covered the countless blue balls we popped into our mouths between picks, but by the end all of us were quite giddy.

So that is life in Michigan right now. Pleasant, wholesome times steeped in family values.