A friend in Indian Village invited me to the Home and Garden Tour in her neighborhood via Facebook.  Curious about one of the most beautiful neighborhoods in the city, I Goodsearched (vs. Googled) the event.  The website is just as lovely as the neighborhood.  I have never ran across men’s and women’s clubs in neighborhoods until late.  I don’t think the Riverfront Towers – where I live – has such a thing.

The Men’s and Women’s Garden Clubs in Indian Village look like they are contributing to their neighborhood and city through discussions, volunteering, and scholarships.   I love especially the people who have contributed their names and history with the neighborhood as “Realty Resources.” 

I don’t know that I could trade my life sans lawnmower for a home, but I do love attending parties at the beautiful old homes.    

If I were to break the Riverfront Towers into the 6 most important tabs they would probably include:

–          Delicious pizza from the Signature Grille

–          Deliciously impossible soups from the Signature Market

–          Amazing Riverfront Festivities (Red Bull Air Races, Boat Races, Fireworks, Marina Boat decorating party)

–          Thursday night Karaoke (beware, there is some serious talent – clearly I am not singing) at the signature bar and grille

–          The cutest puppy watching

–          The covered access to the People Mover

Not very concise, but it is hard to be short with the things you love.

Live music is such an amazing part of Detroit life.  Most of the acts that I go to see are at the Magic Stick.  The Detroit Wig Out is on June 12^th and the Hootenanny version is on the 13^th.  Here is an opportunity, yet again, to experience some good music as well as the added bonus of living out a lifelong dream: being a red head.  I have always had an overwhelming desire to be a red head, which I attribute to my childhood admiration of the Little Mermaid and Anne of Green Gables.  I once dyed the tips of my hair, but never had the nerve to go all the way and have to explain why an Indian girl decided red was her colour.  I am trying to decide if I want to go Saturday night or borrow my niece and go for the Wig Out Hootenanny on Sunday.  Either way, I need to locate a red wig.  I have always wondered about the wig shop on Woodward, downtown, I may start there.

I love my new toy: a Boost Mobile Blackberry, from which I am blogging right now. I love being connected for $60/month vs. $120. I have been with Boost for almost a year now and I am so thrilled Blackberry is on board.

It was a canvas bag that inspired me to fill out my Census Form, well that was what planted the seed.  I participated in a charity fundraiser walk where Census volunteers were handing out reusable Census 2010 grocery bags.  Then the little white cards started coming in the mail.  Finally, the Census Form arrived looking plump and daunting.  A friend mentioned how the excess space would only be required if you had 12 members in your family.  The comedians at the show at Bakers a couple of weeks back also encouraged all of us to fill out our forms with all of our family members to ensure that Detroit receives the funding it is entitled to.  Yesterday, when I went to pick up the mail and the mailbox area was strewn with Census forms.  I was upset to think that the residents in my building didn’t care until I opened my own box and saw two more Census forms staring at me.  Per the Census website, you are only supposed to fill in the form which contains the correct address.  I had to take it a step forward and mailed back the blank triplicate forms with a note indicating that these were not the correct address.  I wonder how many other people this has happened to.

I am in love with a Detroit Grocery Store: Aldi. http://www.aldifoods.com/

Well it is actually an international grocery store chain; however, two locations exist in Detroit proper and many in the Metro area. I would be so bold as to say that Aldi changed my life in actually making eating well a financial possibility. It is hard enough to make ends meet and food isn’t something that you can easily cut down on – I tried.

I usually frequent the Aldi at Mack and Alter – their staff is the most fun and friendly – or the one in Highland Park. The food at Aldi is delicious, includes some hard to find imports, the stores are clean, food is cheap, and Aldi offers a no-nonsense shopping experience. There are very few shelving units and not too many choices. Most of the food is stored in their original shipping containers. This makes getting in and out of the store with all you need about the same time as it would take to cross a parking lot at a superstore. It is environmentally conscious in that you may use empty containers to carry your food out, they charge for paper and plastic bags so you are more likely to bring your reusable bags with you to the grocery store.

I really hope that they open one in downtown Detroit very soon.

A couple of Halloweens ago, I decided to join Weight Watchers through a program at work. It was the best thing I ever did for myself. The system, the meetings, the support – all great. I was convinced I would never be one of the “second-time-rounds.”

Here I am, two years later, on the second time around. I stopped my initial meetings because they were cancelled at my office. I now work at home downtown and am so very happy to have started up again at the Weight Watchers in the Harbortown Plaza.

Apologies to all Detroit Restaurants – I am the one who orders nothing and eats off my husband’s plate. I do make up for it in tips.

For the past few weeks I have been attending Marygrove College as a Continuing Education student. I have blogged about how much I love the architecture and cultural events that take place there, and now I have even more to add to that list. I am taking an Interdisciplinary Seminar class on Costa Rica, where we are studying the history, culture, geography, and environment of Costa Rica. We will be doing a 10 day trip in March, after which we apply our first hand experience to the research that we have been conducting prior to the trip. I did my undergrad at the University of Western Ontario and grad school at Wayne State – during this time, the factor of “class size” meant nothing to me, so classes ranging from 50 to 600 people were just fine and normal to me. Now, I could not think of a better experience than my 11 person class – with two professors – at Marygrove.

He clanked down the sidewalk beside East Grand Blvd. His armor was handcrafted from discarded urban debris. As he spotted me he left the sidewalk and began to walk down the middle of the street muttering to himself in a charming schizophrenic way. His hands had blades jutting out between the knuckles. Some looked fake, like tin foil wrapped around plastic, but one was a hefty metal shank.

I have been doing Yoga on and off at the Boll YMCA for the past three years now. I remember when I took my first yoga class, it was during a yoga course I took through Wayne State. The class was held at a run of the mill college gym. I thought it a very un-inspirational place to partake in such a spiritual practice; however, I was hooked after the very first class. I remember looking in the mirror and not seeing myself, but seeing Indian classical dancers I had grown up watching. I also remember how determined I was to hold and strike poses despite excruciating pain. Today, I also practice in a gym, but a lovely one at the YMCA with a city view; however, I also now know that fancy surroundings are not what make a yoga practice. Tuesday nights are very calming, spiritual, and you are eased into some intense poses you never thought you could make. Tuesdays and Thursdays at lunch are torturously athletic, mat drenching, and I lose all sight of the spirituality until I reach the end and am shocked that I survived. I love my Detroit Yoga and I love everyone who makes it out each week to share both the spiritual and the athletic.

I never thought that I would be celebrating 2010 in Detroit. I actually rang in the new year in Florence, Italy this year on my honeymoon. I was very happy after a backpacking whirlwind honeymoon to come back home to the D. Eating delicious cheese and bread and sipping on lovely European cappuccino for two weeks really makes you appreciate places like J. Hirt in Eastern Market or Avalon in Midtown.