‎63 Years of Memories....

‎63 Years of Memories....
that's what I have now. The photo below shows the chair on the point which for so many years was my father's favorite after-supper place to contemplate and cast for walleye. As much as I feel guilty about what's happened, I know he would understand and even say there's nothing to forgive. He lived life fully and moved on many times. I'm the one with the unique experience of being attached to a beautiful place for my whole life. And despite all my best efforts, yesterday the 'cabin' was sold. I signed the papers and, truth be told, a weight was lifted. A new life lies ahead without the obligations, but with all of the wonderful memories. My unrelentingly positive attitude says this is truly how it is, but my heart is still sad.

There are some things in life for which the balance between the obligation and the joy of ownership often cannot be sustained forever. It became clear that I was no longer up to the task of taking care of the place quite a while back. However, knowing what needs to be done and doing it are often far apart. Finally, no choice was left. It had to be sold.

Now it's gone. No more worrying about how long the grass or how deep the snow is up there. No more sublimely pleasurable early morning cups of coffee sitting on the dock when the color of the lake is like pale blue glass and the air is completely still. No more endless repairs, high taxes, and utility bills. No more late nights around the fire pit with friends and family - warm from both fire and friendship. No more frozen pipes or emergency calls to the furnace guys. No more saunas and midnight skinny dipping that make you feel like you'll live forever while your connection with nature is confirmed by the gazillion stars of the milky way and the loons calling out in the dark. No more concerns with low well water levels or water so hard and full of iron the clothes turn yellow and your newly washed hair feels like brillo. No more finding the way home by boat in the dark after a long day on the lake feeling like this is the only place you really, really belong. No more praying that the boathouse will make it another year without collapsing. And ultimately, no more making new memories with friends, family and loved ones. No new memories, that is, at Half Bay, Lake Vermilion, Tower, MN. New life... here we come!

How do you thank a place for memories?

Friday, March 31, 2006

Lions and Tigers and Mortars, Oh, My!

Top of the morning to you all!
I was thinking about mortars and what kind of jokes to make but it's NOT funny! Mortars are NOT a good thing! But since I'm not in control of that I won't worry about them - so don't worry that I'm worrying :) Just don't let them get any closer!!!! Hope by the time you read this you're feeling better, Bert. Did you find the little sore throat patches I stuck in the last box. Do you have access to OTC drugs and remedies or should I send you some? It's inevitable you'll have some illness during the year.

As for the stock market / gravity thing...And this goes for everyone reading this...
IF A THING SOUNDS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE - IT PROBABLY IS!
Take this not as an old adage but as a daily working principle from someone who saw more scams in one year (at the BBB) than Bill saw tomatoes (at Campbell Soup)!

Britta! Extra cool! (and lots more enthusiastic superlatives here) about winning the Gran Prix AND taking 4th the very next day! WOW!

So, I had an exciting day yesterday. Did something I've never done before. I testified before a MN Senate Committee and I did good! Spoke loud and clear and got my points across. I gave a different perspective than all the bankers who testified. This had to do with a bill that Bob Olson has written to get MN to guarantee loans on wind turbines.

Anyway, gotta run off to work.
Hugs and love, Mom
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