O.K.
Greetings groups.
I am a little slow getting on here because I've been password challenged. But, I've read the blog everyday and now I'm here.
"The infantry just show up. With like four hundred dudes. That is definately thier MO."
They do travel in big groups.
Sounds like everyone's happy, healthy and too busy to get in trouble? Or, not.
Britta has emerged. TnT stand poised to clean up in real estate if they can master to "sell" part of the "buy/sell" equation. Bert's on the moon. I'm whittling away.
So - I just came back from the Mpls. auto show where I decided to buy the Mercedes CLS500, for only $70K, hands down, best looking car there, although now that I'm home, I've decided not to buy a car. Nevetheless, the auto show is both fun and good for keeping us peons in our place.
I'm off the the grocery store than over to Grandma A's for the afternoon. I'm looking for a house to buy. Finally. I may have found one. I've got get TnT thru it first. It's pretty big. Probably too big when I retire. I'll figure it out then. I've got a screwed up rotator cuff and I'm going to Tampa soon for a week.
I'm not going to write too much here until I see if this content doesn't evaporate, but otherwise everything is cooking along.
Later groupies.
Love the dad
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?
1 comment:
Good Job Dad! Way to conquer the password demons! I have been wondering why you never write anything. Your struggle has made me feel better about my technological ineptitude, so thanks! When are you coming to Tampa? I spent St. Patty's day at Sheila's, and she said her and Margerite were going to take you out when you get here, I didn't know you were coming, but hopefully I can go out with you guys!! I will be here except for April 11th thru April 17th (Bogota), so try to come while I'm home. Oh, and you should go for the Benz! Try to be spontaneous for once!! Love, Bree
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