Dear Groupies,
O.K., let's try this again.
It's 10:10 Sat. a.m. and I'm about to go to the club. Turns out I probably don't have a rotator cuff problem but just tendinidis from too much load after I laid off during my 12 days in FL and Vegas. So, now I need to figure out how to lift weights without involving my shoulders. Good luck with that.
I'm am bidding on a house. It has a contingent offer whereby the other prospective buyer needs to sell their house, so in this weak market, that will take awhile. But, the effect is that the other buyer had to bid more than they otherwise would. I'm betting the owners are willing to sell for less if they know for sure it's a sale that will go thru. The house is in Mound. Not where I saw myself retiring. I rather had pictured me in the south of France, over looking the ocean. I don't understand why Mound is such a crapy town. Usually when people are developing property near a lake, they build nicer houses, but Mound is a step up from a trailer park.
If this offer doesn't go thru, I'll start looking in Longfellow again, but time is getting short. Anyway, I'm getting excited about finally having my own place.
Work seems to never get easier. I keep getting things done and the stuff keeps piling up on my plate. I've got to be in high gear again now for another 3, 4 months. I partnered up with a couple guys and we've started an internet marketing company to capture consumers using search engines and sell them as leads to glass shops. We'll see.
Still lots of snow cover here. Temperatures are O.K. - upper 30s, low 40s.
Well, I've stalled long enough. I got to go work out. Did people work out 200 years ago? I don't think so.
I got places to go, things to do, and people to see. (Yeah, really.)
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:
When I'm 60 years old the only person who will see my tattoos is Todd. Besides my skin is in great shape, I'm a lotionizer. No, 200 years ago people did not work out. They worked out all day long trying to survive of the land. While your workout is 1 hour long, their workout was 12 hours long. - T
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