‎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?

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

WHERE IS BERT?


Hi Everyone,
Todd & I have our fingers crossed, Mom has questions, Bree has an effing big horse, Dad had password issues and Bert has not posted in quite some time. Is there anybody out there? Are you on a FOB? Thanks, Blake my petite army lingo interpreter. When I worked in CM (construction management) we used a lot of acronyms too - ASI, CO, COD, RFP, RFI, ADD and so on. I guess to each field their own.

Well this is what my "Monroe" looked like but alas, no longer, I had to remove it even though it was cute as the dickens. I think me and facial piercings are just not compatable. I gonna go for some more ear piercings and tattoos instead. Bert, what ever happened with your tree tattoo? Are you going to get it when you get back? I would love to see a drawing of it.

I've been fiddling around with the architectural program Bert & Rachel gave me for x-mas, its pretty cool I've designed one bitchin dream home. Ah.....dreams!

Dad, about that Paradigm book - I've looked on the web to answer your question, "Are the gravational forces on the earth a constant or do they fluctuate?" Here is some interesting data from space.com- "On Earth, for the most part, the tug of gravity is nearly uniform. But in some places, as with the poles, changes in the amount or density of material can create pockets of high or low gravity that change from month to month. Relatively permanent differences exist, too, caused by differing densities of material deep within the planet under certain locations." I feel that Bert could probably explain it better.

Well, ha det bra allesamen(have a good day everyone) I'll close with a quote - T

“If we are going to teach creation science as an alternative to evolution, then we should also teach the stork theory as an alternative to biological reproduction.” - Judith Hayes

" A little fractal gazing goes a long way" - TM

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thedad said...

It sounds to me like what you said about gravity makes the guy's theory impossible because gravity is too constant, i.e., the variations to small to impact every person trading in the market?

I'll read the thing, but it sounds pretty - how shall I say - stupid.

I know thinking into the future is no fun, but what do tattoes look like on a 60 y.o. person? Pretty googy, I imagine?

Later groupies.

Love, the dad

10:14 AM

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