Remember the bald, little dude in Princess Bride? He was always saying 'Unbelievable'.
That's how I say it in my head when I look at these spectacular photos of yours, Bert. Did you photoshop the rider/goose and the dog/fence? [Not that I expect an answer :)!!!!] I know! I, too, find it's really hard to read the blog and then make a comment/post because you lose what you've written if you go back to check something on the blog. So I understand why I don't get any answers. I guess I have to just let the questions serve the purpose of letting you know I'm interested. Answers? Who needs stinking Answers!?!
I'm also having a hard time figuring out when you're on the chat room. Rachel (dear sweet never posting Rachel (I know you're out there, R!) said we're six hours different from Z time but I'm not quite grasping it - YET! One of these days, I'll hop on in.
Bill and I went to a book signing this evening. Randy Wayne White - Sanibel Flats and Capitva author dude. I hope that's where we end up going when you get your R&R, Bert. We patiently await further notice on dates somewhere along the line...
BTW, the guy in front of us getting his book signed by RWW had the book personalized for his son serving in Afghanistan. Small world... (that's a joke!)
Stay safe - one and all.
Hugs & love,
Mom
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?
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he was saying "inconceivable"
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