‎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?

Sunday, May 07, 2006

California Dreamin













Let's try this again, I slipped and hit enter by accident..
Here are a few pics from the airshow we went to last weekend, the most excitement we've had around here since Kyle was born.. Also, Kayla and Kyle. And some badass rock star dude-forgot his name. Stacy got a tattoo when I was in Las Vegas last time...sneaky sneaky. The feet represent the kids, and I am the heart. Aw, how sweet.. :) A few pics of the house, the little pond I built in the yard, the baby kitten Ashley (already named by kayla), and the car.
But we're doing pretty good I guess, just working a lot and trying to get our house refinanced so we can start saving $. Hey if anyone can find us 4 tickets to FL for cheap, we would definitely come visit on Memorial Day..How much is cheap? I don't know but guessing around $1000 would be lucky price this close to the date..
Britta I feel for you with that knee OUCH! A few months before we moved out to MN I slipped off the step of an old fire truck and my leg went between the fuel tank and the steel steps as I was falling sideways..Hurt like hell, had two partially torn ligaments and a few months of physical therapy. And the only way to keep from re-injuring it is to keep the surrounding muscles strong. Hope you recover quickly! We really miss all you guys a lot...it's been 4 years since we moved to Cali, can you believe that. If mem. day won't work then we should plan to come visit during xmas or something.
That donut on the blog looks tasty, can I have a bite?
Anyway, last year we tried to get a softball team together at work but no luck because most of the guys were out of town when it was time to pay...So we're going to try again this year..Don't think I can stand to sit around the house all summer bored.. A couple of us made a feeble attempt at starting up a little band too. We practiced once. Is a little difficult to get anything going when I live 45 miles from work, but maybe someday we'll slap together something for people to laugh at.
Bert, hope things are going good for you...well as good as they could be.. Let me know if it would be safe to send a guitar to you..I mean if it won't end up in Pakistan or Iran...lol..I'm thinking of getting another acoustic, so if you want my old one I'd be happy to send it. It's still in pretty good shape, just has higher action so it's a little harder to play than some of the more expensive names...Hang in there man!!! Sure we'll talk again on AIM..
Alrights kids, I gotta get outside and finish butchering the tree in my front yard. Last weekend we trimmed half of it and it took us 4-5 hrs..And yes, I know I'm about 3-4 months late for pruning the tree but oh well..Until next time-That's all folks!-Brandon, Kayla Joy, Kyle Jeffery, Evan Michael, and Stacy.
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Lottie Dah said...

Brandon & Stacy! What a lovely house and everything! Thanks for sharing the photos. You two are so lucky! Wish we could see you guys more often. Hugs to the kids,
Lots of love,
Karen

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