‎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?

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Soren learned how to blog.

I have to write fast before my parents find me here.
Kid and Pop
This photo is funnier upside-down.
The Zero-Gravity spaceman.
Did you hear the one about the baby that walked into a bar....
Vote Soren in 2026
Are you talkin to me?
Pow! left hook.
The random rainbow


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2 comments:

Lottie Dah said...

OK. These photos are toooo cute! And deserve a separate comment for each. So here goes...

Soren! You're a great blogger. Your parents better get with it and put you in front of the computer more often!

Kid and Pop!? So, Soren, you're going to call your paternal unit Pop? Cooel! Just so you call me Mormor!

Upside down? What's funnier than funny is how your cheeks go from the bottom of your face to up by your eyes! I want to smoosh you so bad!!!!! You're soooo cute!

As for zero gravity...You go, guy! You are going to be able to be anything and go anywhere! Just think one day you might actually walk on the moon or even Mars!

But, we'll love you even if you do become a comedian!

And if you do run for office, that would be good to so you can fight the slimeballs that pass for politicians like our current pres and his cronies! You can give the title 'politician' back the dignity it deserves (like a Paul Wellstone) when the job is done right!

As for the next two photos...you are just too cute to even consider a pugilistic future. You're going to find, climb, analyze, scrutinize, synthesize, investigate, extrapolate, replicate, fuse, meld, create, render, craft, build, construct, rethink, imagine, and re-make all those rainbows that come along into an unbelievably beautiful future for us all! And that's a helluva lot better than being president!

Love,
Mormor

11:45 PM
thedad said...

CUTE

11:02 AM

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