‎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?

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Glad that is done with

So the rainy season is now over, we are free to get back to desert life as usual(heat/sand/sun). Don't worry, I was able to take a shower also; with actual water; and soap. I feel like I am short changing everyone by not posting photos but I still have not been reunited with my camera so it will be a few more days. Speaking of short changing my intended audience, I usually plan what I am going to write, today the only thing I planned for was heat and sand(the sun caught me a little by suprise). In case you were wondering what words I write when rambling with nothing planned, this is it. I guess it is a little bit like having an hour long daily radio show; if you don't have a guest to interview, you just have to blather. Blank airwaves don't sell adverts;






---dramatic pause---





I don't sell adverts either thankfully.

So I have been busy keeping the aircraft on their toes and the pilots in sound working mechanical order. Pilots; where to begin? Who thought these people up? A seriously sick joke on humanity, try living with them. Holy. Crap.

Eitherwho, none of this is going anywhere and with so much homework to do and the price of internet usage being what it is and all, I am going to be hitting the old 'dusty trail' if ya know what I mean(in case you're thick that means I am terminating this communication).

Peace out homies.
-Bert
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2 comments:

thedad said...

Seems a little bit much that the Army can't provide free internet.

What kind of living quarters will you have? What will you job be? Will you be in Kirkut(sp?)

Dad

5:32 PM
Lottie Dah said...

Tell us some stories about these pilot people. Just use some fake name or something if you like. Why are they so whatever?
Eitherwho, do your homework first! :)
Can't wait for photos.
xo,M

7:37 AM

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