Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

I miss Aruba. I could use some Aruba.

Home Sweet Home (At least, one of them)

Two photos of the home I wrote about last night. Just thought I'd share some of William's talent and give you a little visual.



The yard:

fishie, fishie in deer lake

. . . let me take you home to bake.

that was what i used to chant when i was little and went fishing with my dad at our cabin. i think it's my customized version of a real nursery rhyme, but i couldn't tell you what it was.

in any case, i am attempting to get outta dodge today for the real minnesotan experience: going up north. we're heading up with some family to spend the rest of the week/weekend fishing and playing cards and reading and all those lazy summer cabin things that people here do.

"up north" also means "no access to anything remotely technological," so there won't be any posts, probably until sunday. there is no such thing as the internet, and my cell phone works only intermittently up there. we get, i think, one station, which comes out of duluth (two and a half hours away). so it's total unpluggedness. think of it as kd unplugged, like when mtv actually had good music programming. (not that i don't love my hills...but we could use some good videos here and there).

have a wonderful rest-of-week, and i'll be saving up some stories for posts when i get back!

gone fishin'

this weekend, we're taking off and gettin' out of town. it's about that time. memorial day weekend---ahhhh. the first breath of summer. even if it's already been 90 degrees here and this weekend promises highs no better than 60 degrees. i guess i'll be packing my sweatshirts and sweatpants (there is a strict dress code--nothing uncomfortable, or unpractical. this is the superior example of function over fashion.) as my parents used to say, back when i was young and ridiculously concerned with myself, "this is not a fashion show." yeah i guess not.... many times i prefer to wear my dad's quilted down jacket, covered in camouflage.
doesn't matter. i'll buy my fishing license and drop a line in the water instead of writing lines at work. i'll drink some strongbow and play some cribbage. i'll read and nap. i'll listen to the northwoods, one of the best collages of sound ever to be made. don't need a rock club up there. don't need a mall.
i'll go with william and the rest of my family, and it will be loads of good food, laughter, and rest and relaxation.
it really is one of my most favorite things i do all year.