My trip to St. Paul (and Minneapolis and Hickerson)
Listening to: Garrison Keillor
Drinking: Caribou Coffee
Wearing: Calico sundress
I have been meaning to post a blog entry about my trip to visit the family. "The family" being my mom, my sister, my uncle, and a couple of aunties.
There is never enough time to see everybody. I was hoping to catch my fictional auntie (my mom's best friend) and I missed one of my favorite aunts, due to all the other visits and the trip to Hickerson.
I also failed to visit my best friend, something I feel very guilty about. I didn't even contact her, although I stopped by her house (she wasn't home). Why didn't I go to see her? I always make it a point to do so, so why this failure?
Since I've been back, I've been soul searching about it. At first I thought it might be just pride. But I can't believe I blew off my best pal just because I'm feeling on the shadow side of circumstance. Looking deeper, I realized there was a part of me that was angry. Why?
Well, because every time I go to Minnesota I visit them (her and her lover), and yet they have never come to visit me.
Seen in the light of day, that feels completely unreasonable to me. [b]I[/b] was the one who moved away! Why should I expect them to travel to California in order to maintain our friendship?
It was one of those insights that enabled me to completely let go of the unreasonable feelings. I immediately sat down and wrote them an email, telling them all my news and asking for theirs. In a way I should have been doing all along.
. . .
I have digressed from the main topic. You'll be wondering about Hickerson. Hickerson? Where on earth is that?
No vacation to Minnesota is complete without a stay in a lake cabin. My sister snagged a rental from someone in her church, and off we went
We drove to Hickerson, which is up near Bemidji, then on to Big Deep Lake (Lat: 46°54'49.57"N, Lon: 94°23'22.05"W for those who enjoy playing with Google Earth). It was very relaxing. The lake was beautiful, we went swimming every day except the day of thunderstorms. Thunderstorms! God, I miss 'em! The other days were August-hot in the afternoon, but the water was clean and cool. In the evening, the loons came to visit, not 50 feet from our docks. We sat on the deck and played cards until the lights came on and all around us was dark. Listening to the loons and the coyotes and the crickets fill the night air, and occasionally spotted the fireflies flashing in the vegetation that screened the porch from the lake.
Drinking: Caribou Coffee
Wearing: Calico sundress
I have been meaning to post a blog entry about my trip to visit the family. "The family" being my mom, my sister, my uncle, and a couple of aunties.
There is never enough time to see everybody. I was hoping to catch my fictional auntie (my mom's best friend) and I missed one of my favorite aunts, due to all the other visits and the trip to Hickerson.
I also failed to visit my best friend, something I feel very guilty about. I didn't even contact her, although I stopped by her house (she wasn't home). Why didn't I go to see her? I always make it a point to do so, so why this failure?
Since I've been back, I've been soul searching about it. At first I thought it might be just pride. But I can't believe I blew off my best pal just because I'm feeling on the shadow side of circumstance. Looking deeper, I realized there was a part of me that was angry. Why?
Well, because every time I go to Minnesota I visit them (her and her lover), and yet they have never come to visit me.
Seen in the light of day, that feels completely unreasonable to me. [b]I[/b] was the one who moved away! Why should I expect them to travel to California in order to maintain our friendship?
It was one of those insights that enabled me to completely let go of the unreasonable feelings. I immediately sat down and wrote them an email, telling them all my news and asking for theirs. In a way I should have been doing all along.
. . .
I have digressed from the main topic. You'll be wondering about Hickerson. Hickerson? Where on earth is that?
No vacation to Minnesota is complete without a stay in a lake cabin. My sister snagged a rental from someone in her church, and off we went
We drove to Hickerson, which is up near Bemidji, then on to Big Deep Lake (Lat: 46°54'49.57"N, Lon: 94°23'22.05"W for those who enjoy playing with Google Earth). It was very relaxing. The lake was beautiful, we went swimming every day except the day of thunderstorms. Thunderstorms! God, I miss 'em! The other days were August-hot in the afternoon, but the water was clean and cool. In the evening, the loons came to visit, not 50 feet from our docks. We sat on the deck and played cards until the lights came on and all around us was dark. Listening to the loons and the coyotes and the crickets fill the night air, and occasionally spotted the fireflies flashing in the vegetation that screened the porch from the lake.
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