Friday, June 29, 2012



Living on mountain time

We are having difficulty getting wifi scheduled. Worst case, we may go dark until July 12.

Just didn't want anyone to fret.

The final pieces of the move to N. Carolina have apparently fallen into place. The POD arrives tomorrow morning and the two helpers show up around noon. We should be unloaded in about three hours.

The Mystery Woman and her daughter found the house. I got to see the little house for the first time today. It's neat. The former owners put in lots of upgrades. For example, they widened every window in the house and there's a great view of trees and plants out each window. No mountain views from our street but last night we drove up to Jump Off which is a mere five minutes from our house. That's only one sippy cup away.

Full disclosure: house may be too pretentious a word. Cottage is more apt.

Let me tell you, we are happy to be here. It's a long drive across Big America even when sponging off relatives along the way.

We'll be in touch later, when we are functional again.

The Smokey Mountains should fix that in no time. With a little help from the Blue Ridge skyline. And some white lightning.

Friday, June 8, 2012

So long, pal(s).

We are leaving Minneapolis Tuesday. Next stop in this real-time adventure -- North Carolina. But before we go, I want to say thanks to everybody and everything involved in the painting of my Minnesota memories.

After living up here for six years, I am convinced Norman Rockwell was a school crossing guard in South Minneapolis before he became an American icon. The people up here have a quiet sweetness. Ever helpful, ever friendly.

Admittedly, I wondered what was wrong with you people when Krispy Kreme failed.  And I never quite got used to taking my shoes off before entering your house.

A special thanks to the passing parade in front of our porch. The school children. And the squirrels. Angels and hellions all mixed together. Here’s a special shout-out to the evening thunderstorms viewed from the porch -- until the lightning gets too close. Good show.

The Moving Sale starts this morning. Gotta go. The Mystery Woman just got up. She’s my muse. Which, dare I say, she finds amusing. 

But she made it all possible. And fun.


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