|Six to eat one sundae. Perfect.|
|Celebration of Karen Richards' life, Memphis|
We had two weeks in southeastern MN with my six siblings, two weeks in Portland, Oregon with my children, and a week in Chicago with Carl’s son.
|Visiting Jax in D.C.|
We saw a group of friends that I worked with in Decorah after graduate school, and with friends I worked with at Gillette Children’s years ago.
|Friends from my years |
at Gillette Children's
We even saw an old friend of Carl’s in Newport, Oregon. and Carl’s high school friends in Memphis. All planned visits. But the last six months? Entirely unplanned.
|Ann Arbor friend|
We had time for a “lutefisk” dinner with our Duluth Yacht Club racing crew (minus the lutefisk); time with a dear cousin that I hadn’t seen in years in Waukon, Iowa.
|Carl and I with my children and my son's girlfriend, October|
We were still in Minnesota for a leisurely Christmas celebration with both of our daughters, something that hadn’t occurred in three years. And there was so much more.
|Friends' cabin in Ontario, accessible by water only|
We felt at times like celebrities. It seemed that all of our friends wanted to host a dinner or other gathering at their homes “before you head back to the boat.” Needless to say, we obliged just about every time.
|It's nice to watch the children|
of friends grow up
Yesterday, one of them picked us up at the cabin, fed us dinner and brought us to the shuttle which took us to the MSP airport in the middle of the night.
|View on side of cabin, Island Lake. Winter doesn't get much|
more beautiful than this!
We saw a heavy snowfall that decorated all the evergreens of northern Minnesota in the most beautiful thick white frosting; and all those times we looked up randomly from our books or computers to find our deer pals peering into the windows at us. “Hey, you guys got anything for us in there today? Seeds? Fruit? We are particularly fond of apples.”
|George played and I sang for|
residents at Marywood after Christmas
I can’t imagine any better experience than being warmly welcomed back into the fold of our community of friends. As if we’d never left. As if in our absence, we have learned to love each of them more. As if we have become, in their eyes, more wonderful, more precious than we were before.
|My family of origin and spouses, Spring|
I’m sure we would have enjoyed returning to our home on the water six months ago, but really, would that have made our lives any richer than the unplanned six months in northern Minnesota? I am certain it would not.