Went up to Nisswa over the weekend. Drove home last night, about 20 minutes behind the horrific storm that tore through Coon Rapids and Hugo, Minnesota. My heart aches for the devastation, and the loss of life.
I couldn’t help but try to imagine what it would be like to wake up one morning, and you have no home. Yesterday, you had one. Today, you don’t. I’m hoping there will be a Red Cross Relief link soon, and I will post here to encourage my fellow Minnesotans to give what they can.
Hugo is about 20 miles from where I live.
So this morning, I’m recapping the weekend, and feeling very, super grateful. Not going to whine on and on as in my previous post. (But thank you so much for sharing bits of your own struggles and thoughts. Much appreciated.)
We left on Friday for the cabin. We always pack as if we’re going for a month.
The destination? Grandma Boeder’s cabin, just a bit over 2 and a half hours north of St. Paul:
Let’s say for the record, I’m not really an outdoors-y type. But Nisswa in May can truly be a wonderful place. Few bugs, cool weather. And, the attendance this weekend was on the lower side, which means it wasn’t hard to find a bed in which to crash. My kind of weekend.
And that weekend included:
Bonfires and smores with the Boeder and Pahl cousins:
Several sessions of hot box:
Sweet boys cozied up in the newly remodeled cabin basement:
And then there were the cool finds. My mother-in-law, Joan, did a bit of sorting and organizing in some of Great Grandma’s basement cubbies, and found the following:
No, you wouldn’t want a bite, but how cool is that? Had to toss due to oozing red 40-year-old lollies.
But the following item was not tossed, and guess where it landed?
When Joan asked if I wanted it, once I picked my jaw up off the table, I was like, "Um, hello? Yes." Which was also my reply when she found another, and asked the same question.
Then there were the other traditions of going to the lake.
And the Nisswa Classic Parents vs. Kids game, which saw the kids win yet again.
And that means only one thing: a trip to the Chocolate Ox.
Personally, I can’t breathe in that place. But I had to get a few shots. One woman saw me taking pictures and said, "You’re supposed to EAT the candy, not take pictures of it."
I wanted to tell her "But that’s how I keep my girlish figure," but thought better.
And lucky for us, Grandma B, who lives in Brainerd in an senior living center (where she has her own apartment and and lives just a few doors down from her sister, Felix, who is 93), came out for a brief visit. Man. 96 years old and she still knows how to pair a jacket with a shirt. She’s an amazing woman.
One other cool thing this weekend was getting to know my father-in-law’s year-and-a-half old Australian Shepherd, Matey. She’s a farm dog, who I think could use a good grooming and a LOT more cuddling and "inside the house" time (she currently gets none), but she has a really great disposition, and I’m thinking of borrowing her for one good flea dip and trip to a groomer. We went for a nice long walk and she just strolled gently along side of me. Thankful, I think, for a bit of one-on-one attention from a human.
In all, I’m thankful for the weekend. Thankful to be home. Remembering all this stuff that makes life so good. I think I’m scrapbooking today to remind myself just how lucky I really am.
Happy Memorial Day to you.