Summer

Saturday, July 23, 2016

It’s overcast with a chance of storms and rain this morning when we wake up. Justin brews coffee and I head to the fridge: gasp! We’re out of milk and cream. Eventually we realize we WILL continue to function. We spend the morning in jammies doing chores and drinking coffee, black. Turns out to be one of those tiny moments that reminds you, “Hey, I can shake it up. I can have new experiences.”

I miss the chance to get out for a walk before it rains. I wanted to take Brynn to the library and the park. (She needs some new books and to burn off some energy! It’s been hot all week – like 90s and low 100s. She’s been cooped up at school because of the heat index.) So instead we truck to Target (at the Quarry) for groceries and birthday gifts: one for Ellie who turned three, and the other for Owen, due next week. Brynn says, “We go to the store, mommy?” and is a trooper the whole trip. She quite respectfully puts shampoos, lotions, and toys, in and out of our shopping cart like a serious shopper.

Home, Brynn naps. About an hour later, we open her bedroom door a crack which is our sneak move to subtly  wake her up. It’s time to head to Plymouth to the Holmay’s. It’s Ellie’s birthday party. They rented a huge inflatable water slide for the the kids and set it up in the backyard. It’s drizzling or raining hard most of the party. Then clouds part around 6:00. Grown ups sit in the garage and under a tent over the driveway; kids ride the slide and play in kiddie pools in the rain. A few parents  stand on the sidelines under umbrellas, trying to balance cold beverages and paper plates topped with brats and hot dogs. There are about 15 kids running around at any given time. Stemigs and Liz and Matt are here.

The Holmays have three kids, each of whom is so sweet.  They routinely do these fun, big parties that’ve included a bouncy house, live ponies, and – rumor has it – even a clutch of cuddly bunnies that I guess were jumping in and out of people’s laps and hopping all around. Day care families, soccer teammates, college friends, relatives, neighbors–we’re all invited. That chance for kids in summer to let loose, and for grown-ups to hang out (and drink beer!)

Now it’s evening, we’re home, and I just put Brynn to bed. I’m either going to 1.) read a book from the deck (or bed…) or 2.) watch a movie. I’m reading “The Smartest Kids in the World” by Amanda Ripley. And just finished “The Happiness Equation” by Neil Pasricha. I also just started following Nora McInerny Purmort. These are what I’m thinking about!!


Ok, the funniest thing just happened. Another Brynn first. I stepped away from the computer to double check the title of my book. I passed the kitchen and a little critter caught my eye. (Almost gave me a damn heart attack , really.) It was Brynn, crouched on the floor. She was spying on me. About a week ago we moved her into her big kid bed. It was her first time sneaking out. When I locked eyes with her she started to grin like, “Oh, busted! Is this ok, mom?!”


 

Brynn
Brynn, watching for cupcakes
Ellie and slide
Sweet Ellie, birthday girl!
kids and grown ups
Kiddie pool scene
Watering can
Watering can shenanigans
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Love to the Johnsons (& Orlando)

Sunday afternoon journal-ing habit in full swing! We had a fabulous (sunny, muggy, then wet) overnight three miles south of Harmony, MN for the second annual Johnson Family Chistmas in June. Aka, our family reunion. Harmony is smack dab in the center of farm country. We slept beside a pasture of mooing cows. “Moo’s by moonlight,” I’ll call it.

Sadly, the weekend was dampened on the drive home with the news of the tragic  events in Orlando. Most deadly mass shooting in history in the U.S. with fifty individuals killed. It took place at an LGBTQ nightclub. Perpetrator 29 years old. Motive not all clear, although it is known the shooter had expressed strong hate for LGBTQ community. He used an assault rifle of some kind which is apparently becoming known as “gun of choice” for this violence. (See Denver Post – Of 79 mass shootings in the US since ’82, 63 done with guns purchased legally.) It’s being named a hate crime and domestic act of terror. As a citizen and mom, I am horrified we as a country are allowing this sort of violence to take place and escalate. My heart breaks for our country and world. It is especially broken for my  LGBTQ friends and loved ones and how this makes them feel. I keep thinking about the mind-body workshop I took this week and Matthew Sanford’s comments about submission, nonviolent resistance and Gandhi, and related yogic teachings.

That aside… camping on the farm was so much fun. We left Minneapolis Saturday morning at 8:30. The car was fully loaded with sleeping bags, thermarests, a pack-n-play, swimsuits, beach towels, lawn games, summer clothes, our cooler. We were on hashbrown casserole duty along with veggies and dip.

The drive was to Rochester and then 52 to Harmony where you head south on 139. Their driveway is actually one or two driveways south of the Iowa border. The terrain is lovely down there with rolling farm fields and tree groves for ample patches of shade. Wally inherited the farm from his family about ten years ago. They’ve slowly been renovating a garage into a home/cabin.

There’s a big, old, red cattle barn on the south end of the property that we took over for meals and movies. It smelled damp and earthy like a barn. It felt like a scene in a movie or like we should rent that place out for a shabby chic wedding. In the basement of the barn we set up food buffets. Out the rear door we laid out five or six eight foot tables end to end for long, family style dinner table. Barn swallows were swooping in and out this morning as we sat on the patio watching it rain.

The upper level of the barn is filled with old tables, chairs and all sorts of old farm equipment and supplies. It was dark and cozy up there. This morning, the kids nestled into chairs and under blankets up there watching movies, protected from the rain.

Brynn was in heaven and totally blissed out swimming and playing with her cousins, running around like crazy. It was so incredibly sunny and muggy yesterday we all melted. The kids had slip and slides and kitty pools to keep cool. Grown ups set up lawn chairs under an awning near the house. We sat in a circle around our OWN kitty pool with ice cold water from the hose piped in for soaking our feet. That, plus brewskies and bottles of water, was the perfect contrast to our sweaty sweaty skins. Picture at least 20 of us grown-ups.

The Johnsons always reminisce about how when the family got together when Justin’s generation were kids, the adults would just kick back and have fun and almost forget about the kids all together. The older cousins would keep tabs on the younger ones, and the pack of them would weave in and out of the grown-ups consciousness.  Whenever they reminisce like that you can feel their deep joy and pleasure in those memories. They’ve got a big family, five sisters and one brother, the brood of George and Lucile, who have truly raised the nicest and most well-adjusted group of people I know. I am so lucky to have married one of them.

To our dismay Sheldon’s had to “break camp” for Duluth around 8:00 pm because poor Gaius was sick. We still don’t know exactly what’s got him. They arrived back home at 1:00 am after the long night drive.

Other highlights: Janice and Jeff rented an RV which was a blast! They also got Brynn a fun dinosaur blow-up pool for her birthday which was a hoot. Caroline and Sean’s offer was accepted on their house. Jim and Vicki are expecting – due in November. Andrea and Greg couldn’t be there but there wedding is in October in Austin, TX.

Some of many favorite moments from the weekend:

  • Brynn in her neon striped bathing suit, belly sticking out, pale white skin, and face covered in red Popsicle.
  • Justin, 2:30 in the morning, shirtless, putting up the rain fly on our new, red, four-man coleman tent in the dark. I go out to join him, jumpy because of the lightening and my constant fear of summer storms. Snuggling once we’re back safely in the tent and realize the rain fly was on- right.
  • In the tent laying on my sleeping bag around 10:30. It’s before I fall asleep. It’s hot. I’m looking up at the night sky through the tent screen. The moon is a crescent. It is sparkling. The stars appear. Trees sway, insects buzz, I can hear the family laughing in the distance. Brynn and Justin are sleeping next to me. Realizing it’s us moving, not the moon. I watch it cross the sky.
  • Just before bed, traipsing between the tent and the car. From a distance, I watch as they release lanterns into the sky. They glow and float above the farm, into the night.

 

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No picture this time. Just an open window beside my desk. Listening to the wind in the trees. It’s been a strange week. Got some of the best news in the world about my sister, but know many folks on hard times.

My sister got engaged which is absolutely amazing. She and Kyle were on a long weekend to South Dakota where they visited the Wall Drug, the Badlands, and Mount Rushmore. Kyle took her up for a helicopter ride above the monument and popped the question. “Love is in the air,” said Meg. They had both been playing the dating game for a number of years. Each had serious relationships with other folks that didn’t work out. But they met each other a year ago. Instantly, they were a match. The match. Rachel is a psych major working for an auto shop; Kyle is an electrician turn realtor specializing in recreational properties up north. The sad part for me personally is they’ll be moving up north for Kyle’s work. But it is so exciting to see Rachel, and them together, embarking on their adventure. Life is full of surprises. They’ve been such a wonderful part of our lives, and Brynn’s.  We’ll just have to visit a lot. I can’t wait to wedding plan with her, and for the family to come together around this. I did not know just how much joy it would bring me personally. It is a wonderful thing!

Juxtaposed against that news, many shitty things are happening in the lives of my friends and family. There’s a brain tumor, a baby with collapsed lungs, a marriage ending, numbing out, dimentia, cheating, physical and emotional pain, and profound disappointment. It sucks. I don’t know exactly what to do or how to feel. Many people facing shit situations. It feels like a new, fragile frontier at 35.

Today, though, is a gorgeous June Sunday. Brynn’s napping. I’m contemplating chores. Trying to make peace with routine life. I’ve got WomenWinning’s fundraiser tomorrow, racial justice facilitator training Wednesday, volunteer lead meeting for the Women’s Tri Thursday, and then headed to Johnson Family Reunion (second annual, “Johnson Family Fun Weekend”) Saturday. Just gathered a hashbrown casserole recipe. Laying out plans to tackle the week.

Justin’s golfing. Dishwasher humming. Plans for ice cream with P.H. later this afternoon. Rachel is coming over tomorrow to celebrate. I want to pick up some wedding magazines and a gift for the bride.

Tofte

These are from Brynn’s first trip to Tofte. We took her there last fall for her first time. This was at the picnic shelter at Tofte Park.

That weekend on Saturday, we visited friends with a new baby in Grand Marais. For dinner, we cozied up at the Legion for all-you-can-eat spaghetti buffet. The next morning: breakfast at Blue Water. It was fall; October. November gales were in the air. It was blustery but mild enough for outdoor living for the weekend. We camped on Honeymoon Hill at the Grand Marais Municipal Campground. It’s the same place we go on-and-off to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Now we’ve been married ten years.

Justin worked in Tofte  at Bluefin Bay for four years in the late 2000s. We lived there for two on Tofte Homestead Road. (The other two years, commuted from a combination of Two Harbors, Pike Lake, Duluth.) The Bluefin community and Cook County neighborhood were our home. It was amazing having nothing but lake, rock and woods as your surroundings. It was so easy to hear yourself think. But it was hard, too. I struggled feeling lonely and depressed. But the surroundings were exquisite and so was the way of life. I had many interesting jobs and got to know great people. I waited tables at Papa Charlie’s, served coffee at Moondance in Lutsen, and even worked in sales for the Cook County Herald for two weeks (with their signature logo, those snuggly little bears). Finally, landed at Grand Portage National Monument where I made great friends and got to experience a singular connection to Grand Portage. During that time Hat Point was my home each week; it was staff housing. There was the breeding bird survey, stream restoration, GPS mapping, Fort Charlotte, Pigeon Falls. The ferry to Isle Royale was a daily sight. (I learned to knit.)

This time of year I get so homesick for that area. Recently, we had a blessing for Brynn near Burlington Bay Beach (aka Agate Bay) in Two Harbors. It was so nice to be up there again. I’ve always wanted to write about our time on the shore.

 

 

 

 

Memorial Day

Monday, May 30 2016

Today, I’m off from work to make a four day weekend. I spent Friday and Saturday in Eau Claire with Ben, Abby, Erin, Megan and Ryan (and Sammy) to be with Ben before his biopsy. Yesterday, had a play date with Jennie and Fletch over at their temporary place. Jennie made a taco bar with soy chorizo and a delicious spiced vegetable and bean saute. Watched the Revenant this weekend and spent some evening hours just resting on the couch and listening to summer outside our living room window.

This morning, Brynn and I went to Fort Snelling Cemetery  to see their Memorial Day Parade. I did not know they also had a program with remarks from Amy Klobuchar and formal prayer service. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a Memorial Day program like it, at least not that I can remember. Weather was perfect. Sunny with a few clouds that rolled through. Blue sky and enough tree cover for us to find a shady spot among the crowd. We laid out two picnic blankets, ate snacks and blue bubbles. Covered Brynn in sunscreen. Then she carried that sweet lotion smell. We snuggled and finally, when the program was over, walked with the stroller back near the car where we sat down to eat our lunch that I’d packed in a cooler. Brynn did not eat tahini and blueberry jam on rye bread. However she did play with the carrot water and feed me blueberries.

On our way into the house after we got back, she started to sass and hit. I put her on time out in her crib and thought she might – after crying a bit – zonk out for her nap. She’s still crying though and my will is weakening! Think I might have to go console her and try again for her nap but this time with the book routine. I know when I go in there she will be hot and her hair will be all matted down from her tears! Yesterday she fell asleep for nap the exact same way. Ufda!


Justin works today which is why he was not with us. Heather had Amos Friday. My folks are in Russia. Sammie is watching Maggie and brought her to Rosie. Rachel and Kyle are moving into his folks’ place until the move north. Brynn turned two last week!