Monday, October 25, 2010
Border Wars
Whenever the Green Bay Packers play the Minnesota Vikings, this area calls it Border Wars because our local television station is in the twin cities of Superior, WI and Duluth, MN. What a game last night! I'm not really a big sports fan, but I couldn't miss this match up. Glad to say that we (Wisconsin) won!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
A Downside to the Northwoods
We received a post card from Sawyer County that it was time to clean out our septic tank. If you don't know what a septic tank is, you can skip this blog entry. Looking through the phone book for someone to handle this task, we saw some interesting choices:
Another lesson learned about people in rural areas. They are not on time. They are early. They get up and get going. I remember that fact from growing up on a farm. I greeted Fragrant at 8:20 for the 9:00 am appointment. Someone who shall remain nameless was still in his pj's. He is used to starting his day at 10 am. He will learn to become Northwoods or learn to dress quickly.
- Scott's "I take crap from everyone."
- Fragrant Septic
- Lynn's Honeywagon
- Yesterday's Meals on Wheels
Another lesson learned about people in rural areas. They are not on time. They are early. They get up and get going. I remember that fact from growing up on a farm. I greeted Fragrant at 8:20 for the 9:00 am appointment. Someone who shall remain nameless was still in his pj's. He is used to starting his day at 10 am. He will learn to become Northwoods or learn to dress quickly.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I Hope I Never Get Tired of...
I hope I never get tired of everyday occurrences in the Northwoods. After dinner we took a brief walk.
The moon is almost full.
The sky is clear.
The water in the lake shimmers in the moonlight.
We consciously breath in the pine-scented air.
I hope I never get tired of everyday occurrences.
The moon is almost full.
The sky is clear.
The water in the lake shimmers in the moonlight.
We consciously breath in the pine-scented air.
I hope I never get tired of everyday occurrences.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Saw a Sign in a Farm & Fleet
"Chocolate...it's not just for breakfast any more."
I laughed out loud for a long time. I didn't buy it but may go back.
I laughed out loud for a long time. I didn't buy it but may go back.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Not all Wine and Roses
We made a quick trip to Illinois for financial appointments and what we thought was the last load of our stuff. Realizing early on that this would indeed not be the last trip to move, we were in very poor moods which would escalate. Plus each of us would drive a vehicle separately so all the cars and the pick up would finally be in Wisconsin. Here are the main points - too long to write out.
- left too late in the day
- rush hour traffic
- cell went dead
- charger in other car
- one of the cars got a broken alternator or something - it won't go - is the bottom line
- find a uhaul place that is open
- Tad near Milwaukee talks us through the streets of Madison
- Madison has too many traffic circles.
- tow dolly home a busted car
- Ashley Furniture semi knocked out 100 yards of guard rail and ended up in a ditch at a Dells exit
- that's what we saw after standing in traffic for 30 minutes
- more hubbub farther down the road
- ran over dead deer
- enough guts left that we had to wash the pick up, tow dolly, and busted car when we got home at 1 am
Monday, October 11, 2010
Standard Northwoods Lunch
Case seems to have a fire in the fire pit going most of the time. That means two things to me...smell of good wood and a good lunch. So we have developed the habit of a s'mores lunch. Easy to make, easier to clean up and wonderful to eat. (Yes, I still have diabetes in the northwoods. However, if a person with diabetes covers what they eat with the correct amount of insulin, there is no problem. One s'more is 24 grams of carbohydrate: one sheet of graham cracker, 1/4 Hersey's bar, one marshmallow. Works for me!) Another glorious day in the northwoods.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Homecoming - Northwoods Style
I grew up in Homer - a rural community of 1200 in central Illinois. The community revolves around the public school in small towns everywhere. So Homecoming was a very big deal. Lucyna and Tad attended a private high school in the fast-moving suburbs of Chicago. Homecoming was big to the school.
Friday night was Homecoming at Hayward High School. I had to see it for myself. I wanted to find out the differences and similarities between small town a "few" years ago and today: plus current suburban and current small town. It costs $4 for an adult whether you are in the suburbs or in the Northwoods. Kids of all ages painted their faces with school colors (black and gold). The Homecoming court was introduced at half time. The king was a guy from the marching band. Go Band! They had a 50/50 raffle - split the pot - just like the suburbs. $91 was the total for the evening and my $1 ticket did not win - just like the suburbs. Like Homer there were decorated floats that paraded through town earlier that afternoon.
Unfortunately, the Hayward Hurricanes (Yes, hurricanes in the northwoods. I am assuming that they had a Native American name at one time and changed it. Sitting behind an Ojibwa mother whose son sacked the opposing quarterback a few times, I am glad we are the Hurricanes. All the jackets and helmets say, "Canes".) did not win. Still, I am glad that we went. Small town life at its best.
Friday night was Homecoming at Hayward High School. I had to see it for myself. I wanted to find out the differences and similarities between small town a "few" years ago and today: plus current suburban and current small town. It costs $4 for an adult whether you are in the suburbs or in the Northwoods. Kids of all ages painted their faces with school colors (black and gold). The Homecoming court was introduced at half time. The king was a guy from the marching band. Go Band! They had a 50/50 raffle - split the pot - just like the suburbs. $91 was the total for the evening and my $1 ticket did not win - just like the suburbs. Like Homer there were decorated floats that paraded through town earlier that afternoon.
Unfortunately, the Hayward Hurricanes (Yes, hurricanes in the northwoods. I am assuming that they had a Native American name at one time and changed it. Sitting behind an Ojibwa mother whose son sacked the opposing quarterback a few times, I am glad we are the Hurricanes. All the jackets and helmets say, "Canes".) did not win. Still, I am glad that we went. Small town life at its best.
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