I guess that’s my favorite word for today. There’s a lot fomenting in my head today. I think I need to get the external in order first and then maybe my thoughts will settle and fall into place. Also, I want to play catch up around the neighborhood- see if Bonnie ever got out the door camping with that brood of hers, find out what nonsense Hoss is concocting, and, in general, catch up with my posse. Also, rumor has it, that the woodchucks are literally eating my tomatoes as I type so this will be brief.
We’re home, I’m exhausted, especially emotionally (vacations aren’t supposed to be relaxing, are they?) and I have to get started, seriously, launching my Starter Person.
I met three wonderful women bloggers, plus a new friend. Our time together in Grand Marais was altogether too short- just long enough for a lovely dinner, a moose search (primarily for FG who is starting to think that moose are like Bigfoots; they are really a non-existent tourist attraction) and a lengthy bonfire chat. Then we rolled onward to the other side of Lake Superior to visit the Bud and Jan Show.Here we have, in no particular order: Jen , Kathy Howe ,Keri taking pictures of a fascinating public restroom, the four of us (l to r, Keri, Kathy, Jen and me, 15 years older than the rest and feeling ancient), Bud reading-and very much enjoying Hoss – to my mother, my mother and me looking over old photo albums and the family spit and polished for a rare dinner out (l to r, FG, Jan, Bud, T.D., Uncle Bruce). Click photos to enlarge.