Day 18...the boy who lived

So this has become more of a bi-weekly affair...so be it. Last Thursday night proved to be a riveting and magical display of theatrical bliss. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, though it will never surpass the book's brilliance, was a fantastic end to a decade of Harry. Because Luna is pretty much one of my favorite characters in the series, I felt to go out with a bang for this last movie by dressing up as this crazy blonde-haired lass (seemed suiting for me). I also purchased some Nerds candy (cause those are just oh so tasty)...then off to the premier I went with dear ol' Anna. Ah what a joyous occasion it was with fellow witches and wizards, some sporting capes, hats, wands, Griffyndor burgundy or Slytherin emerald. After George and Snape died along with other members of the Order, with mixed emotions inside I was unable to shed a tear. Nor when the movie came to a close was I able to outwardly express what I was feeling on the inside........as the credits rolled on the screen I thought to myself, this is the close of my childhood! When the last book was released it marked the beginning of the end...then as the movies caught up and the final one ended........this is it. Harry is no more....................I first had the books to look forward to, then the movies...now what??? My pilgrimage to Harry Potter World in Florida? What am I to do with my life now???? So as I scramble to find my sanity, I must bid Harry adieu  and thank he and his fellow witches and wizards for all of the adventure, excitement, and childhood memories they have rained upon me.

Day 17....library surprises

Oh Ryan Library....a place full of bright eyed - bushy tailed students, a place of relaxation amongst the age-old couches, a place of dancing, a place of mourning over grades, a place of stress, a place of hope, a place of grandeur, a place of mischief....and alas, a place of surprises. One thing I strongly dislike during summer is summer school, another thing I dislike are research papers during summer school - double wammy. In my art class I had to write a research paper (that turned out less than mediocre), so where do I go to hide myself from numerous outside distractions? Ryan of course. As I'm walking up the little slope (what's that for anyways) on the first floor, I see a familiar figure about 20 yards ahead. Anna, psssssstt that you?! The person turns around only to reveal the vagabond we like to call Anna....large backpack (check), duffle full of books (check), two canteens (check check), glasses (check), bike (check), tell tale sweat lines (oohhhh baby check!), dignity in tact?? (absolutely check!). This girlie hopped on a train, road her fixie all the way from the downtown station (with her extremely heavy caravan of bags), and landed at the library to do her research paper - how bout them apples?! What a joyous surprise amidst the humdrum of my research paper. She's kind of like, for lack of better analogy, a cold sore....you see it for a few days and experience all of its joy and wonder...then all of a sudden it disappears.....but wait for it, wait for it, wait for it....BAM - days, weeks, months later (who knows!) it comes back again in all it's glory just waiting for another round of adventure!!! There's probably an analogy out there that's more flattering.......hm. So Anna, here's to your welcome sighting in Ryan Library and for the hopes of many more flash encounters! Oh, and I recommend Secret Clinical Strength ;)

Day 16....the bird

Ouch, that's all I can say. So one of the last days in MN I decide to attempt to boost my ego and start on one ski for water skiiing. I'm able to drop one once I'm up, but never tried it from the water....this day was that day. After 5 attempts, the last one my arms tired and the boat yanked me forward, causing my right hand to smash against the perpendicular ski -------- pain.....and wishing I were dead. You know for such a small surface area, the nail has a lot of nerve endings and can cause a grown man (or woman) to beg for mercy. So there I was, floating like yesterday's dead fish in the water, cradling my poor injured finger, dignity shattered. For the next few days I may as well had gotten my hand mauled by a bear cause I was pretty much out of commission with that dominant hand. Almost a week later and I still feel the bruise, which has developed into a pretty gnarly looking black finger nail. Here's all to say that I am so grateful for healthy, in tact, colorless fingernails and the services they provide us each and every day. Can you imagine what life would be like fingernailless???? Pretty awful.....especially for those mosquito bites. So fingernails around the world......this one's for you.

Day 15...dweebessence

Ok, short n sweet. I was just chillin in the cabin the other day (namely, a week ago), and I was just minding my own, reading the Alchemist (great book), sippin some tea, when some kid comes in. My dear brother Kip......this is dedicated to one of your numerous traits ---- your dweebiness. Yes, I said it, you're a dweeb, can't do anything about it now huh!? Ok, back to the story, so I was minding my own when Kip rolls into the cabin feeling all pumped before skiing. Being that this cabin is of humble origins, it is very small and not equipped with a full sized gym (don't think that creative genius idea got past the drawing board). Therefore, little Kippy had to find a more creative way to stay yolked. So, after a few reps of breakfast chair lifts, he moved on to the more heavy duty equipment. stacking his feet on the couch (yuck) and the chair at arms length, he proceeded to do some elevated push ups.....this wasn't enough......did you know that a father's tackle box can also serve as a weight? Me either. With the tackle box on his back like a shelf, a few more push ups later.....the mini P90X makeshift workout was complete. So thanks for that Kip, it was my entertainment for about eehhhhh 10 minutes. I'm grateful for your ingenuity :)

Day 14...ode to an old man

This little gem is Robert - Bob - fisherman - father - grampa - grampa great - brother - friend - goober - ironman - sturdy - crush-you-if-you-hug-him-man......but I just like grampa. Take a look at this guy and guess how old he is......any takers? 78? 82? 88?...........this work of art turned 95 on July 9th, talk about some good genes! I know I have been horribly and inexcusably tardy on these posts, but Grampa was intended to be my post for July 9th. Grampa has been such a character in my life. See, I am only able to visit the great and glorious state of MN once every year to go up to the Corner and see every relative ever born....this guy included. My time spent with Grampa has been none other than wonderful - he makes me laugh, he makes me stand in awe (when he hauls loads of sticks and shrubbery to the burn pile and watches the fire reach 10 ft), he breaks my bones (when he hugs me.....never gets old), actually, HE never gets old and for that he makes me think he's a living wonder.........he's my gramps and I am so immensely thankful for this man and all that he has provided and for all of his love - he has made a legacy that spans 3 generations, this guy is a living legend. I love you Grampa - happy birthday!!!!

Day 13...lake placid....

 

The Fishermen!

Well today (technically July 8th) myself, pops, Kip (bro), Courtney (cousin), and Grandpa decided to take the pontoon out to fish. Now...I haven't fished in a coon's age, so my skills were less than sub par. However, I am pleased to note that I was the first person to get 2 bites within the first 20 minutes of our escapade.....granted, those 2 bites resulted in a 2 stolen minnow and a bruised pride - but hey, I was close! Our trip lasted about 2 hours, Courtney caught a perch (yay!) and Grandpa caught a small rock bass that he threw back. Besides that, most of the time was spent with my feet propped up, bobbing my pole up and down and enjoying the beautiful Big Turtle Lake scenery. Gosh, the lake was so peaceful! There was little conversation on the boat, a lot of the time was in silence; but sometimes you can hear a lot in the absence of noise. I was able to use my sense of sight and smell and hearing to truly experience the great northern wilderness. Ah....I can smell that warm summer air spiked with pine and water all the way in the cabin where I write. So on this day, I'm thankful for the peacefulness of fishing and the wonderful time spent not really doing anything!

Day 12...David Sedaris meets Big Turtle Lake

When people ask "Hey Skye, what is it you do up there in Minnesota?" I am often at a loss of what to say; for how many different ways can you say "Whelp, we hang out down by the lake, talk to the relatives, drink tea, and read a ton" and still make it sound exciting? After the 20 years (well, 21 counting inside the womb) of annual pilgrimage do this delightful vacation spot, I have yet to master the inevitable response. So I figure, this picture pretty much sums up my Minnesota vacation in a nutshell (imagine many a white-hair clad grandmother or great-uncle sitting 5 feet from me). Because I am here for a few more days yet, I need to disperse my "gratefulness" into specific topics (cause you can't just collectively say "I'm grateful for Minnesota" - there's too many wonderful things included in such a vague statement!). So....for day 12 of this project (and day 5 of my being in this delightful state) I am grateful for reading down at the beach (David Sedaris' When You Are Engulfed in Flames----hilarious, must read!) with my hot drink of choice, cocoa (in the ever so appropriate blue speckled tin camping mug). Hey thanks, white lawn chair, Swiss Cocoa powder (marshmallows included),  blue speckled tin mug, tree log coffee table (leftover from last night's campfire), David Sedaris (you've literally caused me to lose sphincter function), The North Face (for keeping me cozy), 5th grade moccasin slippers, Bemidji Woolen Mills Scarf.....am I missing anyone else??? And the Oscar goes to......