It’s true. I’ve been a Minnesotan for over a year now, survived a winter even the natives are calling “brutal” and, in case you’re wondering, I’ve not yet adopted the dialect… dontcha know.
I’m working on a post where I’ll talk about all the things I’ve learned this last year: the differences between city folk and small town folk, what it’s like moving across the country, switching from a desert landscape to a snowy one, stuff like that there.
And by working on it, I mean I sometimes think about it. There may or may not be actual sentences written down.
In the meantime, below are some pictures of our recent trip with our kids. They came up for a visit and to escape Phoenix heat. We traveled over to Duluth for a few days as well as spent some time in the cities. (This is a true sign of Minnesotan: I now say things like, “We went to the cities.”)
Here’s a few from Duluth (click on an image to enlarge):
Note the big ship? When you see ships like that, you begin to realize just how big Lake Superior is.
Here’s the aerial bridge lowering once the ship passed through:
Gotta pity the poor cars who had to wait all that time for the bridge to come back down. It had to be at least 15 minutes from the time the bells first started ringing.
Speaking of which, they really don’t give you a lot of warning as to when the bridge is going to rise. On our last day there, we thought we’d walk across it.
Full disclosure: we had noticed a ship was coming but there was some debate on our part as to whether the bridge would have to rise for it or not. In any case, the walking light still showed “Walk” so we walked across.
It was at the halfway mark — and believe me, this is one long bridge — when the bells start sounding and a voice comes on telling us to “Get the hell off the bridge.”
Okay, so maybe he didn’t say those exact words. In any case, we got the hint and picked up our pace. Like, ran. We made it just in time before it started to rise.
Other than almost dying, it was a great trip. We toured a maritime museum, a whale back ship and a mansion, though I didn’t think to take pictures at any of them. I guess we were enjoying ourselves too much?
Though I got a picture of my ice cream:
On the left is Salted Licorice, on the right is Curry Caramel Cashew. Sounds weird, right? Yet they were delicious. Daughter had a scoop of Honey Chamomile in a cup of espresso. (Calming and invigorating.)
So then we went to the cities and hung out mostly in downtown St. Paul. Son said it was kind of like New York City but without all the people.
That’s me getting friendly with F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Did you know he was from St. Paul? It’s true!)
Charles Schultz is from Minnesota as well, so the whole Peanuts gang is hanging out in Landmark Park. That’s Husband discussing philosophy with Linus and Sally.
I have one other photo I simply must show you. After we dropped the kids off at the airport, Husband and I stopped at an antique shop in Elk River.
Where I found this guy!
Is he not the most glorious fella you’ve ever seen? I mean, he’s so charming holding the completely impractical planter I found at WalMart for five bucks.
Say, if any of you have any suggestions as to what I should name my froggy friend, let me know. Right now the leading contenders are Bowie, Elton, or Irving.
Alrighty, so now it’s time for the results of our poll. We really seemed to hit a nerve with this one. You people have some strong opinions on birthday parties for adults.
For a reminder, these were the questions:
As it turns out, 40% of you find parties childish while 32% of you accept them only if you’re hammered.
Only one person — one person mind you! — threatened to end our friendship over this. I found this heartening. (No one chose the final question.)
There was also a write-in option. These were the responses:
If we evaluate the overall intent, I think it’s safe to say none of these responses are in favor of parties. Though I want to pull out the final one:
I love to celebrate life, on any day. Blessed to be alive.
That’s the ticket, friends. Rather than reserve one day out of the year where we honor each other, how about we celebrate every day?
Though maybe without the noisemakers and pointy hats. Ain’t no one in favor of those.
To all of you who took our poll — and waited so patiently for the results — thank you for playing.
Now go eat some cake and start celebrating life. 🙂