Lazy Days Up North

We’re sun kissed and wind burnt, gorged on sweet corn and relaxing on a lake near Fergus Falls, Minnesota.  Others may disagree, but this haven created by my inlaws is a world apart from the one I knew in the Twin Cities. I love the solitude in this corner of the world. The kids can be as loud as they want and there is no one to bother. 

I went for a jog this morning and saw five cars in my thirty minute crawl, each of whom waved.  This is not the home we left behind, rather it is one we enjoy visiting.

If the phone rings, it’s not for me.  Which is fine, there are no calls I want to take.  There is no high speed connection and the thought of dealing with dial up is frankly too much hassle for this spoiled princess of the innertubes. Pictures will come, but not today.

The baby naps in the shade as I sit with an unread book in hand and watch as the boys practice their fishing, drowning hapless worms 

Sorry fellas, better luck next time.

We are engaged in a frenzy of hedonism, consuming every drop of pleasure from these long summer days and dropping into bed as the waning Sturgeon moon keeps watch over the loons on the lake.