Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Where We Last Left Off

"Palm Kids" flag...the newest addition to the Lake Side Treehouse

We are driving through Hannibal, Missouri. Their water tower has “America’s Hometown” painted on it. I think they painted that phrase to try to convince themselves and others to think of that phrase more than Hannibal Lector, crazed, fictional murderer. Good try team, I still think of crazed, fictional murderer.

Well, I think the best bet right now is to start where we last left off. Profound, I know. After Minneapolis, we went back up to Bemidji and got ready to head to Canada for the Fourth of July weekend. My aunt and uncle have a place in Lake of the Woods (click here for Google map) and we try to go up there with my folks every summer. It’s a lovely, relaxing, fish-catching, blueberry-picking type of place. We also invited Jayson’s sister, Mel, and her fiancé, Mike, to join us. We have spent zero time with Mike, as living in India does get in the way of meeting and spending time with fiancés. So why not go to an Island in Canada to do the whole big brother, protective, checking the fiancé out thing? Perfect. We had a great weekend doing the things we love there, had fun watching Mike dive right into our family of six, and so look forward to standing up with them when they get married in a month.

Congratulations on catching the big one from Auntie Mel and Mike

On July 5 we headed down to Rockford, Illinois, “Jayson’s Hometown” (not necessarily on the water tower, but true nonetheless). I so love the mutual exchange of glad emotions in seeing family and friends that we haven’t seen for at least a year and half, if not upwards of three years. Also in Rockford, I met something that did a number on me. Possibly love at first sight... Our friends the McIntosh’s, who were out of town and graciously opened their house to us, had the washing machine and dryer of my dreams...

Pretty spicy dreams, eh? Anyway. The picture speaks for itself, but I must tell you the best part of the whole washing experience was, when the dryer finished, there was this lullaby like melody that sounded - not the abrasive dying goat/duck bleat that usually transpires. So, I looked at Jayson, with stars in my eyes, while petting the machines and asked him if I could have these when we move back. Pretty please?

On Friday, the 9th, we headed in to Chicago for the little girl mecca that beats all little girl meccas, American Girl Place. With their American Girl dolls in arm, Ani, Sydney, Mary, and Emma (their cousins), shopped and dined all afternoon in sensory overload. It was such a great memory made with all the Palm girls and cousins. Thanks Lorraine for a wonderful day.

On to St. Louis. Saturday, the 10th, through this morning, the 15th. St. Louis houses - among other people - Jayson’s sister, Julie, her husband, Chad, their girls, Mary and Emma, Jayson’s folks, Jay and Lorraine, and (moving in a month to Nashville) Jayson’s sister, Mel. His family are great hosts of fun and cousin frenzy. We zoo’d, we swam, we children museum’d, we partied, we dined and we just always wish that we lived closer. We are so glad that we don’t have to say goodbye, but that we all get to see each other at Mel’s wedding. Whew, goodbyes can be dreadful. Glad not to partake quite yet.

Mt. Pleasant, Iowa, is in 15 minutes. If I were to choose to live in Mt. Pleasant or Hannibal, I’d choose Mt. Pleasant.

I am very conscience of the fact that I am not doing any sort of reflecting in this blog. It’s more like a laundry list of our whereabouts. Other than a few moments here and there, we have been all people, all the time. Which is absolutely marvelous and I wouldn’t want to change it. But the all people, all the time thing, does lead me to little reflection, therefore, in this blog there will be no deep thinking allowed.

So, in six hours we are to arrive at my Grandma’s for an overnight stay. We will take her house from a sweet Sunday afternoon drive to the European Autobahn in about two seconds. Six more hours of peace Grandma, soak it up.


Pat Oldham said...

Could Hannibal be called that because it was the boyhood home of Samuel Clemens, aka., Mark Twain? It provided the backdrop for a lot of his fiction and, in that sense, reflected a very real sense of what life was like in the American South . It does seem pretty auspicious but it embodied the hot languid atmosphere of life on the Mississippi.

Pat O

Natalie Beckwith said...

Thanks for the lack of deep reflection. I was too tired for it anyway.

Sarah said...

One of my closest friends from moody was from my pleasant Iowa... Love allof your blog entries!