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10,000 Lakes – Give or Take

I moved to the land of 10,000 lakes, and happen to live near one of those lakes.  It’s right across the street from me.  I get to enjoy it from the windows and balcony of my apartment building.  Enjoying the view of the lake is probably all one can do.  It isn’t a very big lake.  It doesn’t have any beaches, or docks.  It’s not conducive to swimming, or boating.  In fact, it probably isn’t really a lake at all.  I think it’s a pond.  A really big pond.  Big enough for people who are looking to  own lake front property and build big houses.

All the really good lakes must have been taken, because now folks are down to buying  pond-front property.  The “pond front” subdivision is relatively new.  Half a dozen houses just built or still in the stages of being built snuggle up all around this pond.  They aren’t lake cottages, or modest homes like the rest of the neighborhood; no, these are monster size homes.  Three levels, vaulted ceilings, granite countertops, four-car garages, and elaborate decks.

Now, there really is nothing wrong with having lake front property, or having a big house.  I have relatives who live in this environment, and they enjoy it very much.  When I visit, I enjoy it too.   There is one difference though.  Their  houses are not bigger than the lakes.  They live near real lakes, big lakes, with beaches and boats, water skiing, swimming, and fishing.  If I were rich, I would definitely have a home on the shores of the ocean, or the Great Lakes or  maybe even a big lake.  In the meanwhile, I am content to life across the street from the water.

Taxes are cheaper.


How to Drive Yourself Nuts


Okay.  I have mentioned it before, but several weeks ago, Hubby and I up and decided to move to Minnesota to be near our grandchildren.  We’re good at impulsive decision-making.  Well, maybe I should say we’re prone to making impulsive decisions.  We are also not ones to waste a lot of time once we made a decision.  The next weekend we drove to Minnesota to do some apartment shopping.  We found one we liked and applied for it.

I’ll admit, it has been harrowing just sitting around here, waiting to see if we passed the background check.  Finally, we got the good word.  We were accepted!  My immediate reaction was to start collecting boxes… lots and lots of boxes.

I think the wait was a good thing.  It gave us time to start thinking intelligently.  This moving business is no small step.  We moved from our big family home in the country to an apartment in town just two years ago, but that was a move of only one mile.  Our biggest challenge was downsizing.  Freecycle and an industrial dumpster took care of that little task. One stop at the post office took care of the address issues.  Everything else stayed the same.

But now, we’re moving to a different state.  The several hundred miles between here and there has raised a few more details that will need attention.

  • Only one trip, so everything has to fit into one truck.  More downsizing.
  • Better packing.  We can’t just throw things willy-nilly into the back of the car and zip on over to the apartment to unload.
  • Moving out-of-state means new license plates for the car.
  • A new state means we have to get new driver’s licenses.  Do I have to take another driving test?  (I may have to reconsider this move…)
  • We have to find new doctors.  Rats, we really like the ones we are with now.
  • Along with new doctors, we will need to find a new pharmacy.  What are the chances that we will find a nice, friendly, independently owned pharmacy that allows it’s customers to “put it on a charge account”, and phone in their need for a refill?
  • New insurance agents
  • New credit union
  • New cell phone coverage
  • New car mechanic
  • New vet for Mandy
  • New pet groomer for Mandy.
  • and on, and on, and on…

Hmmm… it does seem as though we have established a few roots in this area.  I guess it’s inevitable when you have lived in one place for 18 years.  There will be people and places that we will miss when we move.  But I am excited about sending down a few new roots in Minnesota!

The Waiting Game

Yesterday we went shopping.  Thoughts of moving to Minnesota have set visions of Arctic blizzards in the head of Papa Bear, and he has finally conceded that he needs a new winter coat.  After all, it is his job to take the dog out;  and if we move to the Arctic winters of Minnesnota, he wants to be ready.  I recall the same mindset years ago when we moved from temperate Seattle to wild Wisconsin.  Papa Bear remembered tales his mother had told about blinding blizzards on the prairie farm where she grew up.   Winter weather had him a bit nervous that first year.

That’s one way to get him into a nice looking, warm winter jacket.  No rips, holes,  smells, or blood stains from butchering turkeys.

Last weekend we went to visit the children in northern Minnesota, and scout out the apartment scene.  Strange, but apparently in a big touristy region, they don’t find the need for many apartments.  The pickings weren’t plentiful.  It seemed we had a choice between meth-lab neighbors, or high-rise high rent apartments.  Finally we were just driving aimlessly around the general area we were interested in.  The was one possibility left.  Online research had not been promising on this one, but we were getting discouraged.  We stopped to take a look.  And wouldn’t you know it, after showing us four different available apartments, the last one was the one that said ‘home’.  Oh! the manager forgot to mention – if we sign a year’s lease, we get a discount on the rent!

Wonderful, glorious, heaven-sent!

We just need to pass a thorough background check and have our application approved…

They seem a little paranoid in Minnesnota.

Maybe they are just fussy about who they let stay in their winter wonderland.

So, for a week we have been back, here at home, just sitting in limbo. Waiting.  Will we be accepted?  Should we start packing?  How much should we weed out, and leave behind?  Do I give notice at the station?  And what if they say ‘NO’?

I really hate this waiting in limbo.  Once again I know that God is giving me an opportunity to practice patience and trust.  Trust that the Lord will make things work for us according to His Good Measure.  And patience – because it will all come to pass in God’s Good Time.

At least we got Papa Bear ready for winter – where ever!

Call of the Sirens

Do you remember the Greek Myths about Ulysses and the call of the Sirens?  The song of the Sirens was irresistable to anyone who heard it.  Mariners were called to their destruction.  With a little foreknowledge and advice, Ulysses and his men safely made it past the island of the Sirens.

Ulysses and his men may have escaped the Sirens’ call by putting wax in their ears, but Bubba and Nana haven’t been as pre-prepared as Ulysses and his crew.   When the Sirens call – or rather when the grandkids call – we have a difficult time not responding.  And our grandkids all live far, far, away.  It’s a strong song they sing!

And so, Bubba and Nana find themselves once again contemplating loading up the ole wagon and hitting the trail west to the grandkids.


Right now we live in a very nice apartment, in a very nice little town where we have lived for 18 years.  The children have all grown up and scattered with the wind.  We live here alone, with no family near by.   We love our apartment, our little town is pleasant, and the standard of living is within our means.  But the calling song of our grandchildren has suddenly become too strong to ignore.  We want to move to be close to them.  We want to be  a regular part of their childhood.

We have moved four times in the past, one of them being cross-country.  All of them had been spur of the moment moves.  This may be more of the same.  Bubba and I are traveling west this next week to seek available housing.  It’s probably a good thing we still haven’t unpacked everything from the last move!

I’ll keep you posted on all developments!