I didn’t know what to expect from our long weekend trip to Minneapolis, but for some reason I suspected that I would leave the city happy to have acquainted myself with the metropolis, but generally all right with just being pen pals. The sorts of pals that send each other greeting cards around the holidays and maybe check in on favored social media accounts around birthday times. Etc. Etc.
It’s a good thing to tour a new city. It’s a better thing to tour a new city with a good friend who knows where all the cool kids hang out.
Last weekend we spent a couple of days getting to know Minneapolis, Minnesota. The land of 10,000 lakes, if the state license plate is to be believed. Both of us have actually been to Minneapolis before, Dan for business and me on a family road trip many moons ago (I just crunched the numbers and “many moons” in this instance equals approximately 240 moons; now that’s a wowza for you). So for this trip we built in a few days to explore the metropolis and see what’s what in the fair city.
To celebrate the kick-off to the last year of my twenties, my family kidnapped me. With love. My mother took the endeavor very much to heart and proclaimed I must be blindfold with a pillowcase “because that’s just how it’s done.” (Since reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn for book club she has been channeling Tom Sawyer just a little bit.) I evaded said blindfolding, and with three successive rings of the door bell all the family ladies were here and off we went.
But first, the monthly shoutout to my fellow 10-on-10ers:
OK, now off we go.
To a magic school bus. Banjo Billy’s Bus Tours is sort of a cross between the actual Magic School Bus (Ms. Frizzle, what up) and something maybe the Beatles would have rented to explore the wonders of Colorado.
My inability to keep plant life living has been fairly well documented. It’s a bleak history, and though they say history is written by the winners I’m going to keep it real here today. I am horrible at nurturing plants. They all die. It may take
a whole month a little while, but inevitably I kill them off. Dead as a doornail.
So that’s why, on a recent visit to IKEA to track down a bookshelf, I instead walked out with a cactus.
And a throw pillow. As one does.
Hello, you fine folks, we are back with another new month and another 10-on-10 post. I promise there are more updates coming this way soon. Really and truly. But for today, I have to keep it short and sweet. We’ve been working hard around these parts with work and assignments and big projects and little projects and house guests, so unfortunately I don’t have too much time to chat at the moment. So here’s to business!
My youngest sister, Elise, is an ocean expert. In particular she loves sharks. Meanwhile, I am downright terrified of the sharks. They can have their ocean, I’ll keep to the land. The land-locked land. That is, the land of Colorado. But Elise, her dream is to go diving with her fine-finned friends. If you need an ocean fact, she has a wealth of them. So it seemed only fitting to celebrate her February birthday with a visit to the aquarium.