Rhubarb

June 15, 2014 § 6 Comments

It’s Father’s Day. And raining. So making a rhubarb cake for Dad is today’s big indoor adventure.

Rhubarb

 

North Country Snowshoe

December 29, 2013 § 4 Comments

Northern Minnesota

Snowshoeing with Dad on one of the last beautiful mornings of the year

Jaurnte (Art in June): Day Twenty-Three

June 23, 2013 § 6 Comments

Parents in town. Art with Dad. Art with Mom.

This morning, Dad and I scampered to the Guthrie Theater, celebrating its 50th anniversary today with a huge community celebration. We loaded up on free Target gear (e.g., sunglasses, bags o’ candy) and took a backstage tour where, halfway through, I was informed I wasn’t allowed to take photos. Whoops. Here are a few that made it past security.

Backstage hallway

Backstage hallway

Dressing room

Dressing room

Inside-out view from backstage

Inside-out view from backstage

Set construction

Set construction

Prop room dragon

Prop room dragon

Dad by the Stone Arch Bridge sporting his Target swag

Dad by the Stone Arch Bridge sporting his Target swag

This afternoon, Mom and I took the Summit Avenue Garden Stroll, a biannual tour of some of the most beautiful gardens on one of the most picturesque streets in the United States. Predicted rain stayed away and we were able to enjoy all 12 featured gardens before returning home and napping. Colorful highlights follow.

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Jaurnte (Art in June): Day Sixteen

June 16, 2013 § 2 Comments

I didn’t select a specific art destination today. Instead, my brother and I made a quick trip to Lake Superior’s North Shore to meet our parents and treat Dad to a Father’s Day lunch at a favorite restaurant, the New Scenic Cafe.

Art popped up throughout the day, mostly at the cafe and in Duluth. The cafe currently features watercolor paintings by sisters ages 8 and 10. The garden out front and the lake view are as beautiful as any painting, drawing, sculpture, or photograph one could create. Many would consider the cafe’s cuisine artistic as well. I wish I would have taken a photo of the dish I ordered — ahi tuna and avocado in crispy shells with a peanut slaw on the side.

We returned home this evening, where I’m about to continue working on a short story I need to complete by July 1. Then I’ll grab a book and call this Art in June day complete.

P.S. A merry Father’s Day to everyone, especially my Dad. Hope your photographer is more adept at taking family portraits than ours.

Lake Superior

Lake Superior

New Scenic Cafe garden

New Scenic Cafe garden

Mom learning how to use an iPhone

Mom learning how to use an iPhone

Mom failing to take a usable picture with an iPhone

Mom failing to take a usable picture with an iPhone

Mom! No!

Mom! No!

Poppies by Ruby

Poppies by Ruby

Art by Ruby

Art by Ruby

DeWitt-Seitz alley in Duluth's Canal Park

DeWitt-Seitz alley in Duluth’s Canal Park

One-Hundred-Six

April 16, 2013 § 4 Comments

One-Hundred-Six

Dad took me to a greasy spoon for lunch. The wall art? Exceptional.

If The Weather Channel Really Wanted to Make Mom Happy on Her Birthday, It Would Bring Back Heather Tesch

April 11, 2013 § 4 Comments

My sweet-as-pie mom turns another year older today.

Did I ever tell you that Mom knows the full names of every anchor/reporter on The Weather Channel and comments regularly on wardrobes and weights (“I think Jen might be pregnant”)? She worries when one is missing or bumped into a less desirable time slot (“I’m concerned they’ve replaced Heather Tesch with some young no-talent hipster”). And for the record, she does not enjoy waking up with Al, so let’s just cancel that monstrosity, shall we?

Her body rhythms are set to when the “Local on the 8s” and “Weekly Planner” segments air, and usually the remote is within her immediate reach so she can hit “Power” at the magic moment. However, she often gets engrossed in telling a story about her hair or why she swears she will never, ever watch “Dancing with the Stars” again. She’ll casually look at the clock, jump, and lament loudly how it’s 10:22 and two minutes of the “Weekly Planner” are lost to the cruel vagaries of time. Instead she’ll have to sit patiently for another hour to find out if it’s going to rain five days from now.

Mom’s despondent if she forgets to empty the rain gauge before the next downpour or sprinkle (either counts), and she drives Dad batty in autumn when the temperature dips below freezing and she drags him out of bed to help cover her multiple flower beds with old sheets and pillowcases.

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Back in the days when Mom didn’t make Dad cover the flowers late at night — December 1972

Of course, Mom’s personality and interests stretch beyond weather. The reasons why I love her are plentiful. She became active in the women’s movement and did so in a community where it wasn’t fashionable or appreciated. Mom also earned a master of social work so she could help victims of domestic abuse. She’s made us proud. She also:

  • Relates a brief story the longest way possible.
  • Attends more rock concerts than her daughter (Aerosmith, Springsteen, The Stones, Tom Petty, Dylan, Paul Simon – I’m sure I’ve missed several).
  • Recognizes raw reporting skills bred from the upstart Duluth TV stations, proudly watching her favorite wet-behind-the-ears talents move up in the world (e.g., Sven Sundgaard, Edward Moody).
  • Knows the answer to every grammar question I toss at her.
  • Tends her beautiful, beloved gardens devotedly.
  • Takes care of me when I’m sick or downhearted.
  • Creates exceptional egg and potato dishes – potato salad, scalloped potatoes, egg salad, deviled eggs.
  • Worries about her family — if it’s heading toward midnight and I haven’t uploaded my daily blog post yet, she assumes the worst, calling or emailing to ensure I’m safe and okay. It’s good to be loved.

On top of that, she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world. I know she dislikes growing older. Yet she is so young in spirit that all my visions of her are full of light and silliness and laughter. For that, she deserves a lifetime of happiness and love.

And I love her dearly.

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Christmas 2010

Ninety

March 31, 2013 § Leave a comment

Ninety

The Easter basket I’ve had since toddlerhood, still filled every year by Mom and Dad (and always Peep-less, thank goodness)

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