model material

For the past three days, grandma has been in the hospital with a twisted intestine. Driving back and fourth from Hibbing to Duluth, has been the main course of events for me. This evening I managed to view on the drive, multiple firework shows near the road, including a glowing barrage of fireflies meeting my windshield. It's situations like these on holidays that I really remember. I don't remember the perfects years, where everything goes as planned. Monotony is comforting, but it also has a way of meshing life together.


 Grandma is a whole different person when she is having coffee withdrawals  Holy cow... there will be a lot of catching up when this whole mess is over.


My mother sent home with me, a box of amazing old family photographs. I just have to mention that (what the heck!!) my mother and grandmother have always been model material.  They are way too modest to admit it though.

Love this photo

Nopeming

Her name was Ida. 

 I was perhaps seven or eight years old. I remember going to visit Ida at Nopeming. I remember wearing a brown homemade dress with yellow flowers on it, that mom made for me. Mom would have us kids visit and sing with a couple of the old folks here when we were just little kids. I never liked it. I never liked to sing. 

My friend stated tonight, as we walked the grounds, how fast things fall apart without humans. This place has only been closed for a decade but it looks like much more time has elapsed since it has been usable. 

Things fall apart without humans.... And they fall apart very quickly. 

I had to buy chocolate and coffee tonight after this escapade. 

Can I sing to them now? 

Artist block

I hate the feeling of not knowing where to go next. Every couple months, I shut down because my

brain decides that life is better without feeling. I disagree with it, but until it revives itself, I might be on my own without its handy pathos hand to guide me. 

Farm tools, coffee cans, and a polyester wedding dress