Greetings, Friends!

Well, the hubster got his storm on Lake Superior! Granted, he was not in a boat or, in fact, on the water. We stayed but a stone’s throw away from that cold, slate colored lake on which Duluth and Superior share harbors. Just three blocks away from the famous Aerial Lift Bridge, we were steps from the sandy beach.

Which was covered with snow.

Yep. The storm we got had snow in it. Not too much, but enough to make you think twice about just which street you chose to drive down to Superior Street from up by UM Duluth!

I had originally put in an order for windy weather, but you know how that goes. The wind was blowing west to east, so, out toward the lake. No whitecaps to be seen. And it was howling around the house and sculpting the snowdrifts in the back, but no crashing waves for this trip.

I’m okay with this,

And, even more importantly, the hubster was okay with this.

We are looking forward to our return trip!!

We learned a lot on this trip. There is another entrance/exit to the Duluth-Superior harbor called, of course, Wisconsin Point. It’s the continuation of the original sand bar which became Minnesota Point, or Park Point. The Corps of Engineers made the natural break wider and deeper for the lakers, the ships that haul goods among the Great Lakes but are too deep to make it through the St. Lawrence Seaway. Oreboats, vertical bowed with black or iron red hulls are the prime examples of these.

Unlike Minnesota Point which has people living all over it, Wisconsin Point is stark and wild. We spotted a healthy fox cross the road in front of us. He looked a lot plumper than the fox in our neighborhood a few years ago. That one looked hungry and had mange that made him look chilly. This one, on Wisconsin Point could have modeled for a magazine cover for Foxes’ Quarterly.

Another thing we experienced was a trip to Lake Superior Art Glass to watch the glass blowing. Both of us are fascinated by the process and enjoy watching “Blown Away” on Netflix. You can stand outside or inside and still hear the blower describe what he’s doing.

A third highlight was finally visiting Hannah Johnson Fabrics in Duluth. Oh. My. Goodness. Within five minutes I had asked if I could live there. They said I could.

Sorry, got interrupted. The hubster just came in and said he needed me.

For ballast.

Sigh.

Anyway, the Duluth trip was a success and now I need to take a nap, because every night I kept waking up every two hours to go out to the living room and stare out at the lake and the lights of Duluth. In moonlight, clouds, windy, snowy, it was constantly un-constant. Mercurial, as a friend said.

And well worth losing a little sleep over.

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The hubster continues to wear his welding cap. He’s not welding anymore. It’s designed to keep his hair from catching on fire.

He thinks it looks good on him.

I disagree.

I am trying valiantly not to say anything.

Yeah, that’s not working out so well.

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Have you ever had one leg inside your slacks and when you tried to put your other leg in, you flipped the bottom half of the remaining slack leg INTO the very leg you’re trying to put on?

Or is it just me?

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And last but not least, ripping out stitches seems to be my main skill as of late. Before we left, it was ripping out quilting. On more than one quilt!!!! On the trip it became six of the twelve inches I had knit on the back of a gray cardigan.

Sigh.

Now I am glad that I ripped out those stitches and somehow got them back on the needle while in a moving car. If I had continued, I would be using two wrongs to make a right and we all know that won’t work.

But I’m plenty good at ripping out now, so can I stop practicing it?

Just asking.

Time for a nap. Have a Wonderful Winter Weekend coming up. Drink some hot cocoa. Cover up in a warm blanket. Eat a candy cane. Smile more. Watch an old movie. Hug yourself.

Love,

Janet