Greetings once more blogpickers! Yes, 'tis I BlogMeister David once more. I am sitting here in the passenger seat of the car again writing to you. James is driving (as usual, though I was allowed to drive for about an hour today...huzzah!) so I thought I would end your suspense and tell you about the next part of our trip.
We just passed Minneapolis (hey Miss Janet!) and are now on our way to Garrison, centre of the universe. From there it will be a short trip to "The Cabin of Childhood Dreams and Escapades". Well, the cabin of endless family holidays and fights with sisters might be a little more accurate. So let me tell you more because I am convinced that you, dear reader, are beside yourself with anticipation as to why we, your intrepid friends, are heading here.
As you will recall James and I went back to the UK to get married last year (if you really haven't been paying attention then I suggest you check out the blog archives and catch yourself on). Well, to cut a long story short, it was all a bit expensive, what with a seven course dinner and a country house. So this year we decided that we needed something a little less expensive. One evening James came home from work and started talking about the cabin that he used to go to when he was a young boy...basically every year from the age of 0-16. He mentioned that he might like to go back and visit, especially now that his parents are no longer alive and his dad can't terrorize him to go wrestling, or to participate in some other such manly activity which would be pure anathema to any soft and sensitive boy (though certainly less scary than kissing girls). I sat there , listened and thought to myself...
"That was 41 years ago....ha. The place will now be either a supermarket, a bingo hall, or a microbiology centre dedicated to growing super strong plants that will save the world from certain destruction by aliens riding llamas". (Good idea for a movie, huh...Llamas vs Triffids...rocking!)
Well, dear reader. As you have by now probably surmised, I was wrong. Very wrong. In fact we are at this very moment on a freeway hurtling towards a date with destiny with nary a flux capacitor or a Delorean to hand. I am about to be transported back in time to the VERY SAME CABIN BY THE LAKE FROM 41 YEARS AGO. We are destined to spend 1 week here, and, providing that the bugs (which I am sure will be the size of planes) don't get me first, we will have a very informative, educational, and reflective visit. We are going to go fishing, hiking, biking, and possibly flower picking (if I can work that into the schedule to neutralize some of the testosterone that will be lacing the air). It will, dear reader, be fun.
So there you have it. You can be sure that I will be blogging regularly on how thing progress. I am so gripped by the impending excitement that I will even be tweeting about it. Those of you who are of the Twittering persuasion will be able to follow me on Twitter as dnmartin98 if you choose to do so.
After all, you wouldn't want to miss anything would you?
Watch this space.....
Big love,
D&J
We just passed Minneapolis (hey Miss Janet!) and are now on our way to Garrison, centre of the universe. From there it will be a short trip to "The Cabin of Childhood Dreams and Escapades". Well, the cabin of endless family holidays and fights with sisters might be a little more accurate. So let me tell you more because I am convinced that you, dear reader, are beside yourself with anticipation as to why we, your intrepid friends, are heading here.
As you will recall James and I went back to the UK to get married last year (if you really haven't been paying attention then I suggest you check out the blog archives and catch yourself on). Well, to cut a long story short, it was all a bit expensive, what with a seven course dinner and a country house. So this year we decided that we needed something a little less expensive. One evening James came home from work and started talking about the cabin that he used to go to when he was a young boy...basically every year from the age of 0-16. He mentioned that he might like to go back and visit, especially now that his parents are no longer alive and his dad can't terrorize him to go wrestling, or to participate in some other such manly activity which would be pure anathema to any soft and sensitive boy (though certainly less scary than kissing girls). I sat there , listened and thought to myself...
"That was 41 years ago....ha. The place will now be either a supermarket, a bingo hall, or a microbiology centre dedicated to growing super strong plants that will save the world from certain destruction by aliens riding llamas". (Good idea for a movie, huh...Llamas vs Triffids...rocking!)
Well, dear reader. As you have by now probably surmised, I was wrong. Very wrong. In fact we are at this very moment on a freeway hurtling towards a date with destiny with nary a flux capacitor or a Delorean to hand. I am about to be transported back in time to the VERY SAME CABIN BY THE LAKE FROM 41 YEARS AGO. We are destined to spend 1 week here, and, providing that the bugs (which I am sure will be the size of planes) don't get me first, we will have a very informative, educational, and reflective visit. We are going to go fishing, hiking, biking, and possibly flower picking (if I can work that into the schedule to neutralize some of the testosterone that will be lacing the air). It will, dear reader, be fun.
So there you have it. You can be sure that I will be blogging regularly on how thing progress. I am so gripped by the impending excitement that I will even be tweeting about it. Those of you who are of the Twittering persuasion will be able to follow me on Twitter as dnmartin98 if you choose to do so.
After all, you wouldn't want to miss anything would you?
Watch this space.....
Big love,
D&J
No comments:
Post a Comment