Well, that was fun. It was a productive summer, but a long one. I had twelve things on my to-do list, and I ended up crossing off eleven. The only problem was that we hadn't done much goofing off, which started to feel like a real problem. We had a long weekend come up with nothing on the calendar, so we decided to take a trip to the Apostle Islands in Lake Superior.
Yeah, I'm growing old, too, and am reminded almost daily, if not weekly, to slow down and enjoy life and living. While I'm not much of a list maker, thinking that the reasons for them are the hopefully eventual black marks through the various listings, I've now experienced three trips to Nebraska for the crane migrations, toured Aldo Leopold's sand farm and cabin, and sat on his little bench at a bend of the Wisconsin River. Next year we've booked a long boat on the Danube. For as you know, you grow old only once, and working chocolate out of a graying beard is a dividend of ageless wonder.