My life of late has been joyful and hectic. Alexis and Curtis were married June 8th here in Minneapolis. It all turned out so beautifully that we are still basking in the glow. It truly took a village to make the wedding festivities such fun events. I worked full time subbing in St. Louis Park and Edina most of March through May, ending the school year by being fired from Edina Public Schools (more on this story in a future blog). Then last week, Harry came down with shingles. He is suffering quietly, as is his way, and I have decided shingles is not something I ever want to experience. I would not suffer so quietly, as we all know.
Our bizarre weather here in the northland has caused much havoc for people who became the victims of flooded basements, days of no power, and trees that uprooted and fell on cars and houses and garages. Our friends Brian and Vicki, and my sisters Julie and Ardee and their families all felt the brunt of three days of torrential summer rain, wind and hail. They all used my mother's tired old phrase, "Well remember, things could always be worse," but things were pretty worse for all of them. Our young friends with premature twins and a two year old have had their trials too. Kristi and Tony are going through a very difficult stretch as they struggle to meet all the needs of their beautiful children.
So, with all this in mind, I am off to paradise. Granted, a hot paradise. The ten-day forecast for Cabo is in the mid to high nineties, but this time I will be lying on the beach, not standing outside on the hot pavement for 30 minutes each day in the scorching heat while loading rich, entitled children into $75,000 SUVs. Our destination is a resort on the Pacific side of the peninsula called Pueblo Bonita. Linda says George Clooney's and Bill Gates' digs are within view from our windows. Can this really be true? I will report from Los Cabos next week when the word hectic may no longer be part of my vocabulary.
