This could really tend to make one a bit on the crabby side but I guess there's nothing to do but suck it up and deal with it. Our plan of attack for the weekend was to bring the RV up to the house and start loading, but let me give you a clue - that's not going to happen today. And tomorrow we'll end up spending a better portion of the day clearing out the driveway. Oh, if I could only convince Ole to move south on a permanent basis. I'm just too old to deal with all this anymore, and besides it makes my bones ache!!
Now, if most of you haven't figured it out by now, I'm going to tell you a secret. I'm sure you've all heard of the movie Fargo, haven't you? Well, I'm going to admit that I live in that area. NOT in the city itself, but somewhere in the surrounding area. I hate to admit it, but it's true.
I have a story to tell you about that, and then I'll get back to the point I was going to make.
Several years ago Ole and I took a trip to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan - to the farthest point north that we could get to - Copper Harbor. It was in October and it was just beautiful. We pulled the motorcycle trailer behind the RV, so the Harley was the only transportation that we had. One afternoon we stopped in a little bar in Copper Harbor, all dressed in our leathers of course, and started visiting with some of the locals. We had a grand time and seemed to be nicely accepted by the folks. A while later a man and his lady friend walked in and sat down. She was dripping with fine jewels, dressed to the nines and was much younger than her sugar daddy. He was dressed in a very expensive sweater (and pants of course) and pulled out a roll of cash almost as big around as my wrist, peeled off some money and told the bartender to buy a round for the house. They were from Chicago and had come to Copper Harbor to buy property and have a vacation home built. He started visiting with Ole and me because it was obvious that we weren't from the U.P. either. When he found out we were from the Fargo area he immediately started talking about the movie, and his first statement to us was, "If you're from Fargo, then talk like that!" I quickly informed him that we didn't know how and that most of the local Fargo residents had found that movie quite insulting when it came out. He made a few other cracks about the folks from the Upper Midwest, downed and drink and left. Needless to say, after he had made his exit the local folks in the bar had a lot to say about him, too. And it wasn't very nice.
Now, back to the point I was going to make - that is if I can remember it.
Oh, yes. Now there's not only a movie out about Fargo, but there's a song and you really need to listen to it. Click here: http://froggyweb.com:80/?p=1744
It's sure a good thing all of us living here have a good sense of humor. You have to have to live here.