Minneapolis

I haven’t had it in me to write something meaty. So here are some scraps of stories and thoughts from the last few weeks. ::::: Just once, I would like to hear a country song in which the woman is driving and the man is riding shotgun. Come on. ::::: I know that I’ve recently changed…

When I moved to Minneapolis on July 3rd, if you would have told me that I wouldn’t leave again for 84 days, I would have keeled over dead. In the last five years, I’ve gotten used to the pattern of skipping town roughly every other week: some business, some weddings, a lot of adventures. My…

By nature, I’m a worrier, a worst-case-scenario projector, a catastrophizer. I have an extra hard time trusting that everything (or anything) is going to be okay. Last night I tossed and turned with about ten million anxieties on my brain, and woke up feeling like my life is a disaster (I suppose I’m a wee…

Here in Minneapolis, my financial situation is slightly different than it was in Colorado. I’ve always kept a pretty strict budget, but because of a few decisions I’ve made (with eyes wide open – none of this is coming as a surprise), these days I’m needing to batten down the hatches. And you know what? It…

This is the last week of Foxy’s trial run with Solid Gold food, and I’m happy to report that she’s continued to eat every single day. The past two days, she’s finished her bowl both in the morning and in the evening – and while she’s no Annie Parsons (breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner,…

My entire office takes the last two weeks of August off. It’s such a brilliant idea, because when everyone is out of the office, no one needs to catch up when we all return. Everything just… pauses… and then it starts again. I knew that this break was coming, so I thought about what I…

Wells Fargo Center Is this a beautiful building or what? And it glows gold at night! I made up a story in my head that it was built in the 1920s, since it’s so art deco – but alas, it went up in 1988. No one can say that nothing good came out of the…

I’m almost two months into my time in Minneapolis, and a thought keeps surfacing: did I make the right decision? Because I didn’t just move here – I moved here. I quit my job and took another one. I sold my house and bought another one. I drove everything I own across the country, moved…

If you know me even a little bit, you know that Foxy is my favorite thing in this whole world. For as much as a dog can fill the role, she’s the love of my life. So it breaks my heart to know that she is sad. This transition has been rough on my pup….

I’m a homeowner again – as in, fare thee well, all of my dollars. But for a most worthy cause. A few weeks ago, I traded the little sum I got from the sale of the Shotgun in Denver for a 1916 – farmhouse? Bungalow? Victorian? The official style is unclear, since different elements of…