just Mankato

Travis pointed out to me after moving in that the only photo I have in a frame on display is one of Kevin Costner and Madeline Stowe. He also suggested that I consider therapy because this may be known to psychiatrists as a form of displacement in the form of parental figures.

This quick update will unlikely be quick at all, despite having to be to work in an hour and a half. I don't know if I told you, but if you haven't noticed over the course of the last 11 weeks, I had a sort of constipated/slouched look on my face that sometimes yelled "I don't know where the hell I am." This is the byproduct of a gerund I conjured up last April where I thought it might be physically/mentally/emotionally possible for me to have two jobs again for the course of a summer. This time though, I'd be in Princeton, MN (or the Old Country) M-TH waking up at 4 to be to work at 5 until 3 in the afternoon, then driving 128 miles to Mankato, MN to work at the Grizzlebee's F-SU. I worked every day of the week for 11 weeks, sleeping on couches and in strangers beds. (Sidenote: Thank you Matt Vercant, though I hope we don't ever meet in person, your bed was sufficient to my needs).

On Thursday of last week (Aug. 2nd), I retired from my day job of building cabinet doors. Friday I packed and visited an old friend, and Saturday (Aug. 4th) I relocated quasi-permanently to Mankato. I've just uncovered the mystery of the missing underwear this morning after having been moved into my new abode at 211 for almost a week. A weight of curiosity has been lifted from me. From here on out, it's good times of Home Brewing Honey-Bee and Fat Tire Ales with Pete, Cooking with Jen, and feet resting on the rail of our porch.