Those stitches in my head, installed last weekend in Story City, Iowa, came out today at my usual health provider. I wish it had been my splint coming off, but the splint is God’s way of saying, “Have I got your attention yet?” And of course the answer is no, so two more weeks with that.
My regular PA wasn’t available, so I saw another one, a very nice looking young woman. It was obvious she found me intensely attractive, but as is my wont I did not take advantage of her innocence.
I was down in Iowa for the weekend, not playing Viking but visiting family. They served steak for Sunday lunch, and my sister-in-law had to cut my meat up for me. Meanwhile, her daughter was cutting up her infant grandson’s food as well.
Thus life turns on its slow lazy susan, and what you gain on the swings you lose on the roundabouts.
On the way home I got a call from my realtor. He had been called by a lady in the gift shop at a rest stop in northern Iowa. Someone had found my wallet there (I still haven’t figured out how I dropped it), and she found his number on a card in it. He’d called the dean of the Bible school, who’d called my former boss, who gave him my cell phone number. It added better than an hour to my trip, but I got the wallet back, all money intact.
This is the upper midwest. The rules are different here.
Go Midwesterners! In China you would go to the police dept. if you lost something knowing full well it would never find you again and then get an earful about how you should be more careful with your belongings from the cops. People in China love to tell you to be careful.
Life is Best in The MidWest!
Seriously. I’ve spent significant amounts of time in 3 countries, visited several more, and while I may not be here forever, I’ll always believe the MidWest is one of the best places on Earth to live in many ways. Mostly, MidWesterners.
Thank you for your support.
Looks like a bit of apple polishing to me.
That comment about the young PA who found Mr. Walker “intensely attractive” is just one reason we so admire his skills in fiction writing.
While we are on the topic… Lars in Iowa …..
thanks good fellow for joining in the festivities that Saturday. Dad, later, asked who was that handsome stranger with funny clothes on. I informed him that it was no other than Lars, the Viking, come from the North Country to see his, great ,great…. something uncle…. who was going to be 100 years old the next day. Dad was pleased.
Of all the important folks from his political and banking days, you are the only one who came! (even though, not a politician..), In uniform now less!!
BTW speaking of meeting …my wife and I went up to Lake Superior after dad’s birthday party… Actually on Tues. and went on a 2 hour drive around a spit of land, into the lake.
In Port Wing, unincorporated berg that it is…we went to a breakfast and lunch little hang-out. I had a really great THIN pancake that was super in taste and texture that I’ve never had before. I went down a hall and discovered a wall of books. Free for the taking.(For that matter, every little shop had their own wall of books, free for the taking.)
It seems there is little or no TV in that neck of the woods.
Getting back to my little point… the waitress was mighty cute as my wife pointed out. The waitress thought I should listen to my wife more closely. (I left that thought lone!)…. But, for some reason I asked her what folks did in Port Wing on Saturday night. She blushed. Did you get that Lars, she blushed!! She said she was the wrong person to ask such a question since she is much too shy for much of a social life and other-wise, likes to spend most of her free time
READING.
I think you should take a weekend off this summer Lars and go up to Port Wing and meet this little blond, (probably Norwegian), lass. Maybe you could read a book together………
Thanks again for making dad a bit happier at his party.