Monday, October 10, 2022

The dang old Zugunruhe.

Summer is over, the better (best?) part of fall is also past and well, like a migratory bird we are getting that antsiness to head south.  In German, Zugunruhe, that migratory-anxiety, which I guess is appropriate since son, Allwin is now safely in Jena Germany, waiting his job at the Max Planck Institute.  He is now blogging about his experiences so like father like son, send me a note and I'll give the link.  

Zugunruhe is a terrible feeling, one of the worst, for me at least....what to pack, what to leave, where is what.....panic, anxiety, and just the feel of dread.

We have packed the RV, loaded up the Volvo and the bikes behind, and plan on a Wednesday departure.  We have to go to St. Paul to drop off the furry children tomorrow since we are soon off to Thailand, and then Bhutan, Tiger and Snowball will be at daughter Laurens "Cathouse" for the rest of fall.  The kiddos do not travel well and it seems better to just leave them safe and sound until we retrieve them near Christmas.

Our trip south is routine, not much added save two days in Enterprise Alabama to....see Boll Weevil statues.  The whole city is littered with them.  Okay, the strange and true.  Maybe throw in some other chance stop like the Memphis Pyramid, and it will be a quick and to the point trip.

What have we spent our last few days doing?

We went to see the author William Kent Kruger in Milbank at the public library.  He inspires and entertains, at least me, also an author and writer (although much less famous). 
 

Then we went to make sure the cabin was put to bed.  Our dinosaur stood watch, stately in the wind on Enemy Swim Lake.

Everything looks so brown, but it has been a nice fall so far.  

We painted our house, it has been a 4 week project.

I started a new book, not reading, writing, "Burnett County, Revisited" and another anthology of history of my home county in Wisconsin.  Not many more years to do projects with my mother and this may be the last, who knows.  

So anyhow, on the road again as they say, and you will hear an update in a few days. 






1 comment:

  1. Looking forward to reading about your travels

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