The Complex Person That Is Me
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I have many askew character traits. I love hiking, but I am a fitness wimp. A half mile jaunt around cemented
suburbia tires me out. I have been known to ask for a piggy back ride from
anyone half-willing and able. And when asking doesn’t work I will fling.
Another dualistic example can be found in my college days.
Completely unlike the halcyon lull of my high school senior year, my final
college semester was jam packed with essays on Metaphysics, Heidegger readings and
my capstone. When I wasn't researching my senior thesis on the parallels
between Nietzsche’s Dionysian and Apollonian archetypes and Ecclesiastes
aphorism in the original Hebrew, I was ravenously watching every Kardashian and
Real Housewives E! and Bravo could throw at me.
My recent swing fluctuates between my inner-house cat
desires to roll around all day and my serious distaste for being cooped up.
Caught somewhere between relaxed and restless country drives have been feeding
my sloth and eager appetites.
The Route
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Our most recent drive took us toward Henning, Minnesota. To
be honest I don’t know what direction that is in. Maps, iPhones and compasses
are banned from our four wheel drive wanderings. Instead Preston and I take
turns deciding left or right.
The Grub
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I am not ashamed to say that Dairy Queen was our first stop.
And better yet it was a deal. For five whole dollars we feasted on fries,
burgers, pop* and sundaes. Not to mention our cashier may have been the nicest
and most enthusiastic employee I have ever encountered. He gave us a complete
rundown on every single sundae topping option and skillfully entered my burger
guidelines. Not mention, Dairy Queen carries Mountain Dew. WIN.
*D'ya you like my local speak? J
The Sights
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Hay stacks decorate Minnesota’s July. Behind old fences and
next to grain towers the giant nursery rhyme favorites overlook the summer
fields. Rusted John Deere tractors carry the stacks to their barn like a groom
carrying his bride over the threshold.
The fields pause to let in a small artisan town, Vining Minnesota. The tiny city boasts an astronaut and steel artist celebrities. Antique shops neighbor the gas station/outdoor gallery just a few miles short of Ellington Lake.
Question for You: Do you like getting lost?
My Answer: Growing up with my mom in the driver's seat has led me down a path of never knowing which way is which. As a result I think the location of "being lost" has always familiar homecoming for me. Y tu?