Druthers 8

October 30, 2014 | My Jottings

Since waking up to twenty-eight degrees this morning reminds me that winter is coming soon to northeastern Minnesota, we might as well dream for a while about spending winter in another beautiful place.

If I had my druthers, perhaps we would spend winter in a little
Norwegian village like this…..

…and when the hustle and bustle of this maddeningly busy place started feeling like an emotional drain, then we could go stay for a while in our little cabin up the fjord…

…and of course Michael would be well again and he and I would enjoy
the hearty Norwegian fare…

…he would eat this pickled herring…

…and I would politely decline the fish, concentrate on not rudely wrinkling my nose, and would happily dine on this…

…and then Michael and I would notice that it was getting dark at 3:00 p.m. because we were so far north, and we would yawn and stretch and go to bed early, in these….

…and then after settling down in Norway, Michael would do what he loves to do, and start putting out piles of corn for these…

…and I would be so well-rested and content I would knit all the time in our little fjord cabin, would become an expert knitter within a month, and then
I would make myself one of these and wear it every day…

…and when the days lengthened and the snow melted, Michael and I would hike down to the valley and do this….

…but no matter how much Michael tried to convince me, I would never, ever do this….

…and then we would want to share the beauty and tranquility with our family, so we would send them all plane tickets to come and stay for a month in breathtaking Norway, and our only demand would be that they would have to dress like this…

…and even though they might resist wearing these clothes at first, the pickled herring and steep valley fjords and the soft sounds of trolls’ footsteps in the night and the pure water and the sheer grandeur of such a beautiful place would help them adjust, and in no time at all they would be doing this….

…but that’s only if I had my druthers…