On Saturday night Mary and I went to an art show in St. Paul. I haven't been to an art show since I left Minnesota. We ran into to old friends we hadn't seen in years. I'm talking to some of them about having my own show before too long now. Short hair and corporate suits not withstanding, I do still create you know.
I woke up at 5:00 in the morning Sunday. Which is okay. I've generally been waking up at weird times the last few months, unable to get back to sleep. I don’t know if I’m just getting older or if my strange dreaming pattern has something to with it? Here’s the thing, yesterday was much warmer than it's been. Almost spring like.
I got that feeling that I used to get when I lived in Minnesota before. That once again I've made through a Northern winter. It's a strange sense of accomplishment. It’s like completing a test you didn’t want take or paying an outstanding bill.
Mary, Lana, and I walked around Lake Harriet in the afternoon. The lake was just packed full of people. It was one of the best Sunday afternoons I've had in good long while.
After the last few years of Las Vegas, Orange County, and everything else it felt really good to enjoy just the very simple act of walking around the lake with my wife and daughter. Sometimes it's the little things that matter most.