I’m moving to Fargo. You can come with me if you want.

sunglassesThis is my current facebook profile pic. If you are one of my five blahg readers, you saw it a while back because I posted it here too. I changed my profile pic to this one because 1) I thought it was funny, 2) I don’t look totally, absolutely, utterly awful, and 3) it seemed like a good comment on our damn Polar Vortex winter while looking forward to the possible arrival of summer someday — not to mention spring, which has NOT arrived yet in any way, shape, or form.

When I posted this on facebook, people commented about Fargo. I mean the movie. At first, I was taken aback a bit. I watched Fargo umpteen quazillion years ago and I remember little bits and pieces of it, mainly the lead actress, who was fantabulous. But what? And then I totally cracked up and OWNED it! What fun to be compared to the movie Fargo!

So last night the GG and I were walking home from Knight’s and we were both a little punchy in general for various reasons and I finally said, “I’m moving to Fargo. You can come with me if you want.” Substitute Sault Ste. Marie for Fargo and you have the statement My Old Coot made to The Commander back in 1940-something. The war had ended and the old coot young flyboy and his new wife were living in the Mac farmhouse in Garden City, which is near Daytwa. The idea was that the young flyboy would work for Chrysler (I think?) to pay the rest of his way through college. He never made it. The story I was told was that allergies drove him crazy enough that he bailed and decided to move back to the Yooperland. Was it allergies or in-laws? Or maybe a combination of factors. Anyway, my young 20-something parents moved “up north” and 10 years later they had their first child (yer fav-o-rite blahgger and it wasn’t without trying but that’s another story and not one I can adequately tell). The Commander adapted to life in Sault Ste. Siberia and died a confirmed Yooper, although I think she always had a negative attitude toward the term Yooper. But that would be a whole ‘nother blahg entry.

thursdaykitcheastThat hat was a Christmas gift to me from The Commander. Toward the end of her life, we were both flinging and Christmas was awkward. What do *you* want for Christmas? Nothing, but what do *you* want for Christmas? I fergit what year it was but I think it was after Radical Betty died. We went up to visit The Comm in the late fall and we went to Barish Brothers and they had this loverly, sparkly bomber hat. I coveted that hat. That hat was NOT Commander style at all. She had a much more elegant style, a style her granddaughter Mouse often emulates. Kayak Woman? Not so much. Bright colors and a bit of glitter? Bring it on! The Comm asked me a couple of times if I reeaaalllly wanted that hat. Yes. And so, that Christmas, I opened a package from The Comm and there was my loverly sparkly bomber hat.

I have to admit that the first couple of winters I had it, I was a bit tentative about actually wearing it. I LOVED it but… I got braver about it after The Comm died. At first, I figured I was honoring her. This winter? Oh man. If it was warm enough that I didn’t need my balaclava (like 18 degrees), I wore my bomber hat. I got so many compliments on that hat. You have to know that I told everyone, “My mom bought me that hat!”

Of course I was kidding about moving to Fargo. I’m not moving to Fargo. As a facebook / high school friend said last night, “You are getting your kitchen redone!” Plus, I have never been to Fargo but I need to be around water! BIG WATER, that is. I do not think Fargo is anywhere near Big Water.So, let’s see, I *am* getting my chitchen redone, which y’all are taaaarrred of but today they put in the upper cabinets. Do you think this is a lot of white? I do too but wait until you see my backsplash! And my accessories. And the artwork I have been collecting since forever. (Think Annie Hubbard if you have any experience with the Sault Ste. Siberia summer art fair.)


One Response to “I’m moving to Fargo. You can come with me if you want.”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I like white because it’s light and cheery and can be warmed up very well with other colors and decor. I approve!! Love the hat. I have a cap with lights on it that Patt made fun of, but it’s great for running in dusk. 🙂