Antecedent to Leaguefest, Mrs. Likko and I are visiting with family in Wisconsin. Obviously, being on vacation presents a more relaxed sort of world view. A time when money and calories matter less than “real time.” A more relaxed pace of activity. Less stress.
There are different birds here. My in-laws’ house has a chorus of starlings. And I spotted a wild turkey by the creek. I’ve not seen any birds of prey (I know they must be out there, though).
We rented a Cooper Mini. It’s a lot of fun to drive. I might consider buying one.
My body is not used to this much dairy. Cheese curds, frozen custard, half-and-half in the coffee. This state’s license plate slogan is honest. Still, has something happened to the custard since I was here last? It seems thinner, like regular ice cream, than I recall. Did someone get afraid of eggs for some reason?
Heedless of the physiological effects of increased dairy intake noted to date, tomorrow we go in search of fresh cheese curds in Fond du Lac.
It’s green here. Life in the desert makes me forget that elsewhere, stuff just grows. It also rains more. Weather matters here because there’s more to it than temperature.
Would I enjoy living here, now, as an adult? Probably, I think. But winter sucks, and it exists here with a bite and a durability unlike the relatively mild experience I had in Tennessee. And I can’t make any sense of the real estate market. Then there are the pesky issues of employment and income and licensure. But late spring is a glorious time here, pregnant with promise and seductive in stresslessness.
If only life could be like this all the time.