Wait Until Tomorrow

I was upset that my mom was in the hospital, but as I flew west I was kind of looking forward to revisiting Rochester, MN after spending a month here this summer. And on my first day here, the city did not disappoint. In 70 degree temperatures and under classic blue October skies I revisited the lake and other parks we enjoyed in August, now turned from summer green to orange and yellow and red and golden brown. Day two was equally stunning.

But every time I praised the town and the weather to a native, I got the same answer: "Sure, it's nice today... but, wait until tomorrow (or the weekend, or next week)!" I remembered a similar attitude among the folks I met here this summer: whenever I gave Rochester a compliment, they frowned and raised their eyebrows.

Today? Was not a glorious day. We woke in gray light to the quiet tapping of sleet on the window. The temperature was in the 30s and a frigid wind blew everywhere, and gusted bitterly in the canyons between the tall buildings of the Mayo Clinic. Low clouds threatened in a leaden sky, and we did not see even a peek of sunlight all day. On the way to the airport to drop my sister, fat flakes of snow squalled dryly against the windshield.

Did I finally see what they meant? No! I just put on my turtleneck and sweater, zipped up my vest and went about my business. Oh, and I bought a pair of toasty slippers at the HyVee.

Maybe I'll hate it here tomorrow.

Picky Patron

Even though I mastered the art of iced coffee with limited equipment at our airbnb, we had to extend our stay in Rochester and since that place wasn't available we found ourselves another rental. This one is larger and a little more upscale, and it has ice, but even so it is far from perfect.

First of all there is the creepy basement situation. Remodeled to be some kind of master suite, it features a sitting room with sliding doors to a bedroom which connects to another room that has been outfitted as a walk-in closet. All of them are just a little off, but it is the bathroom that made me walk quickly for the stairs. It, too, is several rooms-- one for the commode, one for the sink, and one which is tiled in the strangest way, finished with and dripping pattern of of stones that look like dark lava or some kind of weird goo. Hanging crookedly from the ceiling is a large rectangular rain shower head. There is no curtain or doors-- it's like a very strange locker room group shower.

Then there are the house rules.. allow me to quote some of the more memorable passages:

We are always supporting HEALTH LIFE STYLE, providing the homy and comfortable and clean living environment to our guests is our forever goal. Therefore, we have few rules will love to share with you first before you decide to book. 

#8. NO SHOES: To ensure we keep the floorboards squeaky clean for our guests’ enjoyment, we have a no shoes policy inside our home.Also it feels better, for us at home, to know that we are not bringing the hospital, into our Zen oasis of calm. But we don't recommend you wear socks inside the house as well, because the wood floor could be very slippery with socks. (Tips: bring an indoor slipper with you could be an good idea if you used to wear shoes inside the house) 

#13. ACCIDENTS HAPPENED: We understand that accidents happen. But we do ask that you please let us know when they do. Chances are we can fix them as effortlessly as possible which also means better chances of having your full security deposit returned too. 

#16. SAVE OUR PLANET: We are a group of folk that really care about the mother nature, we appreciative with whatever the planet provide to us and we are sure you do love her as much as we do. We kindly ask that you switch off lights when its not in use or leaving the house, and use the towels as needed. Every day millions of gallons of water are used to wash towels that have only been used once. Every drop matters. :)

But aside from that? It's fine.

Cold and Hard

I thought I was thinking ahead when I ground some of my favorite coffee beans and packed them up with some cone filters for my trip to Minnesota. The plan was supposed to include grabbing one of the small plastic cones I have stashed in my cabinet at school, but in the discombobulation of printing and copying a week's worth of sub plans at 6:45 AM on Monday, I forgot to get it.

No worries, though. After my sister picked me up at the airport, we had to make a stop at my Mom's empty apartment in the Twin Cities before heading down to Rochester. There, I borrowed her coffee cone, and so it was with confidence that I went into the very compact kitchen of our tiny Airbnb yesterday morning to make my customary iced coffee.

And, indeed, all went well until I opened the freezer and found no ice. Oh, I improvised with cold filtered water, but the lukewarm beverage was pretty unsatisfying. On my way back to get a refill, I happened to pick up my Hydroflask, which rattled like a maraca. It still has ice! I realized, and my second cup of the morning was saved.

The water bottle reminded me of how the night before hiking in Maine we used to fill our plastic bottles a third of the way with water and stick them in the freezer. That solid block of ice was enough to keep the water we added the next morning cold all day.

With my next morning in mind, I opened all the cupboards and found three square leftover containers that I filled with an inch of water each and then placed them in the freezer. And this morning? I popped the ice blocks out, put one in a zip lock, wrapped it in a dish towel, and rapped it smartly with a heavy church key can opener. The resulting chards of shattered ice were perfect for icing my coffee.

So there!

Make Way for Walkers

I took a little walk over to Silver Lake this morning. The weather was October in all its glory-- blue skies, cool air, and colorful foliage. I confess that I hesitated when I approached a flock of at least 50 geese lining both sides of the trail and even turned the video camera on my phone on them as I walked cautiously on. I guess I just wanted photo evidence of any attack, but luckily it was just a precaution. Not a single bird even lifted its head as I strolled on by. 

Looking for a Happy Ending

I turned on the tiny tv screen in front of me the minute I sat down in my seat on the plane. Scrolling through the list of movies, I was initially captivated by one called Virginia Minnesota, because, hello?That was my itinerary! But it wasn’t as good as it sounded and soon I was paging through my choices again. Somewhere near the middle of the very long list was Morning Glory, a 2010 film starring Rachel McAdams, Harrison Ford, and Diane Keaton. It promised to be the tale of a spunky young morning show producer who tries to turn around failing show. I could tell there would be a few little bumps in the road, but in the end it would all turn out for those three very likable folks. I settled back into my seat, put my headphones on, and tapped play. 

Let's Talk about You

It was time to get my haircut, and so I walked up to the local place I usually go and took the first available appointment since I don't have a regular stylist. It usually works out for me; I want a pretty simple cut and my hair is generally forgiving. Even if I'm disappointed to begin with, the next day when I do it myself, it looks fine.

Plus, patronizing an economy establishment gives me the freedom to tip well, which I like to do particularly in an industry with primarily minority women workers. What I don't always like is the small talk. Depending on the personality of your stylist, you might sit in 20 minutes of companionable silence, or you may have to spend that time trying to make polite conversation because it seems expected.

Today started out as one of the latter experiences.

"Do you have any children?" the woman asked as she toweled my hair.

"No," I answered, "but I'm a teacher, so I'm around kids all day." I've learned that this response is a good one for politely continuing the conversation.

And then, after she asked me about where, what, and who I teach, I delivered the coup de grace.

"What about you? Do you have any children?"

And it was on! I didn't have to say another word.

Success at Last!

That little pumpkin kit I got in my stocking?

Well, lookie there!