letter from the cabin 02-26-2022

Greetings one and all:
 
Been a tough week. Without getting too personal I had to attend a family funeral downstate, I am still grieving. What is there about ritual, in this case a funeral service, that I feel comforted by, despite my atheism. Simplistically, grief needs healing and the ritual surrounding death seems to quiet the suffering soul. I guess, despite my atheism, I sensed that those who gathered for the service transcended what we would think of as ordinary life. Enough of that, I am being too reflective, I think.

I always cringe going south over the Big Mac Bridge, it is as if I am headed in the wrong direction on a one-way street. Generally, when I return from downstate, as most all Uppers call the down under, I feel a great sense of relieve. I know that many folks might think I am tilted a little off center, but I believe the air is purer here and the water cleaner and more refreshing. I’d call the U.P. God’s country, but you already know how I feel about that moniker.

ON DUST; Shifting to a different topic. While I heat with wood primarily, I do have a backup gas wall heater that kicks on when I stay out too late at the bar and the fire in the woodstove peters out. The woodstove, with a glass front, creates a delightful ambiance and a wonderful radiant heat, HOWEVER, the cabin gets very dusty and needs more attention than I care to give it. So, consequentially, I am seeking a lovely lady that doesn’t mind dusting. LOL.
Well, that is about it for this update.

Take care everyone,
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Hilton