tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78164852377357181182024-02-20T00:03:21.857-06:00 Lundema Looking Back and ForwardReflections on the life of a 60 something midwesterner who is retiring north instead of south.Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-89726168545686067232016-06-08T13:43:00.001-05:002016-06-19T10:35:44.333-05:00The sale sign is up and we are ready to go...Literally Ready to GO!Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-81681468917929346362016-06-08T13:39:00.000-05:002016-06-08T13:39:09.521-05:00Almost up North<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
It’s just days away from putting the house on the
market. The last 6 months have been a whirlwind
for me. Getting the house ready was only
one aspect. The other was that my plans
for a 62 retirement age were thwarted by new management who has so graciously
let me keep my job even if I move out of state.
I do work entirely from home with the occasional visit to the office for
a meeting. I also feel more in touch
with this new management even though they are interim. And the team of nurses that remains
is steadfast, secure and patient oriented.
I find some of the things that I missed creeping back into our
practice. It’s a kinder gentler
management. Now don’t get me wrong the
old managers had many, many good things that they brought to the table. I believe that we are going to keep most of
those policies but I also feel that we are going to be building on them as
well. As always in the world of medicine everything is always evolving. Only the future will tell. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But retirement is on
the backburner for now. I have too many
things to pay for in the new home. If there is one thing that I learned about
homes, from the ones that I have sold, it’s that fixing them the way you want
them to be should not happen 6 months before you are selling your home. In the last 4 years we updated our kitchen,
got new floors and carpet for the first floor, updated our powder room and
completely redid both our bathrooms.
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Not so with the up north house! We have four things that are definitely on my wish list of
things to do. One is The lower level
kitchenette. I want a Hot tub and a Dock. And a little repair/enlarging of
the Deck would suit me just fine. I think I will get all these
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<o:p></o:p>Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-72625955164587767132016-04-28T10:27:00.001-05:002016-04-29T12:52:55.757-05:00A Memory from Mueller's Lake<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will I ever see another shooting star? I follow NASA on Facebook and they always
announce the meteor showers. NASA tells
you the dates, the times, where in the country they are best viewed. I have, in the past, put those dates on my
calendar only to notice them a few days after the meteors have landed.
Now I have alerts sent to my email on the days that yield those elusive
fallen stars. I am always disappointed
by cloud cover or the fact that our area produces too much light to ever see a
star. Or worse yet, my sightings are
hampered by the fact that I can’t stay awake to see them.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But I will never forget that magical night back in the late
60’s when a group of kids from Polar, Wisconsin took me to the top of the hill
that overhangs Mueller’s lake. The night was warm and clear so I would guess
that the month was July or August, because as any of you know, who are familiar
with northern Wisconsin, June nights are not usually warm. I am also guessing
that it was the end of summer because there was a certain camaraderie that had
developed. Every summer when I would
head up north I would start all over. I
spent a lot of time up there that summer.
I found it all so romantic compared to the routine of my Chicago life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Summer would begin with a visit to Laurie who lived in
one of those “don’t blink or you’ll miss
it” Wisconsin towns. She was the older
sister of the boy who stole my heart the first summer I was visiting. I was such a dreamer and romantic. He gave me my first kiss. Ahhh.. so long ago. The winter would cool all
summer affections but in that moment love would last forever. Enough with the loves as my sons used to say when I would get mushy. On each first day up north I would trek to Elton and Laurie would pour me
a cup of coffee (I hated coffee but it seemed so grown up) and tell me everything I missed during the winter months, who was going steady, who had broken up, and everything in between. I loved visiting with Laurie.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That one amazing night in particular sticks out so much in my memory
because of the sight of a falling star raining down over the concession stand
at that little beach. I don’t remember
who exactly I was with, Carol, Sam, Tom,
maybe others whose names I don’t recall. Who I was with eludes me. But that indigo sky painted with that single streak of light
is imprinted on my mind like a tintype photograph. I remember asking “what is that…that streak
of light”. And someone laughed "it’s a
shooting star, haven’t you ever seen a shooting star before?" I hadn’t and I haven’t really seen a vivid
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some people have trips to exotic places on their bucket
list. I have a few of those, but the
things I really want to experience
before I die are those gifts that nature sent, that are elusive but
well within my reach, I want to visit Yosemite falls, view an aurora borealis and most of all experience showers of lights from the heavens. I am
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<o:p></o:p>Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-12142847614007417372016-04-26T12:09:00.002-05:002016-04-26T12:09:20.888-05:00Part Three The Final Search or Up North and Then Some<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A month or 2 later I arranged visits to homes for sale in
the Green Bay, Door County area. We saw
some really beautiful homes. One
especially looked good. It was built
recently and it sat right on Lake Michigan
. Gorgeous views from every window. The problem was that it sat on a cliff. There
was a 75 foot straight drop to the lake.
We decided to keep looking.</span><br />
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there was a 1990 built home on a lake northeast of Green Bay. It was beautiful but not much of a view from
the house and everything needed to be replaced, needed new furnace, new
roof. We wanted to start fresh. I won’t go into the ones we laughed
at and shook our heads about. There was one that was full of guns
and trophy heads. Yikes, gave me
nightmares!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />We had a couple of days left on our vacation and decided to
look at homes around the lakes area north of where my parents farm was. We had vacationed there on a number of
occasions and even though it is far away from the Chicago area we thought we
would give it a go. That night I arranged to meet with a realtor the next
day. I love the internet. Found a house I liked, called the realtor, set
up an appointment. In the morning we
drove to meet this realtor, Tom, at a showing in the three lakes area.<br />All day we looked at homes near three lakes and eagle river, maybe even Minoqua too, I don't recall the specifics.
They were too old, too far away from the lake, too big, too small. Our list of must haves was getting longer and longer. By this time we were thinking that we
should wait another year. I thought this year was not good for finding a
home. </span><br />
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night and went to eat dinner. During our
meal I received a call from the realtor.
“I may have a house you would be interested in seeing” I remember Gary and I both rolling our
eyes. “The house was for sale by the
owners last spring, I called them and it is still avaiable. I think this is what
you are looking for. “ I told him that
we were driving back in the morning. He
asked if we could see the house at 8am.
He could check with the owners. (We would later find out from the owners
that they went crazy cleaning the home and getting it ready long into the night.)
We agreed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the morning we met
the realtor at his office and we followed him to the showing. We learned
it was only 4 years old. We could check that off our list. We passed
a Walmart, a ShopKo, and what looked to be a brand new Hospital. Being
close to civilization, another one of our criteria was met. Shortly past
the hospital we turned onto a gravel road. Immediately, I felt Gary tense,
gravel roads are not his thing. On the other hand the road was lined with
Birches and pine and was beautiful. Not more than a quarter mile up we
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Then we moved on. So
we thought what state next? We were familiar with western Michigan because of
the occasional vacation there and of course our son lived there for a little
bit. Grand Rapids was actually a
potential. But it wasn’t on the shores of Lake Michigan and I was not ready to
head further east . And so our journey
for the perfect house moved north to the familiar land of Wisconsin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My close family and friends know the following but I will
give you some history on why I feel more comfortable in Wisconsin. It all started when I was 12 years old and my
Mom and Dad began a similar quest to find a “hobby” farm. We were all working in the kitchen making
corn relish one day and the conversation started something like this, “Wouldn’t
it be great if we could grow our own corn to make corn relish.” Shortly
thereafter the search began. After beginning their search in Illinois and
moving north, Mom and Dad did eventually buy a place in Antigo Wi and I spent a
lot of my summer days up there. After my
children were born, and we were in our money scrounging days, we vacationed at
the farm often. When my parents died, we
sold the farm but I always knew in my heart that I would someday come home to
the land of hills and lakes and potatoes and cheese. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Southeastern Wisconsin is beautiful . When we started out we were still looking at
builders. We thought perhaps we could
find something within our means in that area but no luck. The only
new build areas that seemed to be within our means were set in a more
subdivision- like area. We then looked north
to the Milwaukee suburbs. There are some
really nice areas around there. We learned more and more about what goes into building your own home. At this point we had a change of heart. We decided not to build.<o:p></o:p></div>
Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-74999384761312837412016-03-01T08:53:00.000-06:002016-05-07T08:40:08.042-05:00By thy Rivers Gently Flowing Illinois, Illinois Part 1<div class="MsoNormal">
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I set out on a quest to find a home in which to retire someday. Looking only in
the on line realty sites I realized three things. The first was that we could not afford to
live close to home. The second was that I
wanted somewhere different. And lastly no fixer uppers! It must be move in ready. And so began our house hunting adventure into the land of
the new homes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We made a list of what we wanted and did not want in our
future home/home site. First and foremost
we wanted familiarity. We are
Midwesterners. Although we love the beauty of Montana and Wyoming, we are not
Westerners. I am the perpetual flatlander. There is something to be said for seeing the horizon line without having
to tilt your head back. I also wanted to be able to hop in my car and
drive a few hours to my sons should they need me. I would find it hard to live without Lake Michigan or
Lake Superior being in close proximity. It
was decided. Our search would cover Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin and maybe
Indiana or Minnesota. We began our hunt
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We traveled first to the areas just beyond the suburbs of Chicago
both west and north. Looking to downsize, we had no interest in the the new home builds which consisted mainly of 2 stories. Most of the one floor homes were in 55 and older neighborhoods. That does not appeal to me. We continued to look further and further west. Lordy, when God passed out the natural beauty
sprinkles the wind must have blown them right through Illinois without allowing
them touch land. Don’t get me
wrong. I grew up here and I really am
drawn to the beauty of the flat lands, the unending sky, the fields of corn and
soy, the plowed tilled earth are all in my blood. However,when I wake up in the morning and sit with coffee in hand, I want to look out the window and smile at the beauty spread before me. There are a few beautiful places in Illinois, such as the river
valleys, but one of our taboos was to not live on a river. As we continued our search we decided to include newer construction as well. Building from scratch is a lot of work! After a long exhaustive search there were many reasons we did not find Illinois appealing. The quest for the final home continued.</span></div>
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1st real tree in 25 years!<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-1928385794802926482016-01-05T08:21:00.000-06:002016-05-07T08:42:00.012-05:00The Search for My Own "Green Acres" The intro to our new home search At 1am the sky was filled with stars. The air was silent. Getting up just before dawn, I find the day may bring snow. The stars have been replaced by the dull grey of morning clouds moving quite rapidly from the west. My husband, perusing his kindle for the weather, announces that the winds could hit 40mph. The tall oak beside my window is swaying in the breeze. It takes some doing to make that oak sway. Our home thermometer reads in the teens. Winter has finally come.<br />
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I have not written much since I turned 60. I am not sure why that number seemed to change things for me but it did. I felt the same way about 30. I could no longer blame my follies, my indecisiveness, and my inexperience on my youth. It was a number that marked, for me, my entry into adulthood. I am not sure why turning 60 made me rethink things but it did. I began to question my priorities. What possibilities await me? It is said that change is harder as one grows older. For me, to move, to switch careers, is like breathing. And I haven’t done that in quite some time. I had children to raise, parents to care for, a career to nourish. Well, the kids are grown and at least one is soon to be married. Gary and I cared for and buried our parents many years ago. As for my career, I am still wrestling with that. But wrestling will keep me growing and expanding.<br />
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One thing that Gary and I knew for sure was that we would not stay in the house we called home for the last 12 years. As beautiful as it is, as gorgeous our yard is, it is too big, too costly, too much work. And so our quest began, like Frodo and Samwise, like Jason and his Argonauts, like the Joads in “The Grapes of Wrath”…well perhaps not like any of these but it was a journey that ended happily. I know this because I am already at the end of the home search journey as I sip my coffee, finally writing again. It feels good.
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Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-92002106655535747462014-08-14T00:29:00.003-05:002014-08-14T00:29:49.452-05:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-31009825745175941092014-06-29T21:44:00.001-05:002014-06-29T21:44:23.318-05:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-29959093442450492502014-06-26T21:04:00.004-05:002014-06-26T21:04:32.240-05:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-1086923832674850142014-06-09T10:06:00.000-05:002014-06-09T10:06:02.689-05:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px;">"And now go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art" </span><a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=300224781015" href="https://www.facebook.com/neilgaiman" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px; text-decoration: none;">Neil Gaiman</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.31999969482422px;">. </span><br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikAb-NYkseI&feature=kp">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikAb-NYkseI&feature=kp</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So today I changed my blog name, as I am officially out of
my 50’s. I have reached the half way
mark! If I live to be 120, and with
medicine being the way it is, I may just do that. So, I thought I would take some time and not
reminisce (because I have already done that over the last month as I worked my
way through a million photographs from birth to present) but instead, I am
going to set up some goals for the next couple, 3-4 decades. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where I want to go is a list that keeps changing from year
to year, but I think the following are realistic for my pocketbook. I have
been to every state in the union except Alaska so I would like to see that. I
would like to visit Britain, France, Italy, and Germany. I never got around to visiting mainstream
Europe and would like to do that soon.
As far as the USA, I want to see Yosemite National Park, which means
another trip to California. We can
definitely do that! Acadia National Park
in Maine is an experience I have wanted to share with Gary for a long time. I
want to see Glacier National park in the summer or early fall. I want to go back to Charleston South
Carolina because it was the most magical city I have ever visited. The Grand Hotel on Mackinaw Island would be
on the list. Everyone should see Mackinaw
Island even if you can’t afford the Grand Hotel. I want to see Vermont in the
fall. There is so much here in the
states, so much beauty. Have I ever
mentioned that I love this country?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What do I want to do?
Even though I joke about retiring I don’t have any plans to end my
nursing career anytime soon. I would like to stay in the position I am in for
the time being and continue honing my craft.
As I approach 70, dropping down to part time would be preferable to
quitting work. I get so much satisfaction from caring for people. On the other
hand, my art means a lot to me and having just started working towards my BFA
at NIU, I hope to hone those skills as well. I don’t think I could make a
living at it but I love to paint. It’s
good to have a passion. I guess I plan
to stay busy.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mostly though, I just want to continue growing with
Gary. Notice I didn’t say grow old. The parts may start wearing out but many are
fixable. Our brains though need everyday
stimulation. I think we can become as
lazy with our brains as we do with our bodies.
I want my brain to function as well at 80 as it is at 60, God
willing. I want to stay abreast of
current events. I want to read every
book I can get my hands on. I want to
move somewhere that doesn’t have as much traffic but not to a 55 and older
community. I want to build my own
house. And I want to find a church that
fits. I want to continue to help others
whether it is with my nursing skills or with other life skills that I
have. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This brings me to my final statement, because my husband is
waiting for me to soak in the hot tub.
We all love to give advice and I am no different. My advice is a saying that rings true for me
and really you should try it. “The more
you give, the more you get.” Always be
generous to others and do it without expecting anything in return. The joy of giving outweighs any joy you get
from receiving. There you go, sage
advice from a woman celebrating the 21<sup>st</sup> anniversary of her 39<sup>th</sup>
birthday. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-51531725173641663982014-04-16T19:10:00.001-05:002014-04-16T19:10:36.153-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;">This is a bit of Holland Mi summer dreaming.. I call it "Coming Home"</span></span></h3>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">And these are "poppies" I am going to give this to a friend who asked me a year ago to paint her some poppies but I did not have the confidence. I have improved with practice.</span></span></h3>
Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-56063478461479737702014-04-09T14:04:00.001-05:002014-04-09T14:04:31.475-05:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Door County Dreamin'</span></h2>
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<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-82080566891687325572014-03-17T16:44:00.003-05:002014-03-17T16:44:30.305-05:00St. Patrick's Day Deconstructed<h4 style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> St. Patrick' Day? I’ve seen a few. I remember a few too. In my youth the date was
synonymous with green beer, party till dawn, Dance the jig until you fall from exhaustion.
It was gaiety, wildness, the North’s answer to Mardi Gras. Although, I recall, I did spend one St.
Patrick’s Day in New Orleans. I remember that one, It was fun. </span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> St. Patrick’s
Day slowly dwindled to date nights with limited celebration. When the boys came along it became green
decorations in my home. As the boys grew
it became the annual corned beef and cabbage dinner. Although it was many years before my husband
and sons would eat the cabbage, I persevered.
After the boys disappeared to college, Gary and I would have the meal at
home or if we were travelling we would stop at the local eatery to enjoy
someone else’s recipe. Then it
happened. When I thought we could not
get any further from my original crazy St Paddy’s day festivities, this year we
are celebrating by having corned beef on rye. Really? </span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span></div>
However, this year my eldest had a wonderful experience. Dan and Liz were part of the St. Patrick’s Day that is
Chicago. If you are a St. Patrick’s Day
aficionado you have to see the Chicago River turn green at least once in your
life. It is Chicago at its finest.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Andy; font-weight: normal; text-indent: -0.25in;">Deb’s Corned Beef and Cabbage dinner</span></h3>
2 cuts of corned beef, flat
cut, lean<br />10 small red potatoes, more if you have lots of potato
lovers to feed. Clean well and remove
some of the skin before adding them to the pot.<br />1 head of Cabbage, regular or savoy (If no one likes cabbage, try
the savoy) Cut into quarters going through the core to keep each wedge intact.<br />½ jar of McCormick Pickling spice<br />6-10 cloved of garlic peels and cut in half<h4 style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<br />1.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->Put both cuts of meat in a very large pot with
the spices and bring to a boil. Lower
heat and simmer for 2 1/2 hours<br />2.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
</span><!--[endif]-->Add potatoes and boil until tender when poked
with a fork. About 20-30 minutes. Remove
with a slotted spoon and drain in colander.<br />3.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">
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Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-43351239462466058242014-03-10T19:15:00.002-05:002014-03-10T19:15:42.740-05:00hummingbird 3/6/14<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-13061391458369067392014-03-10T19:10:00.001-05:002014-03-10T19:10:54.233-05:003/4/2014 Carnival Gal<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Carnival Gal Watercolor on Arches 140 lb paper</span></h3>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So there I was on Fat Tuesday thinking to myself " Self, it's time to celebrate Carnival!" And I thought, well... my drinking and Salsa days are long gone but the spirit still thrives. So I made this picture. I worked on it all day and had fun doing it!</span>Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-14479516386405748882013-12-31T18:34:00.000-06:002014-01-02T21:19:04.253-06:00Portrait<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-79216108036361416772013-12-26T16:00:00.005-06:002013-12-27T09:35:54.244-06:00I saw a Photo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oC1G3TmuMceLGlO1kn28uEZAe3adQh-irSX-PG82lVGTdrX6guPZVAIKt8-FpvhJV0BrOfNRYiE4xpY57106Qc9DTwzcismh1WNIx2QXHvxmnThlsTpml38lFsBzR_a60IxHFXWYhyYg/s1600/The+Herd+at+Dawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oC1G3TmuMceLGlO1kn28uEZAe3adQh-irSX-PG82lVGTdrX6guPZVAIKt8-FpvhJV0BrOfNRYiE4xpY57106Qc9DTwzcismh1WNIx2QXHvxmnThlsTpml38lFsBzR_a60IxHFXWYhyYg/s640/The+Herd+at+Dawn.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-10662045445680362522013-12-23T21:33:00.002-06:002013-12-24T08:53:47.043-06:00A Christmas Note<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So, it's that time of year for the Christmas letter, only this year I am not writing one to be sent off in cards. As a matter of fact, I have sent very few cards. Times change and I am changing with them. At least I am trying to.<br />
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Gary's and my story remains pretty much the same from year to year. We are both fairly healthy, Gary is still enjoying his retirement and I still love my work as a RN Supervisor for CNS Hospice. We took a few fun vacations this year. We visited the beautiful state of South Carolina last spring. Gary and I are such history buffs, it turned out to be the perfect vacation for us. And of course there were a few camping trips to Wisconsin and Michigan. As you can see from above, I started working on watercolors and enjoy creating.<br />
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We thought it was going to be just us and the cats, but we are not alone!. Thom has moved back in to attend Northern Illinois University. Seems he really does like working for the Dupage County Forest Preserve most of all and is studying geography which is applicable to land management or some such thing. He has been working with the forest preserve for the last 4-5 years and hopes to continue the summer seasonal position while he attends school. In the mean time he has picked up a job at a local coffee house. So we have coffee!<br />
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Dan has finished up an internship at the Gerald Ford Presidential Library and Museum for his master's at EIU in Public History Administration. He has landed 2 jobs, since full time positions are hard to come by these days. One is as the Collections Manger for the Elmhurst Historical Society and Museum and the other is with History IT which is a company that sets up online archival collections for various businesses, museums, libraries and the like. He is home but cannot wait to save up a little money and move into his own place.<br />
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As for everyone else in our extended family, my brother Clyde and his wife Cathy are doing well. Their son Andrew is at Marquette working towards a degree in some branch of the medical community. He plans on going on to study at the post graduate level. My cousins Lisa, Holly and Lindsay and their husbands are busy raising their children. I saw my Aunt Elaine this summer when she came to Chicago to visit her daughter Candace. We plan on another trip to Holtville, Ca this year in February to see her.<br />
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So that's about all for this year. As Gary always says, the years fly by. I have become acutely aware of time as I grow older. There are not enough minutes in the day or days in the year to do all that I want to do in my life. But life is good.. And with God's help and guidance we will, you will, all of us will, continue to have many, very Merry Christmases and Very Happy New Years.<br />
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<br />Deb Lundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789988062812493339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816485237735718118.post-40487145693892319442013-10-19T22:27:00.001-05:002013-10-19T22:27:17.326-05:00More Watercolors<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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