When Life Gives You A Lemon... Part II

I shook the man's hand as he handed me the keys.  The seller had always claimed that he had a great mechanic for years and that the van was given a clean bill of health.  He offered to show me his receipts, and offered any assistance if the car needed repairs that were under his warranty or that his 'guy' had worked on.  The seller said something to the effect of, "Don't take this the wrong way but I hope I never hear from you again."  He wasn't being rude.  He meant he hoped that we would be happy with the Montana we just bought from him and that we would have a long, hassle-free ownership... we did not.  (See previous post)

It wasn't the thermostat.  It was the head gasket.  A costly repair that cost more that the car which I bought earlier in January.  In less than 30 days the used car I bought for a 2nd family car was in need of a major repair.  My 'Car'ma is the worst of the worst.  3 out of the 4 used cars I have bought in the last decade needed a major repair within the 1st month of owning them.  I have often joked that the only proof I have of a god is the fact that I have the worst luck with cars.  There must be some kind of higher power out there in the universe with a wicked sense of humor that I do not understand.  You cannot be an atheist when the cosmic joke is on you.

Suddenly I was faced with a major repair that cost more money than I was anticipating spending on the car in the 1st month of ownership.  Don't get me wrong, I know older used cars need upkeep and that car maintenance cost money but I would rather not have a car fall apart on me right away.  If I have to double down on my investment within 30 days that is not a good investment - that investment sucks!  Money is not something that we have ever had in abundance and there is no way that this repair was going to happen without some kid of assistance or divine intervention.

I contacted the seller to tell him of the problems I was having with the car.  I asked him questions through emails, and voicemail, about the overheating/thermostat issues.  In response he told me he'd never really had any issues like I was describing but to keep him updated.  I took the car in to have the thermostat replaced and the problem wasn't fixed.  The mechanic then explained that it must be the head gasket.  This was a possibility from the beginning but we'd hoped for the easier repair, and expected it to be the issue since it appears that the lower intake manifold gaskets had been replaced sometime in the past few years and that usually those aren't replaced unless you, the mechanic, are going into replace the head gasket, too.  (If you do not speak mechanic, which I do not, I can explain it a little simpler.  Work had been done on the engine which indicated that this might have been an issue in the past.  The repairs that appear to have been done were only a half measure, and most mechanics would have done a more complete job.)

I contact the seller again, because A) I'm trying to wrap my head around the mechanics' diagnosis and price quote and B) I want to see if the seller's mechanic has any paperwork on this particular problem.  I leave a message, fully expecting to not receive a return call, and go to work in the foulest of moods.  What are we going to do?  How are we going to absorb this financial blow?  Why am I cursed?

Back from the shop.

Here's where the story takes an interesting twist.  The guy calls me back.  Not only does he call me back but he feels terrible.  He is beside himself.  He claims he never would have sold the car to me if he knew it had this issue.  He does not want me to have to put the money in to pay for the repairs and says he'll buy the car back before he lets me spend the money.  He just needs more information so that he can go back to his mechanic and make sure he has everything straight.  Over the next few days we exchange texts and phone calls about the car.  He has his mechanic, and his brother, also a mechanic, feeding him questions to ask about the car to make sure the repairs are necessary, to find out the true nature of the problem and, I suspect, to cover his butt.  To be fair, I always had a good feeling about the seller and his wife.  They, a retired couple, seemed to me to be caring, thoughtful and above all honest.  I was beyond frustrated to find that the car wasn't as reliable as I'd been led to believe but was hesitant to think that I'd been screwed over.  They didn't seem the type.

Eventually, to clear his conscience, and wash his hands of the whole mess the seller cut me a check for the majority of the price I paid for the car.  I won't say how much but he was more than generous and I never expected him to make that decision.  I was blown away, and through several claims that he had no financial or legal obligations to me or my family, a few passive aggressive comments about me buying a used car without having any mechanical know how, and repeated reminders about how magnanimous his amazing act was I remained and still am grateful for this turn of events.  He didn't have to give me back the money but he did and I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth for very long.

Thanks to this fortunate turn of events we were able to afford the repairs.  We debated taking the check, selling the van which the seller did not want back, and trying to buy a different car but after consulting with our mechanic we decided to have the van repaired.  This is not a car we will be driving cross country and is only needed for local driving.   Our mechanic believes that with the repair performed it will serve us well.  Of course, we'll have to wait an see what the universe has in store for us unfortunate car owners.

PS.  Today is Leap Day 2016.  I don't think I've ever blogged on the 29th of February before.  I searched and could not find a Leap Day post.  We tried to explain Leap Year to Evie Sue today.  She quickly lost interest. So far 2016 is shaping up to be an interesting year... Happy Leap Year. 





   

When Life Gives You A Lemon... Part I

The bad 'Car'ma continues.   Bum bum bummmmmmmm!  The new van apparently does not like freezing temperatures and has a thermostat that sticks when it gets below 10 degrees.  Of course, I now live in Minnesota, it's the winter and my car threatens to overheat on a semi-regular basis.  The thermostat sticks the engine heats up, the temperature spikes, a warning light comes on and I have to pull over, fiddle with some knobs, and wait for the thermostat to un-stick.  Meanwhile, the heat isn't working correctly as a side effect of the issue. 

Will this car be different?  Apparently not.

Yay, what fun!  The other night it took me almost 3 times as long to get home because I had to keep pulling over to the side of the rode and killing the engine.  It was 0 degrees.  Yesterday I warmed the car up, and I use the term loosely because it never warmed up, and after 45 minutes the vents were still blowing cold air, the temperature gauge was too high and I was going to be late for work.  I thought I'd be more comfortable sitting in my driveway than on the side of the road.  Turns out I was wrong and freezing your ass off sucks no matter where your car is parked.  Eventually I was chauffeured to work by my loving family whom cut short their trip to the library to drive me to work.  Luckily, Evie Sue was very understanding and not upset about it in the least.  Oh, but she wasn't.

My 4 year old is a noisy, noisy child.  Whether she is talking too loud with headphones on, screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs just because she wants a cookie, or inanely babbling and shrieking in the backseat of the van as I try to keep an eye on the temperature gauge, fearing a breakdown, she always seems to be existing at an elevated volume with no desire for silence whatsoever.    Sometimes I reach my limits and I want to shout over her nonsensical chatter and tell her to shut her ever-loving mouth!  I want to jam pencils into my ears so I do not ever have to hear her singing songs from Frozen!  I try my best not to say anything too scarring in my moments of weakness. 

I'd like to go on record right now as saying, '"I'm sorry," to my father.  (There are probably countless things I could be apologizing for but in this instance I would like to apologize for being loud and obnoxious as a child and then not understanding why my father did not think I was wonderfully creative and/or fabulous every waking moment).  When I was a child my father would often say to me, "Rest your mouth, son!"  We could be watching television together, on a road trip, or even at the dinner table and at some point my father would pass his threshold for all things relating to me, my sense of humor and senseless babbling... "Rest your mouth, son!"  I would close my mouth, set my jaw in a defiant sneer and swear to never utter another knock knock joke, Pee Wee Herman impression, or ever give him the honor of hearing my voice ever again... Ever!  This resolution in actuality, probably, never lasted longer than a few minutes and then I was off again, flapping my gums.

Now, as an adult, father of 2 girls, and in-arguably still a loud and obnoxious tool I too have discovered a threshold for loudness and youth.  I get it finally and therefore would like to apologize to my father for ever vilifying you in the past when you would calmly request that I rest my mouth when you actually wanted to, simultaneously, slap me upside the head, shake me...hard, scream at me to shut the hell up, and stuff a sweaty sock in my gob.  I am sorry.

In another bit of unrelated news I have recently discovered A History of the World In 100 Objects.  It is a podcast that chronicles the history of the world using 100 objects found in the British Museum which you would've known if you just clicked on the link I pasted in this post.  Each episode is about 15 or 16 minutes long.  It's worth a listen if you have some time to kill while you're waiting for your piece of shit car to warm up in subzero weather.   

Less Than Passionate or Passionless?

I recently asked a handful of coworkers what, if anything, was or were their passions?  I got a few varying answers.  One said, "I dunno.  I really like music.  I guess I'm passionate about that."  (Doesn't seem like it.)  Another said, "I don't really have a passion right now.  It really makes life feel empty."  A few just laughed and asked me what my passion was and thereby avoided the question.

Recently, as I've been scanning social media I've come across a few "friends" who post regularly and sometimes even over-zealously about some aspect of their life and that aspect seems to define who they have become.  Countless pictures of a person at the gym or cross-fit center, mirror selfies showing their progress in getting their health body back, blog posts about accepting loss and finding love all seem to have assault me from every direction.  "Assault" is a strong word I realize; I don't have to read the person's post, or pay attention to their umpteenth inspirational Instagram post of the day but I do.  I sit on my smart phone during my dinner break, in front of the television, or on the crapper and I casually swipe my finger down the screen looking for something I don't know what. 

• Inspiration?  I doubt it.  I roll my eyes, and scoff when I see yet another mirror selfie and a random quote attached.  It doesn't seem like someone who has it all together or even answers to just a few of life's questions would spend so much time on social media.  
• An example?  I think not.  I don't get people who attach an activity to their identity, @jimmydoescrossfit and @brittanysquats post endlessly about their favorite activity, working out, and good for them but it seems a little much.  If I instagramed a picture of myself doing a chin-up, bench-pressing 250lbs at the gym, or even just physically in a gym then that would be something because this guy doesn't ever go into gyms these days.  "Look, he's in a gym!  What the hell is he doing in a gym?"
• A New Hobby?  Should I eat paleo?  Is yoga something I should be into?  Do I need to try the latest fat-burning waist-cincher?  Is their a new pyramid scheme out that I can best utilize with my facebook account?  I could sell essential oils, teeth whitening strips, yoga pants and/or Canadian yarn art but I don't want to I'd rather just swipe and scoff.

But then again who am I to criticize?  What am I passionate about?  If you were to peruse my social media postings you might find random posts about a few sports teams I like, movies I enjoy, goodreads.com updates, and a shit ton of pics of my family.  So that must mean I'm passionate about being a dad and a husband.  I enjoy it, most times, but I'm not grooming daughter to be prodigies or anything.  I'm not drilling Evie Sue day and night with mathematical flashcards or shoving a bassoon in Ronen's face.  I'm content to let them be kids right now and I quite enjoy goofing off with them.  I don't believe I've discovered a new way of parenting, in fact, I often remark on how inept of a parent I may prove to be.  As far as husbanding goes, I'm sure I have a lot of work to improve on in that regard.

What about my writing?  What about it?  I haven't actively worked on a script in an eternity.  I posted a few blog posts last year, "published" an essay online but I haven really invested myself in any one particular project that would be of note.  Even my blog posts can feel a bit routine as I'm giving monthly updates to my few readers.  Recently, I read a blog post by a high school friend.  It was about her moving on from a divorce and looking ahead, most importantly, looking and still believing in love.  She was honest, raw and a bit too much at times but she had something she wanted to say and said it with a passion.  It made me examine my writings, this blog, old scripts, etc,and wonder if I ever write with passion.  Do the stories I want to tell have passion? Is there something worthwhile that I'm trying to say with my scripts?  Do I take a stand in any of my writing or do I just comfortably hover along the middle ground?

What am I passionate about?

Politics?  Nope.  It's all a lot of stuff and nonsense.  No one can ever deliver on their promises because of all of the political manuevering that must happen.  Political parties are all flawed.  No one has the answer.

Religion?  Nope.  I believe that there is something out there in the universe that is bigger than me and I'll never understand it.  I'm okay with that.  I'll try my best to lead a good life without religion.  Organized religion is flawed because people are flawed.  No one has the answer.

Civil Rights? While I see the importance I'm not actively supporting or protesting any particular issue ate the present time.  I never really have,   I believe Black Lives Matter.  I believe White Lives Matter.  Lives matter.  Most lives matter to someone  even if they don't always matter to me.  I don't believe that I have ever oppressed anyone before but I regret oppression as a concept.  I think people should be allowed to pursue happiness, and be treated fairly because they are people and we are all sharing the same space but then again people are flawed.

Animal Cruelty?  I am not cruel to animals and I don't understand people who are no matter how flawed they are.

I don't give of myself or my time to any of the concepts listed above.  I have friends who are actively involved, volunteering their time at pet shelters, protesting police brutality in Baltimore, and drumming up support for their favorite candidate.  Not me.  I'll vote, shake my head in disgust at the evening news and pick up my dog's leavings but that's it.  These things, while I acknowledge their importance to some, do not move me to act.  I may be too apathetic.

According to merriam-webster.com the definition  of apathetic is

1 :  having or showing little or no feeling or emotion :  spiritless 

2 :  having little or no interest or concern :  indifferent

Spiritless?  Moi?  Indifferent, yes, but spiritless?  I don't know.  I agree I can be indifferent to a lot of things but I don't know if I'm apathetic.  Maybe I'm laid back... but not always.  In fact, I can be downright stressed out and emotional about many things.  Maybe I tend to be a bit uninterested these days in the world around me.  Maybe I never became a superhero not because I lacked extraterrestrial origins, an extra chromosome or a freak accident to give me superpowers but because a hero who chose to sit at home on the couch, drink a beer and watch Yo Gabba Gabba with his kids instead of fight the forces of evil and injustice wouldn't really be a hero worth being.  No one wants to read that comic.

I recently read an article, forwarded onto me by my wife*, after I asked her what she was passionate about, and in it the author says that finding your purpose has to do with identifying one or two things that are bigger than yourself.  My family would definitely be one of those things and while I may have my rough days, sleepless nights, and frustrating moments I love being a Dad.  I hope to be an engaged, and loving father.  As my daughters get older I plan for them to know me as a man who always has time for a kiss, laughs at their jokes, helps them up when they fall and spends time in healthy, rewarding friendships and relationships.  Maybe my writing will come full circle again and I'll be able to dedicate the time and effort that I always hoped I would.  Maybe I'll suddenly become passionate about an injustice in the world and feel the need to address it with my words.  Maybe I won't.  Maybe I'll just go on living as close to a decent life as I possibly can.

PS.  A coworker, a young man of 20, who was bothered by the fact that he doesn't seem to be passionate about anything anymore approached me about my question.  He reopened the discussion because it had been weighing heavily on his mind.  He feels he should have more interests having lost touch with his love of music, stopped practicing martial arts, and finding himself spending more time working on school and work.  We talked for quite awhile, and while I know we didn't come to any conclusions for either of us I do know it helped us both to be able to voice these feelings and frustrations.  That in and of itself shows me that I am not apathetic.

*  My wife didn't really have an easy answer to the question either.  It's not an easy question.  I'm sure there are those that could just rattle off a few causes that they support, or a social issue that consumes all of their free time and energy but it would appear that many people struggle with finding passion.

2016! Let's Do It!

It's a New Year!  Happy 2016!  Let's see where the year takes us.  I'm not going to post every month.  I'm just gonna write when I have time to write; when I feel like writing.  If I go months with no update then so be it.  If I am stricken by a feverish burst of writing then I'll post more often.  We'll have to wait and see.

This year we rang in the New Year with Sara's brother and his family.  They're renting a house north of us on Big Carnelian Lake and we spent the evening playing games, and enjoying some local beers.  The lake is beautiful and I even got the chance to visit a week or so later and go ice fishing for the 1st time ever! 

It wasn't a successful trip, meaning we didn't catch anything, but, in -9 degree weather, we drilled holes in 8" ice, set up a tent & heater, cracked open a few beers, dropped our hooks into the water, tore it all down and got inside by kick off for the Vikings play off appearance.  Pretty good day.

The new car.

The big news of the year, so far, is that we finally bought a car; a minivan if we're being specific.  After several set backs, and frustrating weeks of existing as a single car family we bit the bullet and committed to a 2003 Pontiac Montana.  It's been fairly well taken care of by the retired couple from whom we purchased the vehicle.  After coming through Craigslist and trying to look at/test drive multiple cars of varying quality I decided that the van appeared to be the most safe and reliable car in our price range.  Over the past few months I've seen a few beaters that I would not feel comfortable putting my kids in.  We shall have to see how it all pans out.  Will the Cobb Family's bad 'Carma' rear its ugly head again or will the van prove to be a wise choice?  

Winter creeps along and the snow stays on the ground.  We haven't had much but a recent string of -0 degree days was rough on cars and kids alike.  The baby is still not sleeping through the night and she's nearly 10 months old.  Evie Sue is loving her preschool program but needs another outlet for her limitless energy.  Plans for swim lessons and dance class have recently fallen through but we're hopeful for the next session of classes.  Soon I'd like to get her involved in a team sport, as well.  I'm currently reading 109 East Palace:Robert Oppenheimer and the Secret City of Los Alamos.  It's a pretty interesting book about a fascinating time in American History.  I also just saw the new Star Wars film and I have mixed feelings about it but that could be a whole other post... 

Season's Greetings

Is it the New Year yet?  C'mon!  We've now been living in Minnesota for 6 months.

'Twas the day after Christmas and work has been chaotic during the holiday season, as it always is, working in the grocery/retail business.  Americans want what they want when they want and as much as they can get and they expect to get it.  It's their right.  Needless to say this has made for some long shifts these last few weeks.  As we head into the new year and then a few quieter months I hope to enjoy the job more.

Big News!  Evie Sue turned 4 years old on this 16th of the month!  I can hardly believe it.  We threw a little shindig for friends and family and everyone had a lovely time.  The kids were running around screaming, the adults were conversing over the screams and I was drinking.  We have a ton more princess items to add to our impressive collection.  The birthday present win of the year goes to Sara, who bought a box/trunk at the local goodwill and gifted it as a dress up box.  Now all of the princess gowns, tutus, and assorted costume pieces have a home.

Christmas Eve was spent in the company of family at the Patsy home in White Bear Lake.  Grandparents, great aunts & great uncles, aunts & uncles, cousins, and kids all gathered in a cozy home to exchange gifts, stories, and Christmas Cheer.  Christmas morning we stayed home with just the four of us and opened presents.  Sara cooked her traditional Christmas Quiche; this year with pepperoni, mozzarella and green peppers.  This is something we started a few years back and we look forward to every Christmas morning.  There have been several variations over the years including Greek inspired with roasted red pepper, feta, & asparagus, and/or also tomato, mozzarella & basil sometimes it varies but it is always Red, White & Green.  Then later I made chili, and Grandma & Grandpa came over to hang out.  All in all it was a good day considering that there's a cold going around, Ronen is the latest victim, and that Evie Sue was so hopped up on Pez, chocolate, and other sugar-based snacks that she was physically incapable of following directions for the entire day.

This was my 1st Christmas away from my family in many years and we definitely missed having them to celebrate with but I was able to Skype with 2/3 of my immediate family and exchanged a few text messages with friends and family wishing them a Merry Christmas.  Christmas presents are in the mail, I promise.  I was just a day too late.  Hope everyone out there had a great holiday.  New Years is right around the corner and 2016 is coming up fast.

In other news, Ronen is still not sleeping through the night.  Sara is on a winter break, of sorts, from work and we are still a single car family after a couple of set backs in our automobile search - both involving the same prospective seller.  It's a long aggravating story, but the long and the short of it is that we are restarting our search after having two sure things all through.  We have a lead through a family member and I'll start actively combing the area for something safe and affordable.  Hopefully the new year will see us with 2 reliable cars.

I am still not even close to finishing the book I am currently reading.  I started Dean Koontz's From The Corner of His Eye during the second week of October but the work schedule, the family duties and the holidays have all conspired to keep my reading to a minimum and I am only about halfway through the 768 page thriller.  Slow and steady...  I also have not been productive with my writing.

The fantasy football season is over and what a disappointing season it was, too.  I failed to make the play offs in both leagues I was involved in this year.  It was ugly.  I picked up several players during the season whom I thought would help me do well but week in and week out I my imaginary squad did not deliver.  There were a few weeks when I, distracted as I am these days, neglected my line up, left empty slots and/or didn't pay attention to injury news.  Oh well, few things matter less and this season I just could get things going my way.  There's always next imaginary season.

A Day Late (I Missed November)

Halloween was a smashing success.  The Sunday before Halloween we took the kids to Como Park Zoo  for Zoo Boo.  Along with Cousins Nikki & Dave and Great Aunties Di & Karen we made our way through the zoo trick or treating and meeting costumed volunteers, and many Disney Princesses.  Sara and I won 1st prize in a costume party during a Friday night pub crawl.  Saturday we went out trick or treating with Sara's best friend and her 3 kids.  We weren't out that long but with 4 kids (Ronen stayed home with Grandma) it was long enough.  White Bear Lake really makes trick or treating fun.  We saw 2 haunted houses, a clown on stilts and multiple driveway bonfires.  After the kids settled down Sara and I had a few beers and watched Hellraiser!

For the 2nd year in a row we made a Dias Del Los Muertos Altar in memory of my Mom.  Teal is the color of Ovarian Awareness, the gin if for her gin & tonics, pictures of family, one of her hats, flowers, some skulls and a candle.  This year we had to go and dig out our artifacts from storage in Sara's parents' garage and we almost missed the celebration.  My girls, so far Sara and Evie Sue, get into it and it's a fun way to remember Grandma Sue.    

Sara and I celebrated another Anniversary.  8 years of marriage brings us to the Bronze or Pottery Anniversary.  Unfortunately, with 2 small children we have not really found the time to celebrate the way we would've liked to.  We cut short an evening of cocktails due to a fever-stricken baby, and took the girls out for breakfast at a local eatery on the morning of the Anniversary but as of yet we have not truly found time to  mark the occasion. 

Thanksgiving this year, our 1st in Minnesota, was spent at Sara's brother's house with the In-Laws.  A few kids, 2 sets of grandparents - both Evie and Ronen's & their cousins' other grandparents -  sat down for a turkey dinner, a few card games and some family time.  I tried to Skype with my family back home but missed both my father and little brother, and then the time I did get with the older brother and his family was hectic and distracting due to the chaos on my side of the video call. 

Ronen is a challenge at times.  This kids got you all fooled.  Whenever we take her places, to visit family, shopping -  what have you  - she shows off.  She's well-behaved and quiet.  People will tell us what an angel she is or how wonderful she's been.  You put this kid in a car, however, or try to get her to sleep through the night and it's a whole different ball game.  This one weekend in November she didn't go to be before 4 AM for a few nights in a row.  She napped and slept earlier in the evening but woke up around midnight as I'm crawling into bed - sneaking, really, with ninja-like stealth - and she wakes up and wants to party.  Of course, then we caught a little cold and it's even more unpredictable, she'd sleep until 3AM but then wake up every 20 minutes until her sister wakes up at 7.  There are some nights when Sara and I deal better with it than others and then there are nights when it seems like we might be losing out minds.  The kids almost 8 months old when will we get to sleep again.  Sleepless nights lead to exhausting days and then before you know it we've grumbled and stumbled our way into another sleepless night.  

I guess that's the way the cookie bounces, however.  I need to slow down and give thanks and appreciate the time I spend at home with the girls.  Too often I get frustrated with the every day dealings, sleepless nights and the absence of silence...  Then I go to work and all I want to do is go home and be with my family.  It is way too easy to get frustrated these days, being tired and frazzled from lack of sleep with the baby, still, and the sass and lack of listening we get from her older sister, but I should remind myself that the family time is the important time.  Work is what I do so I can have that important family time.  I hope the holidays are good to us.

PS.  As it turns out we will not be getting the afore mentioned house that we had been pursuing.  It's just not meant to be.  The plan going forward is to spend the winter in our current apartment, and resume the house hunting in the springtime.  More immediate is finding a reliable 2nd car for the family.  

Tricks and Treats

First things first, we have finished our Juicy Lucy Tour.  I figured I would jump right into the important stuff.  It's what you wanted to hear about isn't it?  Sara and I decided that we would only do 3 stops for the tour since so many local restaurants/ bars are featuring Juicy Lucies on their menus.  We decided we would got to the 2 establishments that claim to have invented the Juicy Lucy and then one who has apparently improved on the concept.  As you may have read in the previous post, we originally stopped by The Blue Door Pub for lunch.  (See September's post)

Our 2nd stop was Matt's Bar & Grill in St. Paul.  Matt's is a dark little restaurant with the griddle behind the bar, a single lunch time waitress and no credit card machines so bring cash.  The burger with grilled onions was a deliciously oozing mess that drenched the paper it was served on.  The cheese was a little runny for me but the burger was good.  Unfortunately, and Sara and I slightly disagree on this point, the service was just average, and it seemed like the entire establishment is run with the idea that they created the Juicy Lucy, it's that good, and so the the customer can deal with the inconvenience of no credit cards, a crowded restaurant and a small unfriendly staff.  The burgers were good but they weren't that good.

Finally, we made it back to St. Paul - all of these visit's were done in a little over a month and a half - and stopped in for lunch at The Nook.  A charming little bar that also claims to have invented these delicious burgers, has a friendly staff, and a bowling alley in the basement.  Sara got the traditional and I got mine with pepper jack cheese.  The burgers were plump, not as well done as some of the other places and the cheese was thicker leading Sara to hypothesize that they must use a cheese sauce.  We never found out but we will return because the burgers were that good.  The bowling alley looked fun - we didn't get a chance to play on our 1st visit - and we want to try the Spanish Fly burger which adds ground chorizo to the beef mix.

So, in summary, all 3 of the restaurants are local landmarks, and have their rabid, molten cheese-loving fans who swear that they serve the best Juicy Lucy in the Twin Cities.  Our favorite Juicy Lucy was hands down from the Nook.  We also enjoyed the garlicky blue cheese version served by The Blu Door Pub where we also hope to visit again and this time I will try the Jiffy Burger!  Matt's burgers were good but we both agreed we wouldn't go out of our way to go back and eat there.  Now that the food challenge is over maybe we'll start another.  How's about lutefisk?
 
In other news, family-related, the Cobb girls got to head out of town for a Girls Weekend in Wisconsin with Grandma Linda, Auntie Di and cousin, Nikki.  The ladies traveled up north east and into the Badger State for a few nights.  They'd rented a cabin on a lake, and were looking forward to a weekend of bonding.  I stayed at home with the dog and  cooked for one, watched action movies, had a bonfire and enjoyed the quiet.  I also managed to finish that memoir I was reading and start another book entitled Escape from the Deep: The Epic Story of a Legendary Submarine and her Courageous Crew:)  I also decided to read a thriller/ scary book for the month of October and am not very far into Dean Koontz's From the Corner of His Eye.

Our Halloween plans are moving along nicely.  Evie Sue was gifted a Princess dress by her great aunties, and is super excited.  Sophia The 1st is the actual costume, and it is a wonder that we have been able to keep her out of the costume this long.  She's actually lost and earned back the dress several times during the last few weeks due to her behavior; 3 year olds can be punks.  Sara and I will be attending a Halloween Pub Crawl next week but our costumes are still TBD.  I'm not sure where we will be trick or treating this year but I'm sure I'll be told the morning of.  We've always trick or treated with Bennett & Savannah in Maryland so this will be different.  Hopefully we can Skype on Halloween before the festivities so we can check out everyone's costumes.

A bit of interesting news, a non-fiction piece I wrote is going to be published, er um... posted on a literary website this month.  Ampersandlit.com is a website that provides a place where writers and artists can share their work..  It's good exposure and I was interested in getting something out there.  I wrote the essay after moving here to Minnesota and meeting new coworkers who often times were curious about me and my family.  It felt good to write something and I have two other projects I'm dusting off for possible submission to a few theatre companies.
 
The search for a place to live continues.  Maybe we'll buy a house...or maybe not.  We've been looking at a house for a few weeks now and we both really like it.  We've toured the house twice and now just need to crunch some numbers and see if it's doable, not to mention applying for the home loan.  Stressful stuff, if you ask me but a necessary step.  We'll submit the pre-screening paperwork and see if the house is meant for us.  We'll keep you updated.

Time? Is It Really On My Side?

Summer has come and gone.  Autumn is upon us.  I wouldn't say that the weeks are flying by but I don't know where the time is going.  Ronen is almost 6 months old and we have been in Minnesota for over two months.  That's crazy. 

I've been reading the same book,  One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, since the beginning of May.  Now I am not the fastest reader but to spend over 4 months on a 400 page book is just ridiculous.  It shows you how busy I've have been.  Between packing, moving, unpacking, working and raising two wonderful, time-consuming daughter I have not been able to get through this book.  I like it but I've been reading it so long that I often don't remember details when the author references earlier incidences.  I am getting closer to the end and the stubborn reader in me will not not simply quit reading the book but I often find myself vegging out in front of the television instead of reading. 

Speaking of television, Sara and I have started watching the TV show Breaking Bad.   This highly acclaimed television show is every bit as good as we have been told.  We often discover shows after they've been out for a while and we watch free dvds from the library to catch up.  We're a couple seasons in already.  This show is so good that I often forget I haven't finished my book yet.  I've also been mildly obsessed with classic samurai movies recently.  In the past month I have watched Seven Samurai, Yojimbo and Sanjuro and I have already put in a request for the Hidden Fortress at our local library. 

Football Season has started and while I don't have much hope for the Redskins I also don't have much hope for my fantasy football squad.  This year marks the 9th year I have played fantasy football in a league of friends and family.  I have had mixed success over the years; finishing either in the middle of the pack or at bottom in most years.  It's a fun little hobby that I try not to obsess too much over,  and also I try not to take too seriously when I have a crap week.  (My book reading time just keeps shrinking, doesn't it?) 

This past weekend the Cobbs took in the local Renaissance Festival.  It's an annual tradition we started in Maryland, always including my father in the trip if possible.  This year was  a little different, we obviously missed my dad.  The Minnesota Festival is just as big maybe even a bit bigger but less wooded than the Maryland one, with large open fields covering much of the grounds.  This year also centered around a lot of what Evie Sue wanted to do.  We started the day with a princess tea party event, toured Mermaid Cove, got her face-painted and even met Cinderella face to face.  There were no oyster shooters like I'm used to but the food selection was mostly the same with the addition of cheese curds!  Schell beer was on tap, and we pushed a stroller with Ronen lounging all over the medieval realm.  It was fun outing. 

The family is good.  Ronen is almost 6 months old and sleeps through the night more than she used to but not every night.  Evie has started a preschool program two days a week, and is super excited about her Tuesday night dance class in which she learns Tap, Ballet and other dance forms!  Sara is semi-actively looking at real estate listings, and trying to move the us in the direction of finding our own place.   She also has been hired by the White Bear School District for a part time job working in their Before Care program 5 mornings a week.  It would not be an understatement to say that Sara was snatched up by the hiring managers at her job.  The woman who 1st called Sara could not even disguise her eagerness to interview someone with 'all sorts of wonderful qualifications'.  Sara applied, interviewed and started all within a few days time.

In a completely unrelated side note, this maybe the land of 10,000 Lakes but I am more aware of all of the water towers I see poking up above the trees everywhere you look.  I pass by 5 on my way to work everyday.  It seems that every other neighborhood has to have it's own water tower, and even some of the businesses.  It's just a funny little thing I noticed since moving here. 

Top Left To Bottom Left: Vadnais Heights, Shoreview, Arden Hills, Woodbury, White Bear Lake, & Minnesota State Fair

 Let's take a moment to discuss some local cuisine before I wrap up the post.  Minnesota is known for certain foods such as the lutefiske, 'hot dishes', wild rice and Walleye but have you ever heard of the 'Juicy Lucy'?   A local favorite, a 'Juicy Lucy' is a cheeseburger wherein the cheese has been cooked in the middle of two patties.  So basically a larger burger with a molten cheese center.  Sounds good to me.  In all of my years of visiting Minnesota I have never found the time to try this delicacy.  Well, that's gonna change.  We recently visited the Blue Door Pub in St. Paul; our 1st stop on our Juicy Lucy tour of the Twin Cities.  The 'Blucy' is created with a garlic and blue cheese center to the burger and is the Blue Door's twist on the idea.  They serve other variations such as the 'Merriam Park Blucy', which I had, with bacon and red currant jelly added to the 'Blucy'.  I chickened out when it came to 'Jiffy Burger' which adds bacon and peanut butter.  In the weeks to come we will seek out more burger joints on our Juicy Lucy Tour.  I can't wait.   

PS.  At the time of this posting, I have finally finished the book, and started a memoir by Gene Wilder entitled Kiss Me Like A Stranger.

PPS.  Happy Birthday, Pops.

The Dog Days

The Summer is drawing to a close and it has been a beautiful and eventful season.  Most days have been in the 80's with chilly evenings and mornings.  Over all it has been wonderful.  Yes, there are mosquitoes but we were aware of them long before moving here.  A common joke is that the mosquito is the state bird.  The spiders are what surprised me.  They're everywhere.  Leave something out on the patio for a day - say a chair - and when you come back a day or so later webs blanket the chair.  It's like something out of a bad horror flick.

I mentioned eventful.  We have been busy.    Whether it's splashing around in Grandma & Grandpa's pool, cooking out on the St. Croix River Boomsite with Sara's brother and his family, or attending work-related parties we are quite the little social butterflies.  Unexpected mini-adventures like the Boomsite are wonderful.  It was a beautiful evening spent on the river.  There always seems like there's something to do on our weekends; Sara had her 20th Year High School Reunion, we had a backyard get together for some friends and family, and we got together with some of Sara's family who flew in from the West Coast.

Oh, and then there was our trip to Comotown!  With Grandma, Auntie Diane, cousin Nikki and us parents in tow Evie Sue had a blast! Como Park Zoo & Conservatory is a popular attraction here in St. Paul.  Como Town is a small carnival/amusement park in the larger park.  Evie Sue rode on her very 1st thrill ride!  After spinning around on The Tornado with Daddy she allowed herself to step back and ride the Tea Cups with Mommy.  Sara got a little queasy.  After that it was Bumper Cars, a train ride, some fire engine kids ride where you're squirting a 'burning' building, and finished off her day with the swings!  She was pretty much up for anything.  It was a good day for Evie Sue.  

She's had a few bad days too.  Adjusting to being a big sister, the move across half the country and all of the changes that go along with such big events have started to take their toll on my Jekyll & Hyde.  One moment she's as sweet and loving as ever and then, in the blink of an eye, something switches and she becomes a royal pain in the butt!  She sits in my lap during a morning matinee at the movies, well-behaved and affectionate, and then we come home and she tries to lock her infant sister in a submission hold.  She'll lovingly snuggle up to Ronen, who is enjoying some floor time, and say, 'I love my baby sister," before trying to smother her with forceful hugs and kisses despite our warnings to give her sister some space.  She's three... and a half.  She's a strong-willed child.
It's a only phase.  She doesn't understand what' going on, blah blah blah.  I hope this phase passes soon.  It's hard to find the balance between encouraging her creativity, channeling her never-ending energy supply, and trying not to crush her spirit, or discourage her individuality while keeping her from burning down the house!  One day we'll figure this kid out.

Let's talk soccer; Barclay's Premier League Football to be more specific.  The 2015-2016 season has begun and I am determined to watch more games this season.  I was super excited after catching a few of the Women's World Cup games, and cheering on the US team for the next Premiere League season.  In years past I've got a few games here and there and always cheered for the Liverpool Football Club as a casual fan.  My fandom was  born not from geographic origins, or a family tradition but rather from a show souvenir given to me from a director in honor of an award-winning  performance.  Ever since keeping my costume piece, a LFC warm up jacket, I have cheered for the Reds as best I can.*  This year I determined to do better.  I watched the Liverpool season opener with my family and Evie Sue tried her best to pay attention to the game often cheering on 'Liverpoop!'.  She doesn't quite understand the game or the team rivalries but during another random game she asked if the people in the crowd were going to sing the Liverpool song.  I'll turn her into a fan.  Then maybe we'll get her on the field and see if she has any athletic ability.

Other than that work is work and the cogs continue to turn in the great machine that is consumerism.  Family life, as implied earlier, is a little chaotic with our two daughters, tired parents and a hyper-neurotic dog.  There's not much time to read - I've been on the same book for months - let alone write and besides there's the fact that most of my supplies are in storage and I can't seem to get organized at all plus a whole complicated computer hardware/software issue that is keeping me from accessing old writing projects.  It's a mess.  Fantasy Football is right around the corner so that'll be a fun.  We still hope to make it to some local Minor League Baseball games before the season ends and try to enjoy as much of the remaining Summer as we can.  Autumn will be here before we know it.

*  Today is the 17th of August and whilst watching the the 2nd game/1st home game of the Season for Liverpool I glance down at my Liverpool jacket and noticed that the letters read LFSC and not LFC for Liverpool Football Club.  I then remember that on the back it reads Liverpool LFSC New England USA???  After an extensive google search I realize that my 'authentic team' jacket, a gift given to me by the director of show in which I played a British serial killer, was actually not official but from an American Liverpool Football Supporters Club!  My Premier League loyalty has been based on a fallacy!  Sara just giggled and commented on the quality of dramaturgical research that went into this highly commended theatrical production.  I'm will not be swayed, however, and will continue to root for my Reds! 

Summer In The Great White North

So here we are, newly transplanted Minnesotans, you betcha!

Things are moving along here in the Land of 10,000 Lakes.  Summer is in full swing because it is, after all, July.  Life here is still a little bit surreal.  We're living in Sara's hometown less than a mile from the house she grew up in.  We're fortunate enough to be staying in a full-furnished garden apartment, with a great backyard, that a friend of the family owns.  (We plan to find a place of our own in the surrounding area within the next few months.)  I was lucky enough to transfer stores with my job and have rolled right into the new work routine.  Things have kinda just fallen into place.

Sara hears the same question all the time, "How is Ty adjusting to Minnesota?"

"How are you finding life in Minnesota?" I often get asked.

It's not Mars people, it's Minnesota.  It was the 32nd state in the Union and it is the same country that I've lived most of my life.  I mean, sure, the evenings have been a bit cooler, apparently there is a cultural phenomenon called a cake walk*, and the accents are pretty amazing.  Before moving here I've only heard the accent from, shall we say, older women and/or family members but everybody here sounds like an old Minnesotan grandma when they open their mouths.    It's funny to me how prevalent the accent actually is and it's everybody.  (Well, not everybody but all ages and races.)  Another funny thing I noticed is that Minnesotans often exaggerate their own accents at times when talking with each other.

It's been 3 weeks since the move and we're still a hot item around town.  We've had a constant flow of visitors, invitations, and social engagements to keep our little family occupied.  Sara and the girls are enjoying the Summer with play dates, street festivals/farmer's markets and dance camps.  Evie Sue is a little fireball of energy from the moment she wakes up until the moment she drifts off to sleep after continually claiming to not be tired.  Her selective listening skills are in full swing and she is constantly testing limits.  Ronen continues to gain weight even though she seems to crap twice her body weight every day, she is smiling and cooing now and is starting to display a neat little personality.  Of course, she is a baby and can be very fussy and/or challenging baby.  One night she'll sleep through the entire night and then turn around and keep us up the next night.  One day we'll figure this kid out.

The job is the job.  I'm working in a slower store but I was kinda looking forward to a change of pace.  I've already been given an order/larger role in the store and I've only been there a few weeks.  I am enjoying being in a state that allows the sell of beer & wine in the store; it gives me another section of the store to familiarize myself with and more product knowledge to acquire.  Can you say wine tastings?  The biggest change in the work routine is just being the new guy in the store.  I don't have close friends working side by side with me.  I'll make friends, that's never a problem, but for the time being I'm kinda on my own.  It's funny how easy it is to take work friendships for granted until you move into a new situation.  I've received several text messages from former coworkers telling me how much I am missed and similar sentiments.  It's nice to know that I'm missed.

On that note, I must mention that this week it has been 6 years since my Mom passed away.  The anniversary of her death, and then her birthday all fall within a week's time.  To say it's a difficult 7 days is an understatement.  Time has marched on without her, and today I find myself a father of two beautiful little girls who will never know the amazing woman that was my mother.  Well, not in person anyway.  Evie Sue is aware of her Grandma Sue, and knows that she is no longer with us.  She recognizes pictures of my Mom, and sometimes brings her up out of the clear blue sky.  When she is being extra dramatic and looking for sympathy she'll sometimes pout, look sad and then say, "I miss my Grandma Sue."

I just pout, look sad, and add, "So do I.  So do I."  Happy Birthday, Ma.  Miss you.

*  A cake walk is a Midwestern tradition where people pay to walk around a cake and stop, with the music, on a number.  A random number is drawn and the corresponding participant wins a cake.