Detours...

Detours... I am not sure of the definition but I'm defining a detour as anything that takes you from the path you want to follow. The path we wanted to follow this summer was to spend time on the water in our boat. But...


My broken arm was certainly a detour, but it is nearly back on the right path.


Mike was up to the University for a "routine" visit with his cardiologist and he ended up having a stress test a few days later - a detour, but all turned out well.


A yearly visit to my doctor in Maplewood netted a high reading on a couple of tests and so I returned a week later for a retest... another detour, but all turned out well.


Mike's scheduled and then rescheduled hernia surgery took 4 trips to Mayo to accomplish, definite detours... but it is now done, he was home the same day and is now resting for a week or so.


And then there are the road detours... St. Peter's main drag is a mess and so it was a detour we took to a family reunion last Saturday. Lauren posed by her great great grandmother's wedding dress that was on display for the occasion.

My Uncle Harold enjoyed his role as the oldest (and wisest?) person there.

Today, it was another detour that took me to another family reunion. Here the first cousins pose with mom, the oldest and wisest family member there!

Sometimes, on detours, you find something that makes the different path worthwhile

I learned to be less self-conscience and that a little weight loss really does improve overall health. Mike learned that he is heart healthy and will soon be free of hernia pain.

And at Ma's funeral and then the reunions, we both learned again, the importance of staying connected with family.

Oh, and I found a couple of cool places to take pictures on the highway 60 detour to Faribault. Doesn't this guy seem to be saying "What cha lookin at?" (Bobby, I was practicing taking pictures of eyes.)

So, we have only been on the water a couple of times this summer. But, that's ok. The detours have been worthwhile.