Find Your Happy Place


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I got your happy place right here.

Happy Place: the rustic bench at campsite #1 in Split Rocak Lighthouse State Park.
Sad Place: The now closed print shop where my wife once worked, where I had to tell her her father had suffered a fatal heart attack.

Rocak?

For many, many years my happy place was at the cabin. But since it factored somewhat in my marital split a few years ago, it’s now become my sad place. :(
 
So, I need to find a new happy place. I’m thinking Paris, France could be my new happy place.

Happy is overrated.

The spot where the Mississippi and the Minnesota rivers join up is where I’ve gone to help deal with a couple of important very heavy, sad times in my life. Helped wash away the dark stuff just by staring at the rivers flowing. So it’s sad, but enhappifying (eventually).

I like sitting in the backyard with my wife having a drink. If I’m complaining about something, it’s a rather sure sign that I’ve reached about as close to a level of contentment as I’m going to get. 

My wife dumped me (before we were married – she later changed her mind about me) on a picnic bench in the park below the dorms on the river at the U of MN campus while bunnies froclicked, or some other word starting with f and ending with -ed, nearby.  Bit surreal at the time.

Jane, after I was dumped several years ago, I spent hours fishing at that confluence, usually with a mild buzz of some sort. I wonder if we were ever there at the same time?
 

Awesome finally we get our MNspeak “missed connection”
 
My happy place is most definitely on my patio in the summer, my feet kicked up on the old bleached oak stump I use as a footrest.  Rosé in hand, dog at my feet and my wife at my side.
 
My sad place is on a street corner across from the Zebra in Bozeman MT where I watched my freind who would ultimately die of brain cancer seize un the concrete at bar close.

Baker, if so, I’m glad you were there to help. That’s a special place. 
 

The comfy ol’ chaise longue on my deck, with most of me in the shade, but my feet and ankles in the sunshine.

Wow – this is an awesome experience.  Tomorrow it will be at the Walker Open Field from 11 -5 pm.  Weather looks good :)
http://walkerart.org/openfield/
My joy coordinates – where I met my wonderful wife.  Pain = the spot where I watched my dad die of cancer.
 
Peace to All
Rocky