Letters to Tuvia#80: Good Morning From Minneapolis (11-18-15)

Morning T,

Coming to you from Minneapolis.  Sorry, but my only means of communication has become this medium.  Yes, the phone would have been quicker but you forgot to leave me your new phone number.  Ha!  See, my sense of humor may be returning.

Sad to say that even though we left in a sunshine blaze yesterday morning, we arrived to a Minneapolis in a chilly, rainy, downpour.  Not my favorite way to greet a new city, as we raced out of the airport to the first taxi  with a driver who doesn’t get GPS in his own city but with our iPhones blazing, Mary  led the driver to our AirB&B.

After a few twists and turns of the lock box and door knobs we were inside this home, transferred over to us for our time here.  I know this would not work for you, and hmm, it would be nice, even for me, to be located in the heart of the city, but that’s okay. I’m with friends who are happy to navigate us to Minneapolis civilization. Half of us are here and the other half somewhere else in the city.  We will be meeting up tonight for an HVWP dinner.  But after a strong cup of coffee we are taking up some work at the dining room table IMG_8968

Yesterday, even with the rain, was almost perfect!  We found our way over  to Pat’s Tap Room, just a block away from the house and took our time to enjoy lunch, some afternoon drinks and good conversation and with the presentation scheduled for Thursday on my mind, I was thrilled that Mary would join me back at the dining room table to get something moving.  Jackie and Diane left us to explore the city a bit,  but for the new few hours Mary and I sat together in silent productivity.  Without company, I would have been napping.

Even after Jackie and Diane returned, Mary was still at it.  We had to pull her away to get back out in the streets for a break and a bit of late night dinner and conversation.  It was mostly about you, about us, about how lucky I was to have found you when I did.  There was something that I loved about your meet ups with Mary, that soft, sweet vibe back and forth between the two of you.  (Pause for a moment of remembering)

We walked back, I found my way to center in this actually comfy bed and with my Kindle, I slept, eventually and probably had a better night than I imagined.  Yes, I am missing our morning conversations.  My iPhone just doesn’t hold the attraction it did for me when I needed it to get to you.  I wish I had some of our conversations on tape. Oh well… they are in my head, somewhere in those Tuvia memory banks, right?

It’s actually great to have arrived a day earlier for the NWP conference.  No racing.  We can drink coffee leisurely, although I’ll need some food soon.  Yes, I’m missing my power breakfast to kick off the day, but for now, I’m okay.  Sun looks like it’s coming up and we will be getting showered and dressed and out to explore the city.  So, pictures to follow, my love. I know this is one city you had on your list to see but you didn’t stay long enough so I’m here for both of us.

Yes, I miss you Tuv R.


Bonnie S.

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