The Next Big Move (or not...)

Everytime Jennie and I move, we go further north. Indiana to Chicagoland, Chicagoland to the Twin Cities... I tease my wife that our next stop is Winnipeg. She threatens me everytime I mention migrating to Canada, with everything from refusing to do my laundry anymore (so what) to no longer cooking her homemade Chicken and Wild Rice Soup for me (ok, that gets my attention).

However, after watching the local weather this morning, I've had a change of heart.

According to one local meteorologist, Winnipeg was looking at wind chills in the neighborhood of -55*F.

That's below zero.

That's painfully below zero.

When I saw the "-55" on the regional weather map, my toes instantly turned a lovely shade of violet blue, and icicles began to form on my spleen.

However, I am still holding out hope for a northward move. (Jennie, if you're reading this, don't contact the divorce lawyer. I promise this isn't Manitoba.) A couple of years back, we fell in love with this small town on the north shore of Lake Superior called Grand Marais.

I figure, as a pastor / writer, I can live just about anywhere. Besides, writers make beaucoup bucks, because they know lots of linguistic tricks, like how to abuse foreign words (like beaucoup) and make them sound like they fit. The way I figure it, all I have to do is write and sell about 250 articles a month, and we're in like Flynn! (Well... that and Jennie getting a job at the Gunflint Tavern - home of the world's greatest vegetarian chili!)

There's not a Supermegawegotitall store to be found. But they have the Dockside Fish Market. Between the smoked fish, pickled herring and the Gunflint's chili (which, as an employee, Jennie could get the recipe for), we will eat like royalty!

Just think... sitting along the shore, writing all day long, preparing sermons, and munching on smoked fish with not a care in the world... Works for me! Besides, right now the wind chill is only -16*F in Grand Marais. That's a lot warmer than Winnipeg!