So, here I am. Let me preface this post by saying – apologies for deserting you, my loyal readers, for so long. It’s been a busy few months, hence the stress. Aside from our direct neighbors (Bill, Pat, Jimmy, Matt, Becky… you know who you are), we decided that our neighborhood in the Chicago area just wasn’t for us anymore. Quite frankly, there has been too much violence brewing in recent years. So, we listed our house and a week later, we were under contract! That was in August.
We left our quaint Northwestern University college town of 75,430 people and plopped down just outside of Lengby, MN, population 85. I’m guessing we didn’t actually increase the population, but simply maintained it due to a couple of recent deaths in the area. Technically, we aren’t even in Lengby proper, so I’m not even sure if we technically count.
What do you get in Lengby?
- Deer. A trio of deer outside your front door at 6am and again at 6pm. As long as they don’t mess with my garden next year, they are welcome to hang out and mesmerize the children.
- A post office. You can rent a P.O. box, have mail delivered to your home, and you can even see someone in person if needed from 12-2pm Monday through Friday, and 9-11am on Saturdays.
- A lake, complete with swimming beach. As a matter of fact, the very one I spent many an afternoon at when I was only a little lass. And, later, when I was a dumb teenager, prone to stupid activities like skinny dipping. The unsafe and definately not National Safety Council approved diving platform is still there.
- Great neighbors. One dropped off a cord of wood as a housewarming gift! We blew through that pretty quickly due to recent -29 degree temps.
But, all in all… we LOVE IT! I’m pretty sure I speak for all of us.