What to write about when the Muses abandon you? I sit in front of the laptop and nothing I think would be of the slightest interest to another human being drifts into my brain. The inspiration just isn’t there. Our lives have been notably low key the past couple months. A big night out is throwing darts at the Knickerbocker Saloon. I can’t blame COVID for my lack of inspiration anymore. That’s just life in the Indiana corn belt. The one-two punch of an uninspiring place paired with my lack of ability to make it inspirational.
We did a quick trip to Nebraska, for a rather somber purpose. My niece Katie died suddenly in Dutch Harbor, Alaska. Her husband came home and found her unresponsive. Her memorial service was in Fremont, Nebraska where my brother and sister-in-law now live. As a child, Katie took her first steps in our cabin down in Bloomington. She died at 33, a mother of two and a step-mother of another two. And a Navy veteran. I had the privilege of making a display case for her memorial flag. RIP Katie. We can’t change what happened, we can only accept that it happened and move on. But our acceptance still doesn’t make it right. Some things just should not happen.
Our last Lewis and Clark stop was in Pittsburgh where the Corps of Discovery had their keelboat built and started westward. While in Nebraska we were close by the Missouri River but given the circumstances we didn’t have much exploration time. While at the Desoto National Wildlife Refuge we were on the banks Missouri River. Nothing much we can say about our intrepid explorers except that the Corps of Discovery passed the point where we were standing.
The Missouri River, much changed from when the Corps of Discovery passed this way.
So, here’s hoping the Muses show up with my inspiration injection. I’m certainly in need of a booster right now.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 