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This morning I took a free Myers-Briggs test.  I have never take one before, so I was interested to see what would come out of it.  I’ve always been a bit skeptical about these types of tests because it’s hard to tell whether I’m answering the questions correctly.  I wonder if I’m answering the way I wish I was or the way I really am.  It’s hard to tell.  But as I look at the results I realize that I am an ENFP.  Lauren, however, is an ISTJ.  This means that where I am Extroverted she is Introverted.  Where I am  iNtuitive she is Sensing.  I am Feeling and she is Thinking.  I am Perceiving and she is Judging.  In reality this is all neither good or bad.  It’s just amusing.

Here’s what it said about us ENFP:

ENFP – The “Advocate”

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ENFPs are introspective, values-oriented, inspiring, social and extremely expressive. They actively send their thoughts and ideas out into the world as a way to bring attention to what they feel to be important, which often has to do with ethics and current events. ENFPs are natural advocates, attracting people to themselves and their cause with excellent people skills, warmth, energy and positivity. ENFPs are described as creative, resourceful, assertive, spontaneous, life-loving, charismatic, passionate and experimental.

And for Lauren and all the ISTJ’s:

ISTJ – The “Examiner”

 

ISTJs are responsible, loyal and hard working. They have an acute sense of right and wrong and work hard at preserving established norms and traditions. Because of their deep sense of duty they are dedicated to everything they do and are very dependable. ISTJs care deeply for those closest to them.

Have you taken the Myers-Briggs test?  Do you know what you are?  Do you have any advise for Lauren and I?

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I am trying to teach my mind
to bear the long, slow growth
of the fields, and to sing
of its passing while it waits.

The farm must be made a form,
endlessly bringing together
heaven and earth, light
and rain building back again
the shapes and actions of the ground.

Cheers.

It’s during evenings like this present one that I wish I lived in a house. I am blessed with this apartment. It’s a great place for Lauren and I to begin our life together, but it can be noisy. I’m sitting the porch reflecting on my day, anticipating Lauren’s arrival, enjoying a wonderful beer, but all of that continues to be interrupted by whiny children yelling across the apartment complex.  I know that every neighborhood deals with their own unwanted noises, so I’m not thinking that a house would provide the utopia that I dream of.  But I can’t shake the dream of having a house some day.  I know that Lauren and I aren’t the “settle down and get a house” type of people (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and our conversations about a house often involve other people living there with us.  I want a house that creates a community.  I want the whiny children to be my children (well, not really, but you know what I mean).  I want a back yard that is filled with vegetables, people, tree swings, and laughter.  I want a house that welcomes the stranger and the broken and the healing.  I want a house that knows the needs of the neighbors and is quick to help however it can.  I want a house that shares in the rhythm of the seasons through school calendars, holiday celebrations, and planting cycles.

This is the house that I dream of.  A house who’s dwellers share life and all that entails.

[Don’t forget to read the preface]

Lauren and I have a fairly routine weekly dinner menu. I would go as far as to say that we are in a rut. Let’s wait another 3 months before we start that accusation. During a typical week our menu will include (but isn’t limited to, remember) tacos, fish, rice, pizza, hot dogs or hamburgers, noodles, and usually a meal out. When I went grocery shopping on Tuesday I bought some Tilapia, which means that Wednesday night we will have fish for dinner. You don’t want to keep fish too long, you know. I really like cooking Tilapia. It’s a cheep fish that takes flavor very well, and even if you don’t add anything to it it doesn’t taste too fishy.

Wednesday night came and I started to get ready to cook dinner. I put a stock pot on a burner and started to boil water in it. Next, I pulled out a few potatoes and started shredding them. When both potatoes were shredded I put them in a fry pan to start frying them. When the water started to boil I set two ears of sweet corn into the boiling water. I turned my attention back to the potatoes. I added some thyme, rosemary, garlic, and a shallot into the fry pan and mixed everything together. The aroma of everything was wonderful. With a few minutes remaining I warmed up a skillet and placed the Tilapia fillets in the heated pan. I love the hiss and crackle the comes from food cooking on a hot skillet. I seared the fillets on both sides, then drizzled some melted butter and lemon juice on one side of the fillets. Flipped the fish so the butter/lemon side was down and let them sit for another minute.

I set salt, pepper, and butter on the table for the corn and started to fill our plates. I placed a pile of the seasoned, hashed potatoes on half of the plate and an ear of corn next to it. On top of the pile of potatoes went the fillet of fish and we’re ready to eat. Well almost. Lauren took the plates to the table and sat down to wait for me while I reached into the fridge and pulled out a Spotted Cow. What better an occasion, than returning to the rhythm of life, to share a Spotted Cow? We will have to see.

Cheers.

It would be foolish of me to travel through Wisconsin without picking up a six pack of Spotted Cow. Spotted Cow is brewed by a small brewing company called New Glarus Brewing Co. in New Glarus Wisconsin. The label says, “You know you’re in Wisconsin when you see the Spotted Cow.” For the past few years this has been one of my favorite beers. In my mind it is the perfect summer beer. It’s a light ale brewed with the malt and barley expected of an ale, but they add corn into the mix to make it Wisconsin delight. The downside is that you can only get this beer in Wisconsin, so whenever I drive through I bring some back home with me.

This time through I picked up two six packs of Spotted Cow, one for me and one for my friends over at Pipes and Pints, and I also picked up a Coffee Stout, which is near the top of my favorite beer list. Because of the limited availability of Spotted Cow I have to be selective about when I drink them.

I’m writing these down so you can share in my enjoyment. And if you ever pass through Wisconsin, pick me up some and I’ll be your best friend.

I didn’t take very many pictures on our trip. I think that as time goes by I think I will regret that. One afternoon I took Lauren’s camera for a drive. There’s also a some pictures that I took while wandering around the YMCA that we stayed at.

I love the combination of farm fields and the mountains.

mountains and farm fields

I saw another row of more colorful mailboxes, but there wasn’t a good place to pull over.

mailboxes

Most of the buildings around the Y had stairwells like this.

stariwell

Not much to say about this.  I think it’s neat, though.

tree and building

I was playing around with the exposure.

tree

Enjoy

It’s hard to believe that our trip has come and gone. Tomorrow, Lauren and I will return to work and life will find itself moving to a familiar rhythm again. As the days continue to pass by we will be consumed with the necessary tasks of our day to day lives, and soon our trip will seem like a very distant memory. I will regret not taking more pictures. I will regret not writing more about the experiences and emotions. I will regret not buying a few souvenirs. I will have regrets, but I hope that that is not what I think about when I think of this trip. I hope that I will remember spending time with my family. I hope that I will remember the serenity of watching the rain fall. I hope that I will remember the long-overdue embraces from friends far away. But most of all I hope to remember that I was blessed to travel with my best friend. I hope that I will remember the 3000+ mile drive across the country with my wife next to me. I hope that I will remember the feel of her hand in mine as we walked around my old camp in Wisconsin. Of all the things I wish to remember, I hope I remember her the most.

[apparently, I didn’t publish this post before we left.  oops]

On Thursday Lauren and I will start our 3256 mile, 13 day planned wandering across the eastern part of the US. I am in desperate need of some vacation time; and even more in desperate need of some quality time with Lauren. Our jobs can be a bit conflicting and that can be especially hard on Lauren because she’s a “quality time” person. We are both excited about the time on the road. Last night we went to the library and borrowed a few books on tape, and then we went and bought road-trip food.

The main part of this trip is to head to North Carolina for a family reunion. Lauren doesn’t know what she’s in for. My family has been having family reunion for longer than I can remember. Every five years a different family plans it all out for the rest. This year my mom and her sister and brother are the planners. And they picked North Carolina. In August. It will be beautiful. The big downside to this is that I’ve become a humidity wuss. Colorado has soften my hard exterior. And after our time in the humidity of North Carolina, we will drive to the humidity of Wisconsin. Lauren has never been to Wisconsin. Can you believe that? That’s a cryin’ shame, I’ll tell you what. I keep telling her that after this trip she will know why I am the way I am.

OK, this post has seem to be going no where. I’m off. If I can I’ll post a few times during the trip to give you an update. If Lauren posts anything I’m sure that her posts will be much insightful into the depths of my Steve-ness.

peace

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