Madison Wisconsin

Noah is moving out…of his freshman dorm

Mom and I came out to Wisconsin on Friday to help him pack up and ship out. I recall doing this for each of my 4 years of college with help from Dan and a mini van we called “the lemon”. In my case, Dad would drive up, we would have the car loaded with my already packed boxes and be on the road after breakfast at a diner. The diner being the goal. Working with dad was efficient—maybe because he is a productivity expert and we had a 6 hour drive ahead of us, but quite frankly, anything involving mom is takes longer.

Noah had two exams on Friday night and one on Saturday morning and did not have much packed up. We had to pack his bags to be sent on the plane stored at school, FedExed and handled by Lazy Bones a wash and store outfit on campus. This took the better part of the day.

Prior, we had a little time to explore the college town which reminded me of Ann Arbor with bluer skies. Breakfast at the Sun Room cafe, a local favorite and then up State Street to the weekly farmers market that surrounds the beautiful Capitol. Local produce, crafts and a lot of nice people moving in the same direction.

We also went to the Odd Museum, home of Wisconsin’s history and some of the odd inventions the state lays claim. We saw a piece of bread from the 1800s (the oldest in Wisconsin) and other artifacts of quackery.

Lunch on Friday and dinner again on Saturday were at Ian’s on Sate State We concluded, when you find something good why mess around? Also, the majority of restaurants were filed with the families of graduates and the local kids out for their high school prom. Ice-cream after made for a nice treat. I had the turtle one (no real turtles were harmed in this process) a reputed local favorite.

I had a chance to dumpster-dive, and liberated several great books and some awesome clothes. College students produce the best trash.

Today we are going back to the action to eat at The Old Fashioned. I’m so excited for cheese curds (deep friend cheese balls) and then bidding Madison farewell until Noah returns in August. I hope to come visit him next year even though several people mistook me for his younger sister (I’m 6 years older!) without parental supervision….