Around Here: Back Home Edition

Around here, I am freshly back from vacation and barely acclimating. I’m not one to rest well when I travel nor do I allow myself a lot of time to just breathe. If I’m going to the trouble of traveling someplace, I want to enjoy that place and see as much as possible. Then I was in hurry up and wait mode as air travel felt like more like a chore than a luxury this time.

So I came home tired, jet lagged and possibly fighting off a cold or something worse.

I slept about fifteen hours last night. While I regret missing so much of this day, I am glad to wake up feeling much better and less like knocking on death’s door.

Around here, the colors are muted, the sky is dull and it is chilly. It’s the perfect day to lollygag with a book and cat and to piddle around the house, putting things back in order. Dishes are done, the bedsheets are drying, and the bed is airing out while it waits to be made up.

It’s also a good day for soup. I found a recipe to try but I’m going to Brandify it so wish me luck. This could go well or be terrible.

Around here, I broke down and turned on the heat today. Overnight temperatures outside have been in the thirties since I got home. I play this game to see how long I can hold out before turning on the furnace. My goal is November 1. It’s October 25 and was 50 degrees inside when I got up.

I’m choosing comfort over valor this year.

Around here, I am five books behind on my annual reading goal with little hope of catching up by December 31. Thats ok. The reading goal is really designed to keep me pushing forward rather than to make me feel bad for missing the mark. In the end, I will still have read a ton of truly good books this year.

Around here I am contemplating what travel stories to tell you in the coming weeks. This trip to Cody was exactly what I needed – some museums, some outdoors, some shopping and some time with my friend who I miss very much.

There wasn’t any hiking though as my knee continues to be an issue. Instead, we did some sightseeing and even some off-roading in her Jeep. Cody isn’t especially friendly to those of us who don’t eat meat so I came home excited for vegetables and with few restaurant recommendations to share.

And much of what we learned in museums wasn’t especially cheerful. The most meaningful place we went was Heart Mountain, the site of an internment camp where Japanese Americans were held during World War II. Their interpretive center is a place I believe every American should experience at least once. Yet, I notice that people I have tried to talk to about it completely check out of the conversation because they don’t want to hear it.

Because ignoring it will certainly make it go away, right?

Around here I’m thinking a lot about the stories we tell ourselves, the ones we choose to hear, and how our ability to only be exposed to what we like or agree with is killing our nation.

Around here, I have a lot on my mind. But for now, I’ll cuddle my kitty cat who is desperately glad to have me here and I’ll make my soup and read my book and be glad to be back home.

Like Superman’s Fortress of Solitude, around here is a pretty cool place to be.

Incredible Water

Something truly amazing happened here yesterday.

I ran water while the electricity was off.

You see, the electric company had to turn off my power while they replaced a pole in front of my house and it was off longer than I would have liked.

But I was able to run water.

For those of you who have never relied on a well, you’re probably wondering what the big deal is. You turn on your faucet and water comes flowing from some municipal water source just as it should.

The thing is, until this summer, I lived my entire life reliant on a well for water. Since well pumps require electricity to work, there was no water access during an outage.

I do live in a forest after all and dense woods can lead to trees on power lines at any time.

It’s inconvenient but you learn to manage. I have always kept plastic jugs filled with water for flushing. Gallon jugs of water from the store could be used for washing or drinking. If we knew a winter storm was on the way, I would fill pans of water of water too. Just in case.

But all that changed this summer when county water finally found its way up my road. It came part way several years ago and the end of the line was a hydrant less than a mile from my home. Now there’s a shiny new water tower on the hill behind my house and lines going on to several more households beyond my own.

My dad recalls a petition to bring water here back in the seventies so it had been a long time coming. I was the first on my road to sign up for a new tap this summer and have been enjoying the delights of county water since July.

I am grateful every day that I turn on a faucet and clean water comes out. It is plentiful. It tastes ok. It isn’t hard like my well water which the health department told us wasn’t even safe to drink. In fact, I now understand the lifetime of dental problems that have haunted me. There is no water filtration system that would make my well water healthy to drink.

I belong to some frugal living and nonconsumer groups on Facebook and am always shocked by the arrogance of people who announce to the world the easiest and smartest way to save money is to stop buying bottled water. “It’s wasteful,” they say. “There’s no excuse for it,” they say.

It’s just their lack of experience talking but they sound so tone deaf and so out of touch when they continue to argue with people like me who have essentially no choice. There are places in this country including on my own road where there is no water to be had. People have to haul in water by the truck full if they’re lucky or by the jug if they don’t have a way to haul large amounts. I once saw a news story about an Indian Reservation in this country where the government helped fund new house trailers for seniors but they’re on land without water. The kitchen faucet may be pretty but it’s useless for those folks who have to carry in gallon jugs and heat their water in a pan on the stove.

While I had running water, we lived in fear of a drought or that the pump might go bad. These things never happened at two in the afternoon either. It was always late at night or on the coldest or hottest day of the year and parts aren’t always easy to come by. The local well drilling company is wonderful but they can’t always come at a moment’s notice.

I still keep water on hand because a line break is always possible and I’ve experienced a few days of pressure issues as they’ve been extending the new lines. So I still have to be prepared but not at the level I did this time last year.

Again, I am grateful.

I hope the novelty of running water on a day without electricity is never lost on me because it sparked true and powerful joy when I could wash my hands and fill a water bottle without thought or labor!

Still Adjusting

Good morning, friends. I haven’t had the mental bandwidth since returning to write anything or even consider what stories about this trip might interest you. Today isn’t likely to be better as I have work, an evening appointment, and cannot seem to catch up on my rest.

So instead, I give you a pretty picture.

Happy whatever day this is, friends. I’ll get it together soon!

Back Home

Today is my first day back after a being gone for a week of adventure out west. I flew to Casper, Wyoming and got in my friend’s Jeep so we could head up to the Cody/Yellowstone area.

Yes. In the middle of a government shutdown, I thought it was a good idea to fly AND go to a national park.

The security line in Columbus was long at 6:15 a.m. last Wednesday. TSA seemed to be running with a skeleton crew and then I slowed things down even more with the two metal pieces in my knee brace. My leg got scanned and patted down and my hands even got scanned for residue but they evidently decided I wasn’t a risk and let me go. Ha!

Johnna and I explored museums and thrift stores, went Jeeping in the back country, saw some wildlife, and had a wonderful time wandering around. I had an especially lovely gloomy afternoon in a wonderful bookstore.

I ate badly, didn’t get enough rest, and needed far stronger moisturizer than I had packed. Holy cow. My skin wasn’t prepared for the dry air and winds that are trademark of Wyoming. The 60 mph wind we drove through Sunday is what locals call “a breeze.”

Travel scares a lot of people but I find it exhilarating and fascinating. The more time you spend in places where you encounter people who look, sound, and think differently than you, the more clear it becomes that the world isn’t so scary at all. Leaving your comfort zone and exploring this big world of ours is one of the most amazing things you can do for yourself and for your understanding of your place in the world.

I learned a lot this trip and have much to think about in the near future and I’m grateful for this opportunity. Stay tuned. I have lots to share and a few stories that may take me a while to mentally unpack. We’ll get there.

Meanwhile, if you need me, I’ll be here with my industrial strength moisturizer, trying to coax my skin back to life.

Silent Sunday: Locust Grove

Crosley In The Wild

A while back I told you about seeing a Crosley roadster that formerly belonged to Frank Lloyd Wright. The Crosley Company was a Cincinnati brand and I tend to geek out anytime I see a vintage Crosley product out in the real world.

So I may or may not have squealed like a little girl when I saw this Crosley stove at the Franklin House in Chillicothe. This 1907 Arts and Crafts style home is operated as a museum by the Ross County Historical Society. The kitchen is set up with three different stoves from different eras to demonstrate how kitchen work and cooking changed over time.

This stove dates to 1958.

Always be on the lookout for the details that interest you, friends.

Want to visit the Franklin House? Learn more here!