Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Amish Parking only..
I about hit a horse yesterday....
Not exactly what I planned on doing, but as I was pulling out of my driveway in my grocery getter, I look in my rear view mirror to see an amish buggy parked across the street. I wonder how good they handle in the snow? I wonder if I'm gonna spook the horse as I carefully back out? I did make it out of my driveway with no injuries and was able to take girl to the doctors appointment to find out she, along with every other person in this town has strep. As we skip out to the parking lot with our new found illness, we were deciding which drive thru to have our celebratory lunch at.
As we buckled ourselves in, and get ready to leave, I turn the key and nothing... not even a click...dead battery. My mind starts racing on who is going to come to my rescue. Hubby is out of town on business, Mom is quilting at the church, sister is watching kids at her house, Dad won't answer the phone, SIL!! I know she is home and maybe my brother is too. She asks if I have cables, yup, but scared to use them. She will be there shortly-i.e. 30 minutes. My Ipod keeps little miss entertained, for awhile, but she starts to get restless. True to her word, SIL does show up but not with her husband, but my brother #3. I have 4 and they are all interchangeable for each other. Little girl is excited to see her "uncle Boney" He, as usual, is not excited to be there. Asked why the battery died and I realized that one of the sliding doors was frozen when someone tried to open it. It was opened ever so slightly, but was enough to drain it. He does manage to get the battery jumped and we are on our way.
Its times like this I am thankful for living here. What would I have done if I lived elsewhere? I would have had to go back into the office to see if they had a phone book so I could call a garage so they could charge me to jump my car. Here I never left my car, just picked up the cell and my SIL made it happen. We have such a sense of community here. People doing for others not asking for payment but because they can. Life is good!
Not exactly what I planned on doing, but as I was pulling out of my driveway in my grocery getter, I look in my rear view mirror to see an amish buggy parked across the street. I wonder how good they handle in the snow? I wonder if I'm gonna spook the horse as I carefully back out? I did make it out of my driveway with no injuries and was able to take girl to the doctors appointment to find out she, along with every other person in this town has strep. As we skip out to the parking lot with our new found illness, we were deciding which drive thru to have our celebratory lunch at.
As we buckled ourselves in, and get ready to leave, I turn the key and nothing... not even a click...dead battery. My mind starts racing on who is going to come to my rescue. Hubby is out of town on business, Mom is quilting at the church, sister is watching kids at her house, Dad won't answer the phone, SIL!! I know she is home and maybe my brother is too. She asks if I have cables, yup, but scared to use them. She will be there shortly-i.e. 30 minutes. My Ipod keeps little miss entertained, for awhile, but she starts to get restless. True to her word, SIL does show up but not with her husband, but my brother #3. I have 4 and they are all interchangeable for each other. Little girl is excited to see her "uncle Boney" He, as usual, is not excited to be there. Asked why the battery died and I realized that one of the sliding doors was frozen when someone tried to open it. It was opened ever so slightly, but was enough to drain it. He does manage to get the battery jumped and we are on our way.
Its times like this I am thankful for living here. What would I have done if I lived elsewhere? I would have had to go back into the office to see if they had a phone book so I could call a garage so they could charge me to jump my car. Here I never left my car, just picked up the cell and my SIL made it happen. We have such a sense of community here. People doing for others not asking for payment but because they can. Life is good!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
How we ended up here..
My poor husband! He grew up around suburbs and strip malls. The over commercialization of America surrounded him. And then he met me.... Not that city life was foreign to me. I lived on my own in the armpit of America myself for almost a whole year. But the stupid things you do for love. After following him around from city to city as his career advanced, I stoically held onto my dream of living back in my home. A place that he would be surrounded by family (mine) and experience all four seasons,whether he wanted to or not. Somehow I made him convince the company he worked for that he could easily work from a home office and we could live wherever we wanted to. He suggested Jamaica, I made him move here.
Not that "here" is all that bad. Kids don't have play dates, they just go outside and play. Mom's call them in for dinner. Things haven't changed much here from generation to generation. Family loyalty has been described as 'clan like" Family names that would be unfamiliar anywhere else have been here since they came over from Europe. Agriculture has always been here and living off the land continues. We were organic before it was cool. Not only did we know what kind of food our beef was fed, most times we could tell you its name too. Its a double edge sword. Your neighbors know all about you, good or bad, and in most cases are there to help.
But here we are with our 3 kids and wiener dog. We ended up buying a house in the "business district." Across the street from the general store and 2 doors down from our local grocery store. This blog is meant to describe our transitions from urban to rural and how my big city, technology junkie husband deals with it.
Not that "here" is all that bad. Kids don't have play dates, they just go outside and play. Mom's call them in for dinner. Things haven't changed much here from generation to generation. Family loyalty has been described as 'clan like" Family names that would be unfamiliar anywhere else have been here since they came over from Europe. Agriculture has always been here and living off the land continues. We were organic before it was cool. Not only did we know what kind of food our beef was fed, most times we could tell you its name too. Its a double edge sword. Your neighbors know all about you, good or bad, and in most cases are there to help.
But here we are with our 3 kids and wiener dog. We ended up buying a house in the "business district." Across the street from the general store and 2 doors down from our local grocery store. This blog is meant to describe our transitions from urban to rural and how my big city, technology junkie husband deals with it.
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