Wednesday, April 8, 2009

oh yeah, now I remember

We’re at the country house all this week while I work on the full size art work for the chapel entry.  I still don’t have an internet connection here but I went by the library today and got a library card which allows me to use their computers.  

We tend to become lazy about this moving when we are busy and then something will happen to remind us of why we are so anxious to get out of the city.  Sunday, while I was working in the yard, my daughter and her family were hauling a bunch of stuff to the street for this month’s heavy trash pick-up.  Her neighbor on the other side already had a pile going so she just added to it.  We have all been neighbors for a long time and that is what we, the near neighbors, generally tend to do, just add to whatever pile got started first.

Our neighbor’s grown children arrived while my daughter and grandson were piling stuff up and they started giving her a hard time about adding to their father’s pile, yelling at her to get her stuff off, so rather than fight about it, she started to drag her stuff over about 10 feet.  Much to his credit, Miguel came out of the house and told her not to worry about, not to listen to them, they don’t live here and to just leave the stuff where it was.  The incident actually had a good outcome, but why was the unpleasantness necessary in the first place?  Why would his grown children even care?  

So when Monday came, not having a good reason to be in the city all week, we loaded up the truck with as much stuff as we could and beat feet it here where I am watching a female cardinal collect twigs for her nest while I work.


  1. We have pondered the city vs. country topic when we retire, and are leaning heavily toward the country side. My husband said yesterday that he never really feels safe in the city. I'm not really sure what that means, other than maybe nature is very comforting.

    Those adult children were a little like our dog, Lucy, who barks at everyone passing by.

  2. That's a good analogy, a barking dog.

    We were born and raised in this big city, lived here all our lives, so our transition to the country is very entertaining for us.


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