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Friday, 31 August 2007
Mark’s on the Road Again - Jeeping Home to
Me!
Mark, and 399
other trainees, completed their AmeriCorps training somewhere near Atlanta, GA last
night.
Here’s the first
road warrior report from Mark as he makes he way west in the tiny, old, ragtop
Jeep Wrangler that once belonged to our son.
(Caleb bounced away lots of miles zig-zagging the USA in that same
Jeep. He lived in the desert so he often
referred to the ragtop Jeep with no A/C as the “Hair Dryer”!)
Date:
Fri, 31 Aug 2007 08:04:31 -0600
From: Mark
Subject: Trip report - 1
Here I am on the other side, riding with Eric the King and feeling just fine. OK I am through Atlanta and I made pretty good time of it. left about 6:50 and got through atlanta at 9:40. Stopped for gas and to tighten up my side mirrors. the highway speed kind of loosened them and I had to keep pushing the driver side one out so I could change lanes. Thought I'd update and let you know. Next message in a couple of hours. Back to eating miles. Think I'll continue the royal trip with a little Queen.
Mark
Excerpts from Trip
Report 2 follows:
Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2007 12:00:19
-0600
From: Mark
Subject: trip report -
2
Here I sit in Alabama within sight of Mississippi gased and eating a turkey sandwich from Subway. Travel is going well and I decided to check just how accurate my odometer is. It seemed to me than I was not eating the miles I should be. Sure enough those larger tires subtract almost 11% from my mileage which means I have been speeding when ever I go the Speed limit and there are police everywhere. It also means I have better gas mileage than I thought I had. tank one 14, tank two 20. it seems like the jeep got better and faster on non SC gas. Go figure.
It seems that Mississippi is only 150 miles across so unless the gas is much cheaper there I will not stop again until Louisiana.
…I always drive safely and now I will drive legally because I know the jeeps secret. I am making good time but it will still be 30 hours of driving. I want to be there.
… Next leg is the Gipsy Kings to keep it royal. Tell the kids to drive
safe, there are a lot of police on the road this weekend and tickets are never
nice
.
I am going to drive some more but feel free to write because I will check in again
soon.
Love Mark
While Mark is Away…
It is hard to
focus when a spouse is far from home. I spend
my time here moving from odd task to odd task.
I feel in limbo.
I am not a good
lady in waiting.
I divert myself by
sorting through all my clothing – garments that have been stored away for 3
years.
I must assemble a
suitable work wardrobe, so this is a start.
But, not only have the clothes been stored while we were in the Peace
Corps, they were originally purchased for a different climate and for a younger
me. I find myself disposing of most of
them – They will be off to the Salvation Army.
I do laundry, I
iron, I putter about. I cannot settle.
I work, in spurts,
on a media mail project. I spend too
much time e-mailing.
I do not
write. I do not weave. I did spend an hour in the hammock with a
novel yesterday.
I do not eat. I nibble.
I drink coffee.
I am half, not
whole.
We have been happily
together almost 24/7 all summer. In our
cultural and geographic isolation in Ukraine, we spent most of our time together. Being apart seems very strange.
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Thursday, 30 August 2007
Treat people as if they were
what they ought to be,
and you help them to become
what they are capable of
being.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
This Property is an Official Backyard
Habitat!
There is a sign
prominently positioned near the entrance to the back yard. It indicates that this property is an
official wildlife habitat. Even without
the sign that is pretty clear. Many
species of birds visit each day. The
water in the Koi pond draws them of course and so do the diverse trees and
shrubs shading this oasis. There are
small birdhouses and feeders everywhere.
As I sip my
morning coffee, a pair of hummingbirds perform a small ballet right outside the
sliding glass door. They discover the
feeder I put out last night. They take
turns sipping sweet water between their intricate aerial routines. They are oblivious of me.
How tiny they
are. They jet about so confidently. They are barely lager than Spidey (the hearty
spider that resides in the motion sesor light outside the door).
Near the
waterfall, a pair of large turtle doves shyly investigate bathing
opportunities. They take turns splashing
in the water. It is as if they are
spelling one another.
Further away from
the house, a flock of small, chattering birds flits off in rush. They are quite social, all cheeping and
peeping at once - So much to say and in such a hurry too.
A lizard skitters
across the patio and pauses on a rock to give me the eye, as I step through the
door and out into the world of nature.
The New Mexico air
is cool, the sky is bright. The moon
lingers overhead, even though morning is well underway. I pull up a chair and linger too.
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Wednesday, 29 August 2007
Fortune Cookies …
The slip of paper
in my fortune cookie at yesterday’s lunch says “ This is a prosperous time of
life for you.”
I wholeheartedly
agree. I am thriving, flourishing, rich
in all that matters…I am prospering. Life
is good.
In some cultures,
people warn others not to share their joy in the abundance of life, least their
fortunes take a turn for the worse. But
in my own religious training and the culture of my family, I have learned the
great lessons of gratitude and joy. If
one is truly grateful for the good received, they will share their wealth,
their joy. And in so doing, be fit to
receive more.
“A grateful heart
a garden is, where there is always room, for every perfect godlike grace, to
come to perfect bloom…” I sing, remembering my mother reciting the words of
Mary Baker Eddy’s lovely song to me.
I sing more songs.
And now, I may
even do a little dance.
Good Quote…
Happiness is inward, and not
outward;
and so, it does not depend on
what we have,
but on what we are.
- Henry Van Dyke
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Tuesday, 28 August 2007
Can Openers…
Mark’s fancy,
manual can opener put me in a dilemma. I
was trying to open a large coffee can, so I was feeling a bit desperate - I want my morning coffee and I cannot make
the can opener work.
I seem to have
forgotten how to use this tool.
It troubles me to
think I spent many years working on sophisticated avionics systems and
wrangling tools, yet I can not engage this particular can opener.
What an
opportunity for humility.
What to do? I dug through my handbag and found the old
pocket can opener that originally came in a package of military K-rations we
bought back in the 1970’s. I used it to
quickly open the other can of coffee that was on the pantry self.
Coffee is now
brewed and I am sipping it. For now the unopened
can with the puzzling high-tech can opener jammed tightly onto the rim, remain
on the kitchen counter.
Perhaps after a
cup or two of steaming black coffee, I can resolve the dilemma.
If not, I am sure
when my beloved spouse returns home later this week, he will be pretty amused
at his helpless housewife.
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Monday, 27 August 2007
For all that has been, thanks; To all that will be, yes. |
- Dag Hammarskjold |
Mark is off to “Summer Camp”
The checklist for
AmeriCorps initial training at the 4-H camp in GA is quite long and rather
amusing. Mark went down the list as he
packed. Bring earplugs, it says. Earplugs - because it is a dormitory setting
and likely to be noisy. Bring an alarm
clock to wake you on time. I envision a
dorm full of ear-plugged sleepers, snoring through the futile shrieks and beeps
of myriad alarm clocks.
I have experienced
many packing lists in my adult life (Air Force Basic Training, Peace Corps,
etc) and there are always amusing choices and contradictions. Effective packing is a skill that
incorporates some creativity and vision.
Traveling light is a delight - as much an attitude as a fact. And maybe even a metaphor…
Getting There
We live in the
state capital of NM, but the airport here is small, so air travelers must go to
Albuquerque, about an hour south of here.
Rather than drive, Mark elected to take a shuttle service ($25). This is great, but I have to rise in the chilly,
pre-dawn hours to drive him to the designated pick-up spot downtown.
This is my first
driving venture in our new hometown. I
have only driven about twice since Feb 2005.
I am grateful it is not rush hour!
Our big red pickup
truck is not as obtrusive as it seemed when I drove around in Boston in my
recruiting days when the truck was shiny and new. City slickers there would turn and gape at
the 4X4 transiting through the narrow streets.
Here in NM, trucks are a typical mode of transportation - working
vehicles.
Wrangling through
the myriad one-way streets is an opportunity to become familiar with the town.
House-sitter Jim
told us his technique for learning a new city.
He waits until about 3 AM when the streets are deserted and cruises
through the town, making mental notes about landmarks.
A Small Success and a Chance to Choose…
So many things are
a challenge when you arrive in a new city or place. Even with a common language, a move demands significant
mental energy. (I alternate between
being so tired and being very stimulated!)
I navigate my way
home, arrive at the gate to the property and click the gate-opening device.
I click
again.
I click it a third
time.
I engage the
parking brake, get out of the truck and manually open the gate.
I drive through
the gate and attempt to use the clicker again.
Once I again, I have the opportunity (?) to get out of the truck and
manually operate the gate.
Small challenges
can undermine confidence and/make one annoyed.
I choose to take a moment to reflect on the situation – and a paradigm
shift occurs.
I am grateful I
knew how to manually operate the gate. I
walk back to the truck, feeling good about my resourcefulness. I pause again and say another thank you for
the calm, clear guidance that inspires us when we listen.
So, Mark is off at
his orientation training and I am here, orienting myself back to life in the
USA.
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Sunday, 26 August 2007
The large spider that occupies the patio
light is rather interesting to watch.
Spidey holes up
during the day, because he has an active night life. As the sun slips away at day’s end, he pokes
his head out of his “cave” and positions himself to greet guests to his
web. His home is cleverly situated to
maximize the effects of the motion sensor.
All night long, he manipulates the light to attract unsuspecting
insects. He snares them with his lariat
then binds them in silk for storage. He
already has quite a stash – perhaps he is stocking up on supplies, anticipating
some arachnid feast day. (September is
the time for many festivals here in Santa Fe)
He is a large
bodied spider of impressive proportions.
He is kind of scary really…threatening perhaps, but I reality, not a
dangerous creature. (Why are humans so
likely to be terrorized by spiders?) Spidey
is large, but it is really his proximity to the patio door that makes me wish
he would relocate.
I am not enamored
of the idea of moving him and chemical warfare is not really an option (for
me). My prayerful hope is that he will
find his rightful place. Perhaps he
finds having humans around rather disturbing too.
We shall see.
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Saturday, 25 August 2007
Indian Drums and Chants Fill Our House
The local NPR
station(s), much to our delight, reflects the local culture. Right now that means exuberant Native
American drums, bells and chants. (A
side note: people here seem to use the term Indian rather than Native American
– as a newcomer here, I am curious about the protocol.) I expect to hear Mexican music too.
I have missed NPR
these past few years during our Ukrainian adventures, so I am grateful to hear
the voices of my radio friends again.
When you relocate frequently, the continuity of programming NPR offers makes
home seem like home, no matter where that current home is.
Local affiliates
tailor the programming to meet the needs and demands of the community, so there
are always new delights as we learn the schedules and programming in our new
locations. In SC/NC, the stations
featured many bluegrass and old-timey music programs – banjos, fiddles,
dulcimers and the unique harmonies of that kind of music. In Upper Michigan we heard music from Finland
and Nordic places. In Texas we heard
Mariachi, Cojunto, and other forms f Mexican music. Boston’s stations often played Celtic
music. San Francisco stations were very
eclectic.
I enjoy the
diversity. Of course I look forward to
hearing programs such as “This American Life” and “Fresh Air” as well as “Morning
Edition” and “All Things Considered”.
And “Prairie Home Companion”, which makes me a bit nostalgic for the
home of my youth, on the edge of the prairie.
(I get flashbacks to Jello – if you ever lived there you will
understand.) “Click and Clack” and
“Michael Feldman” and all the others…
Over the years, we
have answered phones during the annual fundraising drive at most of the NPR
stations where we have lived.
Sipping a cup of
coffee and listening to NPR really makes me feel at home.
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Friday, 24 August 2007 – Ukrainian
Constitution Day!
Thunder boomers,
crackling lightening and winds though the trees – so much unexpected drama last
night. Before bed, I strolled out to a
clear space near the labyrinth to view the light show dancing over the
mountains SW of here.
Long after I
showered and climbed between my cheery yellow sheets and placed my head on my
plump pillow, a loud crash resonated throughout the valley. Mark leaped out of bed to catch a glimpse of
the action through the bedroom window. I
lay quietly just listening.
Today We Should Have Internet (and a Land
Line)!
I am waiting
today. It is almost 2PM and still no
sign of the individual who will connect us to the world. I am eager to collect several days of e-mail
and to visit some local websites and to post updates to my journal.
I am chomping at
the bit because I am eager to explore Santa Fe, but I am trapped here waiting,
waiting, waiting. Somehow I cannot
concentrate on tasks as I wait. I have
kind of puttered around, rater than moved forward on any one project. And that is OK really. Puttering is a pleasant preoccupation.
I am a little less
patient than usual today, perhaps because we had to spend several hours yesterday,
attempting to arrange for our US Postal Service mail delivery. There is no mail box in evidence here. Up the road there is a consolidated box. We phoned the post office and went through
the convoluted processes of voice mail answering myriad questions to get us to
the correct agent. In the end, we were
directed to the post office.
Our visit to the
post office involved hours of waiting and then no clear answers. The supervisor advised us that our delivery
person will call today; so far, no call.
There will be a return trip to the post office to get a key and sign
paperwork.
It seems that a
routine action like this would be quite easy to complete. Of course these annoyances do not reflect the
local community. We have moved
frequently enough to know that bureaucracy is rampant across the USA. (If we were in Ukraine, a chocolate bar might
facilitate the process, but here in the USA, we just wait and wait and wait.)
Question?
We visited a
Wal-Mart recently and as we left, loaded down with bags, a cheerful employee
stopped us at the exit and asked to see our receipt. We adjusted our bags so I could extract the
receipt from Mark’s pocket and then handed it to the woman. She glanced at it, highlighted the date and
amount and handed it back.
She stopped
everyone exiting and each time marked the receipt and handed it back.
Just what is the
point of this odd procedure?
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Thursday, 23 August 2007
The Koi are a Joy…
What a pleasure to
rise each morning, pour a cup of coffee and wander out to the visit the
Koi. They greet me with a fishy dance
that probably just means “feed me, fed me, feed me” but I like to
anthropomorphize their behavior - clearly they are happy to see ME.
I squat down and
stroke several of the fish as they splash by, impatient for their morning
meal. I scatter a few handfuls of feed
and watch them dine.
As I watch the
antics of the fish, I can hear a neighbor’s horse neighing. I also hear some goats bleating. The wind rustles through the Aspen trees and
the waterfall in the Koi pond babbles gently over the rocks.
I glance across
the yard. Our small red portable picnic
table and our colorful hammock look inviting under the trees. I walk toward them, and pause to investigate
the gnarled face carved into the tree near the patio. The unique carving is actually made of
plastic, but looks like part of the tree.
Boughs on either side of the wizened face reach up almost like
arms. I have a quick flash of the apple
trees in the Wizard of Oz – the angry ones that reached up above their heads
and gathered apples as ammunition against the resourceful scarecrow. I smile.
I wander around
the corner of the house, near the pottery studio. A small lizard escorts me. I focus my eyes on the purple mountains in
the distance. The scent of roses reaches
me. I take a few steps and choose a
small blossom to enjoy on my desk; a perfumed reminder of my happy start to the
day here in our pleasant temporary home.
A Rainbow Welcome.
Last night as we
strolled across the church parking lot, a beautiful rainbow arched overhead, as
if to welcome us.
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Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Off to Albuquerque
There is a
commissary, a base exchange (BX) and a medical facility at Kirtland AFB in
Albuquerque, about an hour south of here.
As an Ai Force retiree, I am happy to visit the base to take advantage
of the benefits I have earned. I am
happy to see active duty people, goal-directed individuals, smiling, fit,
cheerful and confident. I am also happy
to save money!
Our past
experiences tell us that a trip to the commissary may save us many $$ (I stock
up on deli turkey and that alone pays for the gas!) but, there are other perks
that come along with such visits.
Visiting military installations, you have a wonderful opportunity to
meet motivated, proud young people. And
yes, we load up on staples at a significantly reduced price, but the real
reason I persist in using my retiree benefits is to see these young soldiers,
sailors, airmen and marines face to face.
We returned from
Ukraine (Peace Corps) in mid-May. We are
in a new residence. Stocking the larder
will be fun (and pricey). All the basics
from salt and pepper to cleaning supplies and more…our receipt will be yard
long and amount to about $300! (I still
reel at the price of things here in the USA!)
Later, when
evening falls, I have the opportunity to go to Wednesday evening services at my
church. This will be my first visit here
in Santa Fe. Wednesday evening services
in a Christian Science Church are about gratitude. I have so much to be grateful for.
I am so glad to
live in a community where I can go to church.
Missed Calls…
One of the
problems of a bigger living space is that we miss cell phone calls. The phones ring (yes we each have a phone), but
by the time we respond and rocket around trying to find the phone that is
ringing, the caller has given up and disconnected. Sigh….
So, leave a
message, or ring a while longer please! 8-)
Friday – we will
have a local landline and phone number, a snail-mail box – and INTERNET! 8-)
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Tuesday, 21 August 2007
I am “Home”…I am Happy
I wake from a deep
sleep as the sun creeps into the bedroom window. A cool breeze tempts me to roll over and
sleep a bit longer. It is quiet here. When is the last time I slept so well?
I wake in a room
surrounded by my own possessions. I feel
at home.
The past few
months in the USA have been filled with plans and travels. Even when we were in our SC bungalow, we did
not really feel at home.
We were also
reeling from the reverse-culture shock that people seem to downplay. Some people seem oblivious to this phenomenon. Some Returned Peace Corps Volunteers (RPCVs)
find a few counseling sessions useful for navigating life in the USA after 27
months abroad.
Peace Corps
service is a bit deceptive. It is not
like touring. As a PCV, people integrate
with a community. Often PCVs are
isolated - If not geographically, psychologically. Wise ones have learned to reach out…they know
community s what makes the difference.
I loved my months
in Ukraine – the warm people, our very cozy flat in Crimea, the rhythm of our
life. As we “decompress” here in our new
surroundings, we are aware that the return to the USA is challenging,
difficult…yes hard. I wonder about our
counterparts in our initial training group.
Have they stepped off the plane and simply resumed life as they knew it
before they opted for a Peace Corps adventure?
Or are they astounded by the prices of everything? Are they wondering why Americans focus so
mush on shopping, consuming, decorating…?
Do they feel part of this culture?
Are they grieving the loss of the culture they left behind?
I adamantly
believe that one of the largest lessons retuned PCVs (RPCVs) can share is that
while America is a wonderful place, there are many things we can learn about
living with people. The word abundance
takes on new dimensions…we speak of people, not things….
Here we are in our
new home (not really our own – we are grateful to be house sitting in a lovely 27 year old dome
home, caring for the gardens, grounds and Koi ). We feel as if we are starting over. We remember how simple some things were in
our tiny Ukrainian flat. We talk abut
how much our Ukrainian friends would love this beautiful setting we are
in. They would be joyful and would
celebrate. These people often seem
pessimistic, wary, afraid of showing their feelings, suspicious….yet, they
would invite their friends to this place to dink, to talk, to sing and to
dance.
I wish I could
invite my Ukrainian friends and my PCV training group to come to Santa Fe, to
relax and to enjoy a magical, mystical visit.
I often say, Life
is good and life is short …Here in this wonderful magical place we will call
home for some months ahead, life is good…and we hope it is not too short…but we
will live, and dance and enjoy…and that may be my real Peace Corps legacy…just
be happy, and grateful…dance, sing, love and live…
…Or, maybe this
place really is magic… I am home and life really IS good.
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Monday, 20 August 2007
One More E-Mail Post
We just finished a lovely afternoon visit/orientation with the owner's cousin. They are great fun. She read all my journals and was very pleased with our early efforts in the house. ("You have flair! I am glad!") They coached us on some of the details about caring for the Koi and the gardens. They are very nice people.
The air here is balmy, the sound of the waterfall and the breeze though the aspens is so soothing. The sky is brilliant blue. The beautiful purple mountains saw-tooth across the horizon. It is lovely.
We have made our nest pretty cozy already. Most of the boxes are already unpacked. The kitchen area is a delight - the island and counters are talavera blue and yellow tiles that remind us of our Spain days. We have many blue and yellow dishes and punches of red so it looks as though we shopped to decorate the space. There is a fireplace there.
Mark has a loft area as his office and editing space. I have a pleasant area for my desk (with another fireplace).
After our one room living experiences, it is wonderful to have spaces devoted to specific functions.
The owners had such fun with their 2.5 acres. The labyrinth is quite overgrown, but the Koi pond and waterfall is lovely. There are many creative details. You can feel the love that has gone into this space.
We made a quick trip to Trader Jack's (groceries – FYI: $2 Buck Chuck is $3 bucks in Santa Fe! Tee hee hee!) and Mark stopped at his work site to drop off papers. It was fun to meet some of the Habitat staff.
On the negative side, our delightful adventure with Sprint Broadband has come to a screaming halt. It was great while we had it! Service in beautiful Santa Fe is negligible...It is worse than dial-up. I tried for hours last night to receive and failed. I cannot access the website. Mark wet to the Sprint office and they told him that the service will (may) be available sometime in 2008. They also indicated that the salesperson on the phone probably found it easier to lie since he was not working face to face with him.
Sooo, we will explore other options for our Internet access.... We will mail this and collect our e-mail at the rest stop down the road - Internet access there 24/7!
We are happy and excited about the adventures here. It is wonderful to have a real sense of home again. More later...
Life is good....
Ginn
On a Beautiful Monday Afternoon in Santa Fe
We are so Grateful for this Wonderful Opportunity.
This house sitting
arrangement allows us to do AmeriCorps/VISTA service. We are excited about doing some garden work
here n the grounds too.
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Sunday, 19 August, 2007
E-Mail from Santa Fe
Well, we have arrived and are unloading the trailer. We spent Saturday night about 150 miles from here after a long day. We got up early and found the remaining part of the trip was not a climb as we thought it would be! The road was wonderful and not a climb at all! Yay! It was a beautiful dive in the early morning sun - sunflowers border the road and the mesas and mountains create a beautiful vista.
We were here by 0830.
The Koi were happy to see us arrive, perhaps because we had food. We wandered around the garden and then started unloading. This afternoon there is a BBQ/Potluck we are supposed to attend so I will write later ad provide some details on the place we will call home for a while. I can tell you, we will enjoy this old hippie dome....
Life is good...
Ginn
On a Bright Sunday Morning in Beautiful Santa Fe
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Saturday, 18 August 2007
More E-Mail Notes from the Highway
We are (finally!) in
Oklahoma City now (almost 11 AM)- we are running behind by about four
hours which we lost yesterday. We ended up stopping at a motel near the
OK border (around 7 PM). We started driving late today - around 7
AM. Yesterday we were on the road by 0430!
It is cooler today and there is cloud cover.
We passed an official exit to Lotahwatah (lotta water) and a place called
Toad Suck Park...Listening to NPR and wrestling with lots of road
repairs. Mark is amiable and a capable driver.
Another Unexpected Night in a Motel
After a very long day, we elected to stop
for the night at Santa Rosa, NM. We re
only about 120 or so miles from our destinations, but far to tired to go
on. We have been truck-bound for more
than twelve hours already. But, the
biggest reason for stopping is that we do not know how steep the climb will
be. Santa Fe is about 7,000 feet. There are no towns on the last stretch of the
highway from Cline’s Corner to Santa Fe. Crawling up a lonely mountain road on
a Saturday night when you are tired and overloaded seems like a bad idea.
Much of the trip today
has been a long slow climb. The maps do
not indicate elevations nor do the city signs.
So, rather than
push on we will sleep well in air conditioned comfort and star the last leg of
the journey in the cool early morning hours.
Note: My wonderful
Sprint Mobile Broadband does not seem to work here in the Land of
Enchantment.
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Friday 19 August 2007
We Were on the Road by 0527
About an hour into
the trip we realized that we had not changed our alarm clock so we actually
started our travel day at 0427. As the
day unfolded, we were quite glad we had.
We really underestimated how slow the going would be on this leg of the
journey.
We moved slowly
west sans A/C since we did not want to deprive the truck of any of its
power. It was like in the olden days –
we had the windows wide open and we had the radio turned up loud. The local station played only songs from
1972, so we knew all the words and sang enthusiastically. (Mark was a DJ back in 1972!)
E-Mail Notes from the Highway
It is about 10 AM. We just gassed up at the Love's Truck Stop in
Memphis. I love truck stops...
The Elvis groupies are out and about - Graceland is probably crowded. The
local NPR station is interviewing a guy with an MA in Southern culture who is
talking about how to make a greasy gravy with tomatoes to put on biscuits made
of lard. Now he is talking about boilin' and frying pickled pigs lips
(sold at the local WalMart). Yum. ????
The heat index here is projected for 105 degrees...we turn off the A/C
occasionally because we are pulling a heavy load. Mileage - don't
ask. (About 10 mpg.)
WE had a great time with Lynn and Freddy and the delightful dog pack.
Family and fined Bob gathered last night to get a look at us...and to eat
Freddy's grilled chicken and Lynn's chocolate brownies. (Thanks for the
hospitality Lynn and Freddy)
We hit the road in the pre-dawn hours and listened to a radio station playing
music from the year 1972 (the year our daughter was born) so we sang along as
we crawled across Alabama on our way west. Destination for tonight: Oklahoma
City. Life is good. More later no doubt.
Ginn
From the Road
Read my Updated Journal: www.pulverpages.com
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Thursday, 16 August 2007
We Sleep Under Star Filled Skies.
I am up, though
the three dogs, Lynn and Mark still sleep so the house is quiet. Freddy has gone off to make the money. I saw him leave in his lovingly camouflaged
truck that he jokingly calls a “chick magnet”.
Last night Mark
and Lynn worked on a jigsaw puzzle while I dozed through an old Spenser Tracy,
Elizabeth Taylor film. The dogs lounged
around us, occasionally poking wet noses against bare skin to remind us of
their presence.
Around midnight we
called it a day. Mark and I slept under
a star covered ceiling next to one of Lynn’s large collection of big
plants. The ceiling fan sounds like a
summer breeze and wafts through the branches of the plant. The total effect makes me feel as if we are
actually outdoors.
Of course the
reality of outdoors on an Alabama summer night is not nearly as pleasant as the
ambience of this cozy guest room. One of
Freddy’s art pieces adds to the illusion of being outside. The huge panel that covers most of two walls
depicts a night time cityscape. Under
the soft glow of a strategically placed black light, the stars above and the
painted window of the sky scrapes glow softly.
The effect is lovely.
I wake early and
wander into the kitchen. I pause for a few
moments to investigate the little red wagon filled with typically delightful gifts
from Lynn. She presented this offering
yesterday, but in the stupor imposed by hours of stressful travel; I was not
very responsive then. This morning I eagerly
poke through the loot. It feels like
Christmas morning before the parents get up!
The wagon is piled
with fun books, photo albums and candles.
I see a cozy afghan and a bottle of wine (Trader Joe’s $2 Buck Chuck!”). In the front of the wagon is a plant I entrusted
to my sister-in-law when we headed off to Ukraine 2 and a half years ago. It has thrived and will be especially lovely
in our new setting in Santa Fe. The
healthy philodendron is housed in a pot shaped like a cowboy boot. Lynn has found a couple other small cowboy
boots which will enhance the original and make a cozy, clever scene in our new
home.
The gifts are
mostly Dollar Store finds, but sister-in-law-Lynn has a real knack for
selecting small things that show insight into the mind and heat of the lucky
recipient.
This pile of
delights was originally intended as a care package for us. Lynn and Freddy wanted to mail it to Ukraine,
but the actual mailing was delayed. The
dogs discovered the stash and consumed the cookies and candy that were part of
the original gift. And then somehow the
gift box just never got to the post office.
Mailing this collection would have set them back a bundle! And the warm thoughts behind it are greatly
appreciated now.
Time to find some
coffee, on this hot, sticky morning in drought-ridden Alabama.
Meanwhile Back in South Carolina…
Strider, the
Conure that now helps with house sitting our bungalow back in SC, had his first
bath.
Apparently he has
some duck genes in his background! Bird
was riding on Jim’s shoulder as Jim filled the water dish. At the sight of the running tap water, bird
skittered down Jim’s arm and splashed under the water.
I think there is
nothing quite as nice as a shower and apparently Strider agrees.
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Wednesday, 15 August 2007
We begin our Final Road (Approx
1500 Miles) Trip West…SC-NM
Our big red trailer is jam packed and so is
the bed of the pick-up truck. We are NOT
traveling light! The back seat of Dakota
Jack’s extended cab is piled with bags, books, straw hats. (Dakota Jack is our happy red Dodge pick-em-up
truck). I tap away on my laptop,
enjoying the new Sprint Mobile Broadband which allows us to access the internet
and e-mail almost everywhere. Mark has
the radio tuned to loud rock and roll.
Engrossed with my
laptop, I am pretty much oblivious to what is going on around me. This is a good thing since the truck is
working pretty hard to climb the mountains.
We labor along slowly. Vehicles
behind us are probably not too happy.
It is hot. Alabama, where we are as I tap out this post,
has been experiencing drought all summer and lately temperatures have been
triple digit for several weeks. So as we
crawl along, sweat rolls down our faces.
I turn off the AC when we limb to give the truck a small break from all
the demands we are putting on it.
Going up is
stressful, but I find going down worse.
I see the yellow signs that indicate the grade of the road and literally
look away. I prefer not to know. If there is an emergency brake lane for
trucks, I choose to think about something else.
No, I am not one of those people who enjoys sailing down the mountain,
dancing around the curves and oohing and aahing about the vista.
I remember our
mother’s response to such roads. In
those pre-seatbelt years, she would sometimes crouch on the floor of the car
when we found ourselves in mountains.
She did not even like to navigate on hills. Perhaps some of this aversion is because we
really are flatlanders. My roots are in
Northwest Iowa.
My mind turns to
the pioneers who went west so many years ago, before laptops, mobile phones,
A/C, and all the other wonders of the world were available. In their horse-drawn wagons they struggled up
and down these mountains. As the trail
became more challenging and the weather became bad, they would be forced to abandon
their family treasures along the roadside and proceed without them.
Our truck is laden
with most of our worldly goods. But at
least when we arrive in Santa Fe, there will be a Target store, etc, instead of
wilderness. And our journey will not
stretch out for moths and months. We
should be in Santa Fe by the weekend.
We had a duct tape moment earlier in the
day.
We were only about
an hour into the trip when I glanced in the side mirror and saw something
flapping in the breeze. We stopped to
investigate and discovered that three of the metal panels had disappeared! I try to imagine how the people in vehicles
behind us must have felt when the tin-skin went flying by them.
Ever resourceful,
Mark pulled out the duct tape (the same roll we took with us to Ukraine – who
travels without duct tape?!). He quickly
made emergency repairs and we resumed our trip.
Not an auspicious start, but still I took a moment to share my gratitude
with God. When things go awry, my spouse
knows what to do.
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Monday,13 August 2007
Strider and his big blue house have taken
up residence in our front room.
What a happy
little creature this bird is. And, he
makes us all happy.
He skitters back
and forth on is perch doing a kind of funny sailor’s hornpipe as we stand round
admiring him. He picks up a goober (a
peanut) and holds it with his leg while he uses his beak to pry open the
shell. Later, when he tires of his
cage-top playground, he rappels down the front of the cage and climbs back inside. He occupies himself happily with his
bell.
Strider has been
recovering from a broken wing. He is
fine now, but he will never fly. He
still tries to though and that is hard to watch.
He has learned to
adopt quite well and already is eager to climb up on Jim’s shoulder (or mine)
where he squawks and chatters as he gets a tour of the house. His tiny bright eyes are intelligent and
project humor. I cannot look at him without
smiling.
Lucky Jim. Lucky Strider.
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Sunday, 12 August 2007
"All calculations based
on experience elsewhere fail in New Mexico."
- Lew Wallace
I have run across
this rather unlikely quote several times as I endeavor to learn more abut the
culture of the community we will soon call home.
What does it
really mean?
Is the Land of Enchantment,
which is what New Mexicans have written on their license plates, an enigma or
are the people spontaneous or simply unwilling to be pegged? Santa Fe also has a slogan: Santa Fe, the
City Different! Not exactly clear is it?
I think we will
love this place.
The trip begins on
Wednesday…
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Saturday, 11 August 2007
Bird Brains…
House sitter Jim
talks about birds all the time. He wants
to get one, but I think he is afraid to give his heart away.
When he lapses
into his frequent tales of happy birds who were once part of his life, I listen
respectfully - for a while. Then, of
course, I say, “Let’s go to the pet store and get a bird for you!”
Then begins the
usual over-the-hill-hippie tap dance and the long, lame list of why poor Jim
cannot have a bird at this time in his lonely life. I sort of tune it out - respectfully of
course. I have heard this script
often.
I have little
patience with people who labor too long over their decisions. This is not to say I am impulsive or capable of
making a big leap without carefully considering
consequences (how many wasted years did I waiver over the idea of joining the
Air Force, which, turned out to be a wonderful career and a window on a new world
for me??? But I digress).
One thing I have
learned: life is short.
It is good to
follow ideas that bring you joy.
Life is about
reaching out, taking a happy risk, leading with your heart when the time is
right.
And the time is
right for House sitter Jim to get his bird.
That’s how we
found ourselves at the local pet store with parrots on our shoulders. We did pirate imitations and fed crackers to
the birds. We laughed away the hours on
this fine Saturday afternoon.
I is good to see
Jim smiling from his heart.
And yes, Jim laid
claim to a shy Nanday Conure who really needs a loving home. I can’t wait till Monday when we can pick him
up!
And soon
House-sitter Jim will be sharing tales with me about the antics of his new bid
pal. Won’t that be nice?
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Friday, 10 August 2007
At 5 PM & the Temperature Outside is 113
Degrees!
The past week I
find myself thinking about dessert life: Baghdad, Phoenix, etc. It is unusual for temperatures here in SC to
be over 100 degrees. All week the city
has been an oven.
How nice it would
be to be a happy Koi, swimming in a cool pond…
Very soon this SC
heat will just be a memory!
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Wednesday, 8 August 2007
Koi Ponds…Notes from a Future Koi Mistress…
We will be caring
for Koi ponds when we arrive in Santa Fe.
This is part of a house sitting gig and it suits me just fine. I love creatures large and small. And, over the years, we have raised turtles
and goldfish (and other water creatures, both reptiles and amphibians) but Koi are
a new adventure for us. I think we will
like it and will be well suited for caring for these lovely watery creatures.
Koi are Japanese fish. In fact, they are the national fish of
Japan. But, in the end, they are
actually carp…fancy carp, but carp, nonetheless. They are NOT indigenous to Japan. In fact, they were introduced by the Chinese. (These
lovely fish come from the Aral Sea, the Black Sea and other locations.)
It was love at
first site for the Japanese. The emperors
were fascinated by these delightful creatures and had Koi in their ponds back
as far as 200 AD.
Koi are similar to
goldfish but there are differences. Koi
have barbells on their upper lips.
Koi really became
part of life in Japan back in the 1800’s when farmers in the mountainous
Niigata district introduced them into their rice paddies. These fancy Carp were part f the diet back
then.
Now Koi lead a
life f luxury and are valued for their beauty, longevity and heir ability to
bond with people.
You can bond with
a Koi - scratch its nose and talk to it about your daily challenges as you feed
it each evening.
It will be a joy
to care for these watery creatures.
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Tuesday, 7 August 2007
I Have a Santa Fe Phone Number Now!
Our travel plans
dominate my life these days. I am eager
to be on the road. I am eager to break
out of this cocoon and fly.
I look at my shiny
new cell phone and it makes me happy to know that it has a 505 area code.
Days drag on
uneventfully here. The temperatures are
record high – well over 100 degrees. We
stay indoors in a sterile air conditioned womb.
Outside cicadas drone. The air is
still.
We are just
waiting to leave.
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Monday, 6 August 2007
We Paint the Hallway…
The hallway that
connects the front of the house to the back door is grubby, dingy, in need of
paint. We spend a few hours and brighten
up the walls with a barely-yellow paint.
Our waiting days
are filled with such activities.
I am eager for
something that engages my brain.
I do some work on
the Media Mail campaign and work on preparing the shoe I am mailing to
Ukraine. I answer e-mail about the International
Art Festival in Santa Fe. I print
details on how to become a substitute teacher in Santa Fe.
The days seem
long.
It is very hot
outside. My senses seem dulled.
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Sunday, 5 August 2007
Our House-Sitting Gig…
I am so grateful
to have a place to say when we arrive in Santa Fe. Mark spent a long time on the telephone
talking to our point of contact about our new digs.
We will house sit
for some out of state homeowners who want to sell their house. Their home is considered eccentric, but the
description sounds quite charming to me.
Among other enticing details, there is a fish pond stocked with Koi!
Accepting this
wonderful arrangement means we need to arrive in Santa Fe a bit sooner than
planned.
I have become
restless so the imminent move and the firming up of our housing situation is a
relief. Life is good.
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Saturday, 4 August 2007
Yard Sale Tradition…
Part of our yard
sale tradition is to dine out at the end.
It is kind of reward for doing all the dirty work and for getting up so
early.
Today the
temperatures were close to 100 degrees and the humidity drained us. When the sale was over, we trekked off to
Salvation Army to deposit the stuff that remained. Some boxes went
curbside for those people who take pleasure in finding trash they can
re-invent. Today's proceed will contribute to lunch and margaritas on the
patio of the local Mexican restaurant, where we can enjoy the breeze!
We got a call last
night that confirmed our house sitting "gig" in Santa Fe. The
house is on 2.7 acres (in town) and has a Koi pond, lots of aspens, a pond, a
dome, a pottery (empty I think) studio, an overgrown labyrinth...no
furniture. The rather eccentric house is for sale (and has been for about
2 years), so our stay will be indefinite.
The owners are in another state and want reliable tenants to care
for their fish. It is a great relief to
have our housing arrangements fulfilled so happily.
The housing
opportunity means we must pack up and head west a few weeks sooner than
anticipated. But what a joy to have a
home waiting for us
·
Friday, 3 August 2007
No Early Birds, Please!
This time, I did
not include this statement in my ad. When
you host a yard sale, there are always early bids who show up and think it is
OK to come early. Posting that statement
is a waste of time.
I am a rule
follower (most of the time). The early
birds show up and want first dibs on things.
And they want to quibble. It
takes strength f character to stay calm.
I always suggest
they simply take a walk. (I did not say
take a hike…) I tell them, come back when it is 7 AM.
Our house sitter
is NOT a morning kind of guy. This is
hard on him. His bedroom adjoins the
living room and the window overlooks the porch.
Maybe he should be the one to deal with the inevitable early birds. He may not be as gracious as I.
I Survived Day One!
The flurry of
activity at opening time was intense and traffic was steady throughout the day. By days end, we had racked up enough change
to pay for our gas for the trip to Santa Fe and also to splurge of delivery
pizza for dinner! (Rather surprising
since most items went for 50 cents!)
That princely sum
does not count the money for al the books we sold. We decided, just before sale time, to ask
people to deposit a donation (25 cents or more) in a special can. The money from the book sale will go toward
sending the shoes to Ukraine! (See my
earlier post regarding the shoes).
I made several
posters, including photos of the kids who will benefit, and posted them
strategically. People ere very
receptive
This activity
stimulated many interesting conversations about how people live their
lives. The quality of interactions at
this yard sale was outstanding. I
finished the day stimulated.
Books f
·
Thursday, 2 August 2007
Starting Each Day on my Own…
I really like to
have some quiet morning time to just spill all my thoughts out into this
journal. But it just is not
happening.
I have resumed my
morning walk though. At least I get to
think my thoughts! Getting them on paper
is another matter.
I spring from bed
most mornings, throw on my walking clothes and stride off. I
walk and think and come home motivated and filled with gratitude for all the
beauty and joy life offers. Morning
coffee and a bowl of cereal come next. I
browse through the local newspaper for a few minutes and then check my
e-mail.
By then, our house
sitter is usually stumbling down the hall and my spouse is up and ready to get
started. The opportunities to write are
quickly usurped by other subtle demands.
All my inspiration flies from my head.
Still, this is a
time of regeneration.
The morning walk
is prime time for observing the quiet things that go on. I watch people starting their day. I greet the trash collectors. I see geese, rabbits, and an occasional
raccoon or skunk. The early risers nod and say hello. My mind daces with activity.
I pray. I count my blessings. I adjust my thinking.
My evening walking
regime includes my spouse. Sometimes the
momentum of the walk facilitates conversation, and other times it is just nice
to walk quietly, with no demands.
There is something
inexplicably companionable about walking side-by-side with my spouse. Words are not important.
The past few years
of teamwork in Ukraine have taught us a lot about one another. Living in one room with another individual
provides quite an opportunity to lean about that individual.
Dealing with
challenges (unexpected days with no water, or electricity, etc) teaches one to
cope, but these challenges also allow one the opportunity to observe their
partner in action. Do they stay gracious
calm or at least have a sense of humor?
Mine does and for that I am grateful.
One of my reality
shocks on my return to the USA is the amount of whining I here. At least, I perceive it as whining.
People here, do
not see t spend much time doing anything either…there is a consumer bias…what
happened to real hobbies and family time?
Our Yard Sale Begins Tomorrow
We have hundreds
of books piled in the living room. We
are asking for a mere quarter each. The
money will go to help buy shoes for needy children in Kerch (Crimea)
Ukraine.
Mark and I bought
about 25 pairs of discounted shoes from Wal-Mart and K-Mart. (Only 3-7 dollars a pair for good shoes! Even
with postage this is a deal!) We will
mail them off to our friend N. at the Beneficial Foundation. She will share the shoes with kids who need
them. Yes, there really are kids who
NEED shoes.
Most everything
else at the sale is priced at 50 cent.
Our house sitter chafes at this…my philosophy of yard sales is to simply
pass on unused items from my home to someone else’s home where they may find
some joy in the new item. It is not
about the money.
The whole thing is
kind of a social event for me frankly.
I always have a
yard sale before we move and usually I have another, shortly after I get
settled into the new location. The first
sale allows me to reduce the amount of redundant stuff I haul off to the new
place. The second sale is more about
eliminating stuff that just does not work in the new place. But that second sale also offers a chance to
get acquainted with my new neighbors.
And it is fun.
Kids in Kerch who
really need shoes! Aren’t they cute?
Here are some of the shoes we purchased and
will mail to Kerch. The stuffed tigers
will go too.
The other photo
shows some of the books at the yard sale…we are encouraging people to donate to
help with our shoe project.
This
pile of books is part of our yard sale collection – we purge our shelves
regularly. We would love to mail books
to the Kerch Library in Ukraine or to CALEB Library Project in Malawi, but the
recent changes to the US Postal Service make it far too expensive to send print
materials these days. The price has
almost quadrupled. (m-bags@yahoogroups.com
is a discussion and action group working to reinstate reasonable surface mail
rates for people like us)
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FYI:
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