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3 Comments:I don't know why my comment from yesterday came up as Anonymous. Maybe I forgot to do something. Anyway, I'm in love with your Pioneer Girl story. I know it's all going to work out but it's making me so tense! Just like a real store bought book. Ack indeed! After all that work by the MwP etc!! Praise God it wasn't more serious, though...and that you weren't hurt. I am in the midst of a term paper but when I am finished, I will reward myself with your Pioneer Story! ("Little House in the Big Woods"?) ;-) Love the Pioneer Story, please do continue! Especially the photos, it's like you lived some fantasy life I never had the nerve to do, and of course, I married a lifelong city boy who had to adjust to suburbia. He loved nature as art, as something to live with, not so much. ;-) Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, May 22, 2004 Thank you all, my dearies - for your concern about the house. Fortunately, this was all paper smoke, not gooey or sooty. Just a hell of a lot of it. Chokingly powerful, and, stupid me, I stayed in it too long trying to DoSomething!! I was still a little sore throaty last night but I’m just fine today. Even the upholstered stuff is okay - though I may give it another shot of Rug Doctor. Of course, I may not, too. I am so inordinately glad it’s the weekend. I always love weekends, but this one seems more necessary and wanted and welcomed than a lot of others. OH. Well. Of course it is! I don’t have a mammoth mess to live with. Just a little mess that may even get cleaned up. BD has a pile of books he plans to donate to the library book sale in June. There is also a pile of photo albums to find a home for. I suspect another set of shelves is going to be required. Perhaps something behind the green wing chair. In the corner. Or in the other corner, where I have always wanted one of those corner cupboards you see in colonial dining rooms. Hmmm. Anyway, it just means the place can get cleaned today before the equatorial weather shows up and I can play with toys the rest of the weekend. I’m on the downhill side of the silk shawl, so each row will be less than the one before. I remembered to get the leather bit for the new wheel - which still hasn’t a name, though I am leaning towards KittyBoy, which I will explain if that turns out to be its name. A sudden spinning project cropped up a while back and fortunately, I still have 3 empty bobbins. Over the next few weeks I’ll be posting my PioneerStory. It is something I’ve put off doing for a long time and I spent the drive home last night pondering that. I suspect, in part, it’s because it is also the story of my early married life - that period of adjustment; of learning to understand what the deal here is; of compromise and of reordering one’s thoughts, one’s priorities; a period of giving up some of the hungers, to replace them with new ones. All in all I think we came out of those years quite well, but individual performances were not always stellar. What gets written becomes true - far more than what is spoken. I want to be careful that what I write is what really happened. There is a journal I kept those first months - my second longest journal. I’ve never let anyone else read it - and I am not 100% sure I can put my hands on it, though it’s supposed to be in the cedar chest. I shall see if I can dig it out and use it to keep the story line true. For sure, it will be good for me to put this down on paper/blog. Like all those other things we ought to do, before it’s too late, I suspect it will give the most pleasure to LD - since this is also where his life began. But right up front, I beg pardon to those who are irritated by people who tell their stories as if they were speaking of someone else. I’ve always felt so much an outsider anyway, that even I am separate from me - someone I view from the edge. A Pod Person. That’s really what I am. But then - aren’t you rather different from who you were 3 decades ago? posted by Bess | 7:11 AM |
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