The Privilege of being Busy

Our last blog was Sept. 22 because that’s just before Jack went to Boston on a holiday with beloved friends. I stayed home because I’m going to a conference that starts Monday and somebody needed to watch Bruce, the cats, and the chickens on our sweet little homestead.

It’s gonna be okay

On Monday the garbage disposal went out. No problem, I can bail the sink.

On Tuesday, driving home from a meeting two hours away, my vehicle began making horrible sounds and got left in a town an hour away. A friend drove me home. (Thanks Donnamarie and it’s a wonderful thing to have friends who will make round trips for you.) Neighbors across the street, fighting their own battles with serious health issues, took time out to run over and let our doggie Bruce out because I was stranded so long. It was unexpected, catching up with Donnamarie after not seeing her for over a year. So pleasant, even if the ride was forced by difficult circumstances.

On Wednesday I drove our farm truck to an awards ceremony in a posh location. I resisted the urge to park my sheep-smelling vehicle in valet, but oh it was a temptation. I went to the posh location because one of our volunteers at the Inman Village Community Nourishment Project was receiving an award for being awesome and running a food program over the summer when we didn’t have any student volunteers to do it.

On Thursday I sent query letters on my first serious piece of fiction to four agents, and covered our garden in prep for winter. And had ice cream for supper, in a waffle cone.

Today I am headed back to Inman in a rental–they didn’t have one Wednesday which is why I drove the farm truck–to run our monthly outreach of free food, fun crafts, and listening to questions the Inman Village residents have about access to services. And hopefully answer them. I was able to get the rental because another beloved friend picked me up at home and took me to the rental place, despite being up to her eyebrows in care needs for her own extended family, including three elders and an accident-prone brother. It was lovely to catch up with Nora, in forced circumstances again, but we sat in the rental lot and talked for 15 minutes, just filling each other in on grace under pressure, aka Adulting 101.

Everything that happened this week was hard, and everything is based on something wonderful and resulted in something wonderful. I have a back-up vehicle. We have awesome volunteers. I can afford a garbage disposal, and chickens on my little one-acre homestead. My husband got to spend a week with dearly beloved friends from his home country. Covering the garden started with annoyance at wind gusts and curious chickens trapping themselves under the tarp, and ended with me laughing so hard I had to sit down as the chickens danced with the fluttering plastic.

Gratitude is an amazing framework. Not comparison, not denying our feelings, but being grateful for what we have.

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Gonna Have a Tea Party – –

Jack fumbles again and comes in a day late which is not unusual –

I’m heading to Boston tomorrow for a week of shenanigans with friends and will be flying into Logan

The first time I did this a long time ago I flew there from Scotland ahead of a slew of gigs up in Maine. I was picked up by my good friends Wane and Jean and we headed north on what I remember as a highway with at least eight lanes. I’d seen nothing like that before! Then we started getting passed by enormous trucks – much bigger than any I’d seen before. My companions described them as ‘sem –eyes’ – never heard that before either. The next revelation was passing a very large warehouse type building with a sign on it saying ‘HELP WANTED’. I suggested that maybe we should stop and try to rescue whoever was trapped or maybe call the police? They laughed!

The last time I did that trip was with my old musical buddy George and, at the end of our tour, we got a bus from Portland down to Logan. We were on separate flights leaving around the same time and our bus got caught up in heavy traffic, so we arrived to check in as the desks were closing. We were both put on stand-by lists and poor George didn’t get a seat on his flight so was stuck in the airport for 24 hours! I was much luckier and got the last available seat on my plane which happened to be first class. The only time in my life I’ve flown first class and it didn’t cost any extra!

This time should be a lot simpler although I’ll be flying out of Asheville NC at six in the morning – –

Sadly Wendy can’t go as she has work commitments, however it does mean I can glut on all the seafood that would make her severely ill. I can stuff myself on lobster and crab.

Back in the 1970s a popular Scottish band – The Sensational Alex Harvey Band wrote and recorded a song called ‘The Boston Tea Party’, which I always thought was code for a party of a different kind. But I just had a listen to this and was disappointed when it turned out to be only telling the story of the historical incident

Boston tea party

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