Family Matters – –

Jack is slow again but there’s always an excuse – –

The last two weeks have been quite adventurous and enjoyable –

First of all, our good friends Beth and Brandon organized a week in the Boston area, staying at a lovely house in Manchester by the Sea. We were joined by our mutual friends Barbara and Oliver from Scotland and we had a great time visiting Salem, Boston and all the adjacent beaches. Sadly, Wendy was tied up with work meetings and couldn’t join us.

Some of the chosen family with our Bruce

Following that Barbara and Oliver had a rather eventful train journey from Boston to Roanoke where they stayed the night in a local hotel. In the meantime, I had flown back to Asheville with Beth and Brandon and finally home. Wendy and I drove up to Roanoke the next morning to collect the train riders and bring them to our house and guest room. Three hours later Wendy set off to Montana for a conference, so not much time to catch up on our Boston experience!

The highlight of this week was a small house concert in the local bookstore here in Wytheville where Barbara and I revisited our musical past on Wednesday evening. Earlier in the day another two friends, David and Susan came up from North Carolina and then to the evening concert. In addition our Scottish friends and I drove down to the small town of Appalachia to visit with Sam and Kelley and their kids who they know from our time running our bookstore in Big Stone Gap.

Why is all this significant?

Well – all the people listed above live far apart and are of very different ages and generations. The only thing that really connects us all is myself and Barbara. But we have all shared memorable experiences here in America and in Scotland and are always in close contact via the internet. During the height of the Covid pandemic we ‘Zoomed’ most Sundays.

I asked the group earlier today how we’d describe ourselves and the consensus was – ‘a chosen family’!

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.