Small Town Observations

* Our mailbox is across the street from our house. Weird.
* Our mail is delivered by someone in a grey pick up truck – not an official USPS vehicle. Weird.
* Our kids have made more friends in the last 2 days than in the last 2 years. Pretty great.
* The world’s greatest Walmart.. is here. In this little town. Weird – but wonderful. And is ‘all the way across town’ – so, like 6 minutes.

* People leave their cars running – keys in them, the whole deal – at the bank, the grocery store, the post office.. 
* I took a long, long walk this afternoon in the blazing heat [we are NOT in Racine anymore, hallelujah!] with 60 pounds of KID in the double jogger… and we spent most of the time meandering purposefully through a ginormous cemetery. The population of this thing has GOT to be bigger than that of the town. And oh, if you know me, you know I love a good cemetery! This one does not disappoint. A cursory first look revealed headstones back to the early 1800’s, and I’m sure there will be some from the 1700’s as I keep looking. What a story these stones tell! And this particular cemetery follows the ‘only real plants from May-November, only fake ones from November-May’ which I love. Some of the stones have elaborate gardens… some are starkly blank. I’m not sure why it’s so moving to me, but I think it hearkens back to the Martens [my family] semi-annual cemetery tour in Platteville, WI. No matter what was going on in our lives in busy Green Bay, twice a year we would make the trek to Platteville with a trunk full of artificial flower arrangements for mom and dad to put on the stones of their parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles. It’s one of the most favorite memories of my childhood, to be sure… I only knew Mom’s mom – all the others were long gone when I was born – and something about the cemetery made Mom and Dad tell stories. I love to hear the stories of their families! This Baraboo move has me strangely nostalgic for Platteville. This southwestern section of the state of Wisconsin is some of the most beautiful land I’ve ever seen – seriously. It’s gorgeous. I’m grateful.

 

Will post photos soon of the piano… tonight, it was showtunes. One of the problems I’m facing, though, is that living with this piano again evokes memories of 1988 – so the only songs I can think to play, suddenly, are the songs I played on this piano in high school. So we’ve been singing Les Miserables, Richard Marx, Chicago 19, and Stephen Schwartz stuff. Not bad. Now I just need to find my hot rollers…

 

🙂

S

From Where I Sit…

Well. From where I sit, I see furniture in the wrong spots, a nervous poodle wondering why his world is changing, bags of purged clothes and STUFF from around the house, a very happy baby trying to crawl, a 10-year-old nearing the end of a very successful soccer season, a husband and son driving around in the Model A, and a daughter in a pink tutu. It’s moving time!!!

Today is highly nostalgic for me – or bittersweet, or something – as the moving company went to my childhood home this morning and picked up my baby grand that has been there – without me! – for 20 years. It was given to me as a gift in about 1987, and I had it for 2 years in high school, and for college breaks, but since becoming a grown up [as if..] it’s continued to be in my folks’ living room – standing alone as a reminder of all the high school nights I spent playing it with all of my friends over. I am delighted that it will be at our new home, but I’m not looking forward to being at Mom and Dad’s and seeing it with no piano… first time in 32 years.

The seasons, they continue on….. I’ll keep you posted as the move draws ever nearer. T-minus-9 days until they come to pack us!!

Grateful!
Steph