I’ve not posted in a long time, though its not for lack of things to write! It’s, instead, for lack of time to write them. And I am not worrying about it. Why? Because I’m instead learning a very, very valuable lession.
I’m learning how to fully live in the moment (or atleast as much as I can), and I’ve found immeasurable amounts of joy in that fact. So consider this post a temporary “out of office reply” and I’ll be back soon with lots of fun adventures to share.
In my life, I can say I’ve definitely done a lot of things I never thought I’d do. Including things I never thought about doing in the first place.
This last weekend definitely landed in the, “never thought about doing” category.
I didn’t even know there was such a thing as Amish Country in Tennessee. Perhaps that was just me being oblivious, but I just didn’t even have any concept of it. So when a friend said she wanted to stop in Amish Country on our way back from a girls night out in Birmingham, AL, I was very, “Uhm. Okay.” I wasn’t against it. I just had no idea what to expect!
So upon re-entering Tennessee after an amazing Friday night, we exited I-65 and headed to Ethridge, TN. We were off on an adventure. Especially considering how we realized NONE of us had ever done this before.
There, we picked up a few things, including a map of where to go buy things we wanted. Now this is when everything got… different.
Basically, you get this map and follow it to houses that are selling wares. Outside of the houses are signs that show what they sell, and you just drive up and buy direct from the families.
Our goal was to find butter, and that mission sent us to probably six houses. All of them said the next house would have butter. We started to feel like we were playing some sort of scavenger hunt.
But we were struck by so many observations of the Amish. They definitely live a simpler life. Homes built simply. In some cases, the houses would probably be considered shacks. No air conditioning. And just like you see in the movies (and I can’t believe I said that) kids running around barefooted. Women in long dresses. It just felt like we went back around 200 years to the early 1800s.
And yet within it, we marveled at the efficiency of their simple machinery. We actually sat and watched a group of Amish men running a sawmill made of a series of pulleys. Large tree trunks turning into perfect planks of wood. Another had a bull in a “trailer” being pulled by horse.
I’ll be honest. I sometimes long for simpler days. Some times I think our technology has lead to a lot of unhappiness. There is seriously something to be said for having to work a little harder for things, and maybe NOT knowing the instant something happens in other parts of the world.
It felt very strange to just drive up to a persons house, get out, and buy something. Its a totally different world. We were stepping into someones personal space, and we admittedly felt very uncomfortable.
But sometimes its good to get outside of your comfort zone. Sometimes its good to open your eyes to another way of life. Sometimes we need to be reminded of how far we’ve come from the days when we were ALL traveling by horse and cart, relying on the sun for light and the wind for our air conditioning.
For anyone curious, we did finally find our butter. I actually made my breakfast today using it, and it was delicious.
Will I be going back? Maybe if we happen to find ourselves in that area again. But I don’t think I’ll go back specifically just to go. It was a strange experience at the time, but looking back, its one I am glad I had.
I don’t often write in this blog specifically about life as a Musician’s Widow, but this week life just begs for me to do it!
1. As per my last blog entry, I flew home from Texas. What I did put in that post was that I ALMOST had an experience of changing truck keys in the airport as my husband flew OUT. My husband is not only a musician, he’s also a bus driver. He received a call the day before for an immediate replacement driver being needed for a couple of days this week. The catch: we didn’t know when he was leaving, nor when he’d be home. There was a very good chance he’d fly out before I landed, or maybe we’d actually cross paths at the airport. It’s happened before! However, we got lucky and actually did have the evening together before he headed out the next morning.
2. I replaced the toilet seat. I heard you snicker over there. But this was a big deal to me. The toilet seat came undone a few weeks ago, and my husband and I have been running enough that it just got left. I got tired of it, though. So I went to the store, bought a new seat and replaced it. By myself. To some people, this is no big deal. To me, it was a huge deal and worth noting.
I just replaced a toilet seat in our master bathroom. Go me! #roadwidow
3. I handled getting the emissions testing done and the tags replaced on our new-to-us truck. Now, I realized it after the fact that I HAD to be the one to do this as it’s in my name. But at the time I was all proud of myself that it’s a job my husband would normally do, and instead I was doing it all by myself. Let it be known though that in my opinion, Texas State Inspections are way better than Tennessee Emissions Testing. Not that anyone really cares that I think that.
4. My husband’s passport needs to be renewed. Like, two months ago needs to be renewed. And because he does tour outside of the country (and leaves in a week and a half to do so) its panic time. But if anyone knows me, they know I’m a research addict and love figuring out how to handle problems. I want to give a huge shout out of thanks to THIS BLOG POST for helping me understand what we need to do. So far, following his suggestions, it should work out just fine. We’ll be cutting it close, but it’s doable. Let’s just say we’re going to be road tripping soon to handle this situation, and weird as it sounds… I’m kinda excited for it. I’ll blog about it next week. Stay tuned…
5. My final note isn’t really on this same theme, but I’m crazy proud of how my many yard projects have grown. I’ve never been a gardener. Green thumb? Not hardly. But something has happened this year, and I am loving time in my yard. I’m loving weeding the garden, watering my many flowers, etc. Now I understand when people say it’s therapeutic. They’re absolutely right.