It’s 11:20am on Saturday as I type this. I technically already wrote something today. I emailed my brother, SIL, and SIL’s sister some pictures and updates to the cabin. I would share them here except I have no before photos. Only the afters. I am counting on those three to have the befores etched into their brains from the 57 years the cabin has been in the family.
Side note: For about 5-10 years or so there was a stretch where I did not visit the cabin very much and they did. I was working, volunteering, and first-marriaging in Florida. (The first marriage mention fits because his family was in FL, giving me even less reason to leave the state.) My grandparents were also in Florida, with the rest of my family in Chicago. George, Francesca, her family and lots of their friends would take advantage of the cabin several weekends out of the summer. They made minor changes, mostly linen and small appliance additions, during that time. I’m sure my brother wished to do more, but I have always been a little…sensitive…about things around the cabin changing too much. And when I say “around”, I mean I was upset for over a week about a new traffic light on our drive into town. God forbid someone move the sofa. Now I have moved here (with his blessing) and there are many things about living here full-time as two adults with cats that is very different from being a summer residence of grandparents and grandchildren. So I have changed a great many things. Even thrown out a few things. And I sometimes wonder at what his emotional response over these changes. Is he a little sad to see the yellow curtain that separated his childhood summer bed from the dining area finally be removed? In some way did he not like change but did not have to be quite so vocal about it since I was more than willing to pick up his slack? Or is he in New Mexico frustrated thinking, “NOW she makes all these changes when I am a bazillion miles away and working and cannot enjoy them?!”
Anyway, the latest changes are to accommodate another living arrangement – three adults with cats. My mother is coming to stay for a few weeks. I think at least two but you never know with her these days. (HI MOM!) She has very much embraced the fluidity of retirement. I have asked her to stay for Thanksgiving but she thinks a friend might visit. Who knows. Maybe that will fall through or maybe a more enticing offer than a re-organized bedroom without a ginormous TV lurking in the corner will come up in 3 days and she’ll be on her way.
But the assumption is two weeks. Maybe longer. So we moved our computers out of the room she likes to stay in and put the TV in the living room where it covers up almost half of the main windows and I can’t stand it but we’re hardly home when it is light out anymore so who cares? The TV, by the way, is only ginormous to me. I also have never had cable except when living with roommates or husbands. An in-home entertainment center to me is built-in bookshelves.
I have also taken a week off from my part-time job, and while my mother is here to cat-sit (we have a terribly emotional Maine Coon who needs daily meds, sometimes AM and PM, and constant consoling anytime Tom is out of his sight) Tom and I will go backpacking. Imagine that! People who run a hiking store going to hike!
This is very exciting but also nerve wracking. It will be our first multi-day trip since we left the Appalachian Trail in 2013. I still have not reached a point where I don’t get skin infections, but I do have some better understanding of how to prevent and treat them. And it is only three days so I am not too concerned except that it might be uncomfortable. But it is only three days and we plan to hike over 15 miles a day to cover the trail we chose. I am optimistic given how the weather has held and how much walking I do on a regular sit-at-the-computer day (about 5 miles) and the fact that it won’t be up and down mountains. But I do want to have fun and being on a tight mileage schedule can sometimes not be fun.
So! I will probably not be writing much this next week! Because my mother is scheduled to get here….now? It’s now 12:47pm. It has not taken me over an hour to put together such a jumble of words. I also showered and made nachos.