Twenty Years Later

15 years ago we decided that on our 20 year anniversary we would take a trip. We hoped it would be A Room With a View trip and feared it might be a Planes, Trains, and Automobiles trip. It fell somewhere in between… just as it should.

My husband and I have never forgotten to be in love, even during the rough patches, so I can’t say that we fell in love again but I did realize that without him I would have never ventured so far from home. There are so many ways he makes me a better, braver, kinder person.

Amidst all of the history, and pageantry, and sometimes ostentatious display I think I found some spiritual truth. (I can’t help it, I’m a seeker and it’s what we do.) But mostly I had one of the best vacations just being a tourist with my husband.

If I can work out some meaning I may share it later but for now I wanted to share a few of the 1300 pictures we took (how did people travel before digital photography??? hahaha).

Christmas lights in Dublin.
Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin.
Saint Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin.
Buckingham Palace Road where we strolled in the evening in London.
The London Eye at night from the River Thames.
Part of the night skyline from the River Thames.
The Tower of London.
Big Ben in the evening.
The River Thames at night.

River Thames

The River Thames on our way back to the hotel this evening. There is extravagant beauty all around us yet I am longing for the extravagant beauty of our simple home.
I am trying to work out a meaning that I feel lurking around the edges of this trip. Something to do with story and the egalitarianism of death. I haven’t got it yet but I am trying.
Hope you all are well and are having a happy thanksgiving.


We did not take the train to the country but we did make Christchurch and Trinity College – where we saw the Book of Kells. We also visited St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Dublin Castle. We saw stone foundations that were built by Vikings.
We visited a pub and made new friends and ran into two other guys from Seattle. Small world.
Yesterday we arrived in London after a very short flight where the airline still managed to offer us all the complimentary alcohol we cared to consume. Europe, my liver is so happy we don’t live here. Hahaha.
Today we rode a double decker bus for hours and hours looking at the sights. Thousands and thousands of years of history and the commentator focused on shopping and pointing out exotic cars. So frustrating.
Tomorrow we have a formal day-long tour. People in London are not as friendly as in Dublin but then London is the size of New York City. I guess we can’t expect small town congeniality.
Friday is a free day.
I miss our small home and familiarity but I am so enjoying this adventure.
Take care.

3am in Dublin

I am finally feeling almost human again. 10 hours flying to Paris then 4 hours, including layover time, to get to Dublin then trying to stay awake to adjust to the time change added up to about 30 hours or so of no sleep. Last night at about 7pm local time I just passed out. Luckily I was in the bed and not sitting in a pub somewhere! 😄
It’s fascinating walking around with a thousand years of history. We only have one full day here, tomorrow, to try to see as much as we can. Luckily we are centrally located to much of the history.
The people have been genuinely kind so far – aside from grumbling about slow walking tourists.
Tomorrow we will try to take the train out to the coast in the morning and then visit Christchurch and Trinity College when we get back.
More to follow.

Hidy Ho Neighbor

Just wanted to say hello!

This little blog and the people who read it make my life a little better and I just wanted to say thanks.

That is all.

Oh, and I’m about to have potato soup and cornbread for supper. Oh my goodness there’s just not much better than that.


12 days since I’ve posted. I feel so guilty.

I keep meaning to post, I even have 5 drafts saved… none of which are worth reading.

I think I’ll just share the things that have been distracting me.

There was a corral here when we moved in. It was six feet tall, held up on railroad tie posts, and fenced with 2X10 boards. I was dreading taking it down although I was happy to think about repurposing everything. I was pushing on it one day thinking about the best way to pull up the posts when “crack!” something gave way. I pushed again and one whole section toppled over. Those imposing railroad ties were nothing but black husks filled with dust… like my heart some would say. Hahaha! So we knocked it all down then used the bucket on the tractor to pull up the supports for the loading ramp.

Another day I finally had all I could stand of the thicket remnants behind the barn so I bulldozed everything. Not the barn of course! In the pile of rubble underneath all the brambles I found two wire milk cartons, a plastic toy shovel, a piece of Fire King cookware (still useable), and the bottom of a shopping cart. Oh, and foundation stem walls that run from the chicken house on the neighbor’s property right up under our barn! I don’t even know where to start remedying that situation.

Last Saturday I finally got around to burning the brush and brambles (and maybe assorted other sundry material) we had been piling up. I wound up with an ash pile about 11 feet in diameter and two feet deep.

While the fire burned Don and I took turns dragging the box scraper around to level as well as possible some of the rough terrain. That box scraper did exceptionally well.

I also found out that my heart – blackness not withstanding – is just fine. I mentioned to my doctor at my last visit that I had been feeling quite run down lately and in the course of the ensuing conversation mentioned that I couldn’t seem to catch my breath a couple of times after climbing the stairs at work. Well he was on that like a duck on a junebug! I told him it was nothing and in the end it turned out that I was right. Why do people always question me????? Foolish mortals! But for my nickel I got to see the my heart beating from the inside (really a sonogram representation of said heart but still…) which was pretty awesome. And I got to sweat on a treadmill – which wasn’t all that awesome. I spent several days wondering if there really was something wrong only to receive a diagnosis of overweight and under-exercised.

Perhaps the biggest distraction (and most disappointing) was the final understanding that we have a low-yield well. Poop. Poop. Poop! I am so disgusted. I guess we’ll have to be creative.

Wow, that was a large data dump. But… that’s what has distracted me. Some might call it life. I call it theatre!

Forced Simplicity?

I’m not ignoring this blog just paying the price for a day of unbridled indulgence.
The only internet service we could get out here is HughesNet. It’s actually not horrible service but there are data limits. We bumped up against those limits for the first time this month. It was totally my fault. I convinced Don to finally watch Sense8 and he picked up my obsession hahaha. We watched all 12 episodes in two days on Netflix which of course streams over the Internet.
So now our account is throttled down so it takes forever to download or upload. The good thing is our account resets in two more days. Yay!
It’s funny, we gained a lot of freedom out here but with that independence has come the responsibility of watching our usage of water, propane, Internet, etc.. But I am very happy to make the exchange.