This is my mantra, because I am a coward, always have been. Yet I recently found myself sitting in Logan Airport in Boston, MA and realized I’d gotten there all by myself which, just a few years ago, would have been impossible. I’m scared of traveling because too many things can go wrong. I hate … Continue reading I know it’s scary; do it anyway.
I’ve been living on the coast of Maine for 10 days now, and I’m utterly useless at functioning at sea level. First, I can’t bake at 20 feet altitude. In the ten years that I’ve lived in the mountain west, I’ve redone all my recipes for altitudes of about 4700 feet. Here’s my fantastic, greatest … Continue reading Boiling brownies and other hazards of life at sea level.
"I don't know where it is." "Since I don't have a linen closet--or any closets for that matter--just stick that in my bedroom." "Did I say garage? I meant the cellar. No! BATHROOM!" "Since I don't have a laundry room, just stick that in the bathroom. Yes, the bathroom!" "Don't panic yet--it'll turn up eventually." … Continue reading Move: Day 6+ From Utahns to Maine-iacs
Yesterday morning in New York demonstrated our growing weariness with the trip, because SOMEONE didn’t retrieve SOMEONE ELSE’S travel pillow even though SOMEONE was trying to help with other loading tasks, and even though SOMEONE ELSE went back to find a lost watch SOMEONE should have noticed a red pillow sitting among the white blankets! … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 5–Road weary, tire weary, weary weary
(Current location, Batavia, NY, a town in upstate New York which has at least four different ways to pronounce it and we're probably still not saying it correctly.) Something strange happened as I stepped out of our hotel this morning into the heavy, warm, humid air of Ohio. Memories rushed me, and it was as … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 4–Welcome to the east, Kirtland, and our 29th anniversary
(Location: Toledo, Ohio. No sightings of Klinger still, but my M*A*S*H fans family are still hopeful.) Should you happen to see these three vehicles, that's us. I forgot to tell you yesterday that my youngest kids were delighted to find out that fireflies are real, and that they sometimes leave fun glowy spots on your … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 3–Preschooler poops, too many “I” states, and I’m worried about food stuff
Our 9.5 hour drive took 14+ hours, and I still don't know why. But we made it to Indianoloa, Iowa, and while I hoped to be more coherent this evening, that ain't gonna happen, so let's not even pretend. But I did find a way to download my photos! Here's my view of my husband's … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 2–Siri lies, “Housebuilder” joins us, and Nebraska is as long as Wyoming
Drive from Utah to Maine, Day 1 (Current location, Cheyenne, Wyoming. “No, kids—not Shee-YEE-NEE. I don’t care how you sound it out.”) Woke up at 3:30 am in Hyrum Utah, because who can sleep when there’s 5 hours of cleaning to do, finishing packing two vans and a moving truck, and an 8-hour drive to … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 1–House is cleaned, children are dense, Wyoming is long
In a few weeks I’m moving to the coast of Maine, and I have a problem. I don’t understand something vital to the culture: the appeal of lighthouses and lobster boats. I need some serious education here because these are iconic symbols. But when I see a lighthouse I think, “What a rickety old building. … Continue reading I don’t understand why people like lighthouses and lobster boats—a plea for enlightenment!
There’s one huge advantage to moving cross-country: knowing that everything you own has to fit in one truck, or it gets left behind. The “There’s no going back for that,” mentality has forced me to evaluate what can be released. Web and Facebook pages of minimalist strategies has helped me to see the clutter I … Continue reading Book 6 Teaser: Toss that past! (Or, how I finally let go of bad 30-year-old paintings and other junk that holds me back)