6.26.2009
Begin Again
We're vacationing in Long Island this week, which means ELECTRICITY COMPUTER HOT SHOWERS GIGANTIC TELEVISION FLUSHING TOILETS REFRIGERATOR FOR MIDNIGHT SNACKS...obscenely long blog post. It's exactly 11:11 at night, we leave tomorrow, and I'm sick of sitting in front of the computer. Lucky for you, I'm a gold-medal blogger. Blah!
Wild, ridiculous rumor aside (Laura!), I've an excellent excuse for not posting. Really! To those of you with whom I don't communicate outside of this electronic box, I owe a brief explanation.
But I'm never brief. If you want snapshots, skip this wordy post, and keep hitting "older posts" at the bottom of the page, 'cause I posted a million.
In my last post, I gave the heads-up about our impending move to the trailer. Originally, we were going to dig the well, prepare the septic, and hook up electricity fairly quickly while John began demolishing the burned down house in earnest to prepare the land for building next spring. Instead, the week before we moved, my aunt and uncle decided to move from their home of the last 15 years-- their large, lovely home just up the hill from where we intended to build OUR home--the house that has been beautifully renovated and that I gush over whenever I visit. More wonderful yet, it's the house in which my grandpa, great-uncle, and great-aunt were born and raised. It's the very house in which my grandpa played ping pong to keep warm (while wearing a winter coat) because even pea soup freezes on Mt. Hunger in mid-winter. Oh, yeah...brief!
So, we've been living without electric, septic, or running water for the last month and a half (no electricity=no computer=no blog checking or blog posting=a better Abigail). In that time, we've secured a house loan (don't contemplate it; it's terrifying), played the part of mature adults while talking to a legion of bureaucrats on the phone (which is even more terrifying), and have begun steps to buy the house on the hill. I hesitate to pluck a chicken before it's completely hatched, but the outlook for us buying this home seems promising.
Lots of flotsam swirls around the periphery of this whirlpool, but that's the center.
I'm trying to check the floodgates for now, but I am still very excited. God's hand is clearly evident in the many "coincidences" that led us to this point, and whether or not we are able to buy this house in the next few months, the door we stand in front of leads to something beyond our imagining. Without our knowledge, God had stored up provision for us, and now we see the fruits of His preparation. We also see God's honoring the countless prayers of friends, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles, and even people we've never met.
Simply, I am thankful.
We'll probably continue our luxury camping until the end of summer, and I couldn't be happier. This time of hauling water, hauling compost, lighting candles, and chasing chickens has been nothing but good, even when it's annoying. Living seems less scattered and more rooted. It's hard to articulate, but it's easier to savor what is most savory. There is less flash and distraction, and the lack of electricity necessarily slows one's pace. In lieu of that journal-gift I haven't put ink in (argh!), I offer these memory-flashes, in the haphazard order in which they pop into my head...
Our first week in the trailer, Millie said that she wished I would turn on some music. When I reminded her that we had no electricity, she smoothly turned to me and said, "But, Mama, YOU are the electricity." At first, I laughed, but I've found its truth. I sing like I sang before marriage and children. I am the electricity, and songs again come unbidden and unnoticed throughout the day.
There is a great joy and an immense satisfaction in rediscovering the secret places of one's childhood with one's own children. The girls and I tromp the hills, hollows, fields, and woods. It's like meeting an old friend without awkwardness, the years between slipping unseen behind a veil.
Birds swoop and sing constantly, surrounding our days and our home. I sometimes feel like we live in one small nest among many. We especially seek the flash of oriole orange, an electric sizzle in the cool green trees.
Clatter and bang, we hear a graceless landing on the shed's tin roof that slopes too steep for grace. The girls and I run to the steps to see two turkey vultures staring back, taking our measure. We are too fresh for them, and they soon jump ship for sky, the six-foot-span of their wings making us jump and exclaim.
I don't welcome the eleven o'clock wake-up call from the coyote pack in the field right behind our trailer, but, once awake, I sit inside and listen to the high keening of howls and yips. A unified cacophony. Discord becoming song. When I open the door for a closer seat, they scatter into the woods.
A red-winged blackbird sits sentinel in the elm near the compost bin. When I take food scraps or other compost out to the field, he sends a "booker-cheeee*" my way. Without thinking, I usually converse back and count it as being neighborly; I'm disappointed when he's not there.
[* I know it's supposed to be "conk-a-reee" or "o-ka-leeee," but from the time I was little, it's always sounded like "booker-cheee" to me. Actually, as immature children, we said it was "boogar-cheese." Sincere apologies.]
An unexpected beauty waits in midnight trips to the toilet tent. Stars in the dark country are sharp and clear, and the foggy swath of the Milky Way curves across the sky, its path mirroring our steps toward the tent and back again. In the middle of the night, I point out constellations to bleary-eyed girls as we hold hands in the dark and while dew dampens our pajama bottoms. Men, women, fabulous creatures of myth-- they all hang suspended just above our upturned noses-- but we turn from them and stumble back to bed.
The only light competing with the stars are the lighting bugs, so numerous now that I wonder at the Lord's largesse. In daylight, they seem common, ordinary, but night transforms them, and they in turn transform the hayfields, some lighting the dark hollows of grass and others, audacious, floating upward to the narrow wedge of pine tops a hundred feet above. The girls gather them in Mason jars and use them for a nightlight, a twinkling jar that eclipses electricity.
I've never really enjoyed getting up in the middle of the night to help the girls use the bathroom, but, here, I do. And I've been seeing a lot more of that toilet tent in the middle of the night myself because, Laura, you just might be onto something with that
Wild!
Ridiculous!
Rumor!
I have been thinking recently about how we know excess because our God made the world excessive- we know plenty because He is plentiful.
ReplyDeleteWild girl in the woods...I always knew that that would be you!
I loved looking through all your posts! Congratulations on the wild ridiculous rumor. :) Your girls are so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about not wanting to get excited too much too early, Abby, but I am very excited for you!
ReplyDeleteWait does that mean you are? I keep reading it to see if I can decode it, but I am still not sure, Gosh, you are killing me.
ReplyDeleteI think you are though...
ReplyDeleteLaura is so smart! I think that she went to college. I do think that she is on to something.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was wasting time today, I thought to myself, man I hope Abigail updated...and you did! Wahoo!
How weirded out would you be if a complete stranger came to visit, b/c you make using a toilet tent sound great?
Beautiful picture of a painted trillium!
ReplyDeleteALL the pictures are gorgeous, and I'd comment such after each one if my slow internet connection didn't harass me so. Congratulations to what looks like an announcement of life, which would be paramount to the other announcement of an amazing new dwelling for you and yours... which also deserves many congratulations and Praise - to a very Good Father.
ReplyDeleteyay, yay and yay to the FIFTH :)
ReplyDeleteYAHOO! You updated!! Love the story and love the pictures!!! You truly brighten my world, Abigail and family.
ReplyDeleteYou and your family continue to be in my prayers. Please keep us updated. God is so good - never a doubt to that! By the way, I got a job! Yes, in my new career as a dental assistant and at my oldster age. I'll be on a one month probation and I plan to knock their socks off! My start date is July 13th.
Being unemployed for 10+ months has certainly caused us to change our spending and living habits in far more reaching ways than I can ever remember and we plan to continue on that frugal pathway - even after I begin receiving paychecks. We're hooked - simplicity is our new way of life.
Congratulations again on the exciting news!
Blessings!!!!!
We had such beautiful star views when we first moved here. But first our next door neighbor, and then others down the street, installed these horrible bright outdoor lights, and the stars are not as visible as they were.
ReplyDeleteWhy did they move to the country if they are afraid of the dark?
Abby,
ReplyDeleteCan I tell you I've missed your blog, and even more importantly YOU! I look forward to my sis's book party so that I can catch up with you again :) In the meantime I am enjoying a wonderful feast of words and photos!!!
On a side note, you are truly an amazing woman. You see the most sweet, sumptious, sparkling lemonade even in the midst of what could have been pure lemons! I really need to use you as a human example of what I should be!
All,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the warm congratulations, and...
Sarah,
Amen!
Laura,
YES!!!!!
Good call. :)
Carly,
We'd totally welcome you! And there's LOTS of extra room for entertaining-- like in the unused bathtub, for instance.
Sandy,
You bet! This new baby is the best news we've got!
Molly,
Congratulations on your new job! What a welcome time this must be for you after so much waiting.
Kathy,
Maybe they moved because their lights look brighter in the country than they do in town?!?
Elizabeth,
It'll be good to catch up next week. And thanks for your kind words, but really, all we're doing is drinking lemonade that's already prepared and placed on our plates.
Good to hear from you again, Abby, and many, many congratulations! :)
ReplyDeleteSurprises all around! I had resigned myself to believing you would never blog again, but every once in a while I keep checking...and it paid off! I am so happy to hear you're expecting #5, and what perfect timing for the Lord to bless you with a house!!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for writing such lovely posts...I can just about trick myself into believing I'm listening to some prairie home companion when I read. :)
miss you guys!
I am thinking that you need another trip to the in-laws. I am impatient for more news.
ReplyDeletePraying that all is well. Miss your posts and pics. Blessings!
ReplyDeletei agree with Molly.
ReplyDeletekisses from Greece
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Gosh I miss you!
ReplyDeleteYou are so dearly missed. Please let us know how you and your precious family are doing.
ReplyDeletefrom what abby told me, she doesn't have internet access apart from when she checks her email every few weeks, but she's going to L.I. for Thanksgiving, so a post should come??????
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