Over the holidays I re-read Letters of a Woman Homesteader by Elinore Pruitt Stewart, which I discovered over twenty years ago. It is really marvelous. Here she sums up what I believe to be the very true essence of a woman’s happiness:
“When you think of me you must think of me as one who is truly happy. It is true, I want a great many things I haven’t got, but I don’t want them enough to be discontented and not enjoy the many blessings that are mine. I have my home among the blue mountains, my healthy, well-formed children, my clean, honest husband, my kind gentle milk cows, my garden which I make myself. There are lots of chickens, turkeys and pigs which are my own special care. I have some slow old gentle horses and an old wagon. I can load up the kiddies and go where I please any time. I have the best, kindest neighbors and I have my dear absent friends. Do you wonder I am so happy? When I think of it all, I wonder how I can crowd all my joy into one short life.”
Times have not changed that much if you substitute a station wagon/mini van for the horse and wagon. And don’t kid yourself that she didn’t have a “job”. She worked harder than I ever have at my cushy flyover university. At the center of her happiness is love and the freedom to do what she wants.
I highly recommend this book as a good way to start the new year off on a positive note. It is available here.
Well, in our part of the Midwest we haven’t had any snow to speak of. Just a lot of gray skies.
We spent yesterday at the hospital with daughter #2 who was having some ear tube maintenance surgery.
It was a long, but thankfully uneventful day. Daughter #1 had fun entertaining herself with iPhone antics and tweets.
We were glad to go home after 4 hours, stopping at McDonald’s for Diet Cokes and Nuggets (don’t judge us). Later we went to get a prescription filled and to Walgreen’s for NyQuil and throat lozenges. I made hash with the pork tenderloin leftover from Christmas. Daughter #1 made cookies. We watched several episodes of Buffy, including one of our favorites (“Band Candy”) wherein our she-ro made an amusing reference to Nightline. (We live for such moments.)
That was our day. Sigh.
All through the night it snowed and we woke up this morning to this
Even the protected back door had trouble opening
Gallant husband and sons #2 and #3 got shoveling and yes, the snow is up over the car tires.
It’s still snowing and is supposed to continue all day and tonight. Fortunately, we have TWO neighbors with snow blowers who very kindly help us out when the end of the driveway gets plowed in. It’s a perfect day for apres shoveling cocoa and a good book or movie. I’d bake cookies if we weren’t replete with Christmas goodies already. How are you going to spend your day?
This morning I woke up to this:
It’s very pretty until one faces the reality of ice under snow on the cars and 4 inches of heavy snow on the driveway (the pictures don’t really do the amount justice).
Not only did my hero, our neighbor and his snow blower come to the rescue, but he generously did the rest of the neighborhood as well!
Son #3 had a 9am bell practice at church, so I dug out the cars while he got himself up and fed. It would have been easier if he had walked the 3 blocks, but he refuses to wear a coat, hat, or gloves, and it is snowing quite a lot (though it’s hard to tell from the pictures). Rather than let the church people discover the awful truth about his neglectful parents, I braved the weather. Everyone else in the house was, of course, asleep. It was worth the effort — the village green was peaceful and quiet.
Since these pics were taken at about 9am in falling snow, the Christmas lights are off, the decorations obscured, and everything is a muted grey, but you get the idea…
So I say, “let it snow” — that is, as long as it stops before son #1 is due at the airport in Ottawa tomorrow morning! Merry Christmas!
Well, after two trips to the airport yesterday, much waiting and anticipation, a plane diverted to Memphis because of wind surges, daughter #1 is home again. Phew.
The airport was filled with frustrated people eagerly awaiting their friends and family members, but everyone was fairly congenial, sharing information and advice. Daughter #1 said that the people on her plane were likewise good-humored about their 8-hour ordeal on the plane, complete with vomiting children.
Anyway, we made it to celebratory margaritas and quesadillas and back home jiggety jig. Onward to Christmas!
Oh yeah, and if the Apocalypse happens…this.
This poem is titled “January”, but it describes December just as well I think.
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between the dark and dark.Fat snowy footsteps track the floor.
Milk bottles burst outside the door.
The river is a frozen place
Held still beneath the trees of lace.
The sky is low, the wind is gray.
The radiator purrs all day.
-John Updike-
I grew up with radiators in an old house. They purred, but they were also known to bink and bonk and rattle, weren’t they? In my first house as a married person, we had radiators and I remember worrying that their audible antics might wake up a sleeping baby!
Our house now has forced air heat. It turns on and off and blows quietly. I guess this is progress.
[We are expecting snow this afternoon, so, as usual, the local TV weather people are all in a tizzy. Daughter #1 is flying in from NYC, so let’s pray that she doesn’t get sidelined in Wichita (or anywhere else)!]
Today’s Emerson quote is brought to you by daughter #2 with whom I had a serious intellectual conversation the other day.
Know then, that the world exists for you. For you is the phenomenon perfect. What we are, that only can we see. All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do. Adam called his house, heaven and earth; Caesar called his house, Rome; you perhaps call yours a cobbler’s trade; a hundred acres of ploughed land; or a scholar’s garret. Yet line for line and point for point, your dominion is as great as theirs, though without fine names. Build, therefore, your own world.
(from Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson)
It is truly an amazing thing when your children reach an age where they are more knowledgeable than you on certain subjects. It is doubly amazing when that subject is Ralph Waldo Emerson.