a quick note of personal honesty

SO! Last night I slept in the house all alone; Marc went back to the city for three nights, and I’m here car-less and in the silence. I was a little bit afraid but not too much. There are so many second homes up here — lots of people in the city keep a summer home in the mountains — and if anyone had been watching the house, they might’ve thought that the house would be empty. No car in the driveway, after a few weekend days of a car in the driveway, typical summer home appearance. Apparently there were two escaped and violent convicts from Tennessee in this specific area (even spotted on Saturday in Margaretville, the nearest hamlet and where we shop for groceries), I mean this sounds like a movie doesn’t it!

So I left a light on downstairs last night and the fan was whirring in the bedroom window, and I hoped for the best. And of course this morning I woke up unmurdered. ๐Ÿ™‚

But my quick note of personal honesty is that I’m so very very glad to be alone in the house for a few days. Marc isย so chatty. So chatty. Chat chat chat chat chat. And he’s not a loud talker, more of a mumbler, so it takes a bit of focus to hear him….and he is a slow talker, and he just seamlessly goes from topic to topic in one very long breath until he runs out of air so it’s hard to get a word in, and by the time he stops for a breath the topic has changed a couple of times from what I wanted to say in response to where he started.

There are trailheads all around us — this was a walk to the Lost Clove trailhead after dinner yesterday. It’s just so beautiful I can’t really believe it.

The relief is, of course, that we are in this very large space, two floors and a full basement, and then the glorious outdoors –so it’s not like being in the tiny little apartment in the city, where there is no place to step aside for a moment of solitude. The house is so tightly built, and so well-insulated, that unless we are on the same floor I can’t make out anything he’s saying…..and while I have told him that 2.3K times by now, he just keeps chatting even if I’m on a different floor.

So there is today’s moment of personal honesty, not appropriate for the Heaventree post I’m composing in my mind. So much to share about the early days of living here, both in the area and in this house, but that will be a different post to be written later.

[And in the “good grief, she would complain if she were hung with a new rope” category, the irony is not lost on me that I lived in a kind of despair with my first husband, who almost never spoke, who never shared himself in any real way, and who wasn’t at all affectionate….I never dreamed I would complain about someone talking too much, telling me his thoughts and feelings, and being affectionate! I keep having these moments of awareness during my ear-craving for a bit of silence that he is wanting to share himself and his thoughts with me, and I’m grateful for that. But with just a little bit of silence too. (Please.) (Thank you.)]

4 thoughts on “a quick note of personal honesty”

  1. Silence is golden! And, now I have to worry about escaped convicts and bears. My hair is turning white just thinking about it. Please keep your ears wide open and eyes in back of your head when you’re walking alone. Other than those herrible things to cause me anxiety about my precious Lori, I’m thrilled for you! I love you to the moon and back. xoxoxo

    1. I KNOW!!! Escaped convicts! Who would’ve thought! It just seems like a Lifetime movie, escaped convicts from Tennessee. Of all the places, they had to come to my town. I am going to assume this almost never happens. ๐Ÿ™‚

      I keep all the doors and windows locked, and before I turn in for the night I imagine I check each one half a dozen times — partly out of OCD worry, and mostly because I just can’t remember if I did it already. Sigh. My poor little memory-less memory. I love you to the moon and back too, my darling Dixie. xoxoxoxo

  2. I have to share a little story with you. Two years ago, if you recall, two convicts tunnelled out of a prison in upstate NY. Bob has a niece, Vicky, who lives in upstate NY – can’t remember the name of the town. Anyway, these two convicts were seen in the area. Vicky lives alone in a cabin in the woods just like you do. She decided rather than be murdered in her bed, she’d leave her car at the end of the drive with the keys in it, figuring that if the convicts got that far they’d probably rather have transportation than a 60-something old lady. I really want you to meet her. She teaches at the college and has a slew of fascinating friends. Also, get yourself some wasp spray. It sprays farther than mace, and would give you time to get out of the house and into the woods if necessary. Might also work on bears. Love you. Stay safe.

    1. OOH! Wasp spray!! That’s a great idea. We have flying insect spray, a giant honking can, but I wouldn’t have thought of using it as a weapon. I have a screaming loud alarm I can wear around my neck, but who would hear?! I can’t have a gun in my house, I’m not safe with it, so I welcome that wasp spray strategy. I do remember when those convicts tunneled out and were on the lam (the only way convicts can be….does anyone else ever go on the lam?! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ), maybe this is more common than I imagined. The two winners who are currently on the loose beat an old man nearly to death. They’re a young man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, and you know that’s a dangerous combo, historically. I also love her idea of leaving the car with the keys in it — take my car please. She’s a smart and tough cookie! Love you too, and staying safe is my most pointed strategy at the moment, while I learn all there is to learn. I welcome any and all tips!

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