YOU THERE! yes, YOU!
I’ve missed you.
Talk about hectic. The last couple weeks have been crazy, with tree planting (which my now healing, itchy, sun burned back isn’t thanking me for, but my soul is), transplanting, working, being a mom, but most of all, falling behind on keeping a tidy house. Oh, and in the midst of all of that, last week Rain we decided to take a fire trail in absolutely awful condition back route home, and got stuck.
When I say back route, I mean we drove 20 kilometers in to what can only be described as what Deliverance was probably based on, and when I say stuck, I mean Rain tried to dig us out for an hour, while the sun was going down, in a cloud of mosquitos and black flies (my hero! <3). Then we decided we needed help, and he had to walk back down Deliverance trail to find help from the closest house, while I sat with the baby in the van waiting for him to come back. As I said, we were in some serious banjo country. I locked all the doors, but I couldn’t reach the back door to lock it because… well… we had 20 cedar trees in the back. I was having visions of having to spend the night in the van, protecting the baby from the rednecks that would inevitably be circling it, that would obviously be tapping on the windows with sticks to scare me… or there would be coyotes.. or wolves.. Then I realized that Rain probably got attacked by one of those three nightmare situations, and I started picturing having to walk back out to the road in the morning (thankfully the stroller was with us), and having to stab a puma with my buck knife that I keep in my purse. Cordelia and I waited for about an hour, when finally I heard tires crunching along the dirt road, and a white F-150 with two teenage boys and the love of my life in it. After some manouvering, we finally got the van all hooked up and pulled out. I blew kisses at the boys and gave them $20. I’ve never been so thankful to be home. Except for the one time I thought our ’69 Chevy almost caught on fire in the middle of nowhere when the baby was only 3 months old, but that’s another story.
Oh, and our basement flooded. Ha.
We woke up, were about 5 minutes from leaving the house, Rain went downstairs to take things outside, and as I was coming down the stairs, he called up “basement’s flooded” then splashed his boots a bit. Upon further inspection (and by that I mean a guess), we had about 4 inches of water. Which all in all, isn’t terrible. Things could have been much worse. 20 minutes from our house, peoples houses were quite literally washing away and states of emergency had been called. We got off easy. ‘cept a bunch of my art reference books, art history books, portfolios, and supplies were ruined. Oh, and before we had to leave the house? I went around making sure things were unplugged, and came across and extension cord, that was plugged in, that had the female end draped in to the water.. and I was barefoot. I talked to an electrician, and basically? I should be dead, and he doesn’t know why I’m not. BRONWIN FOR THE WIN!! I think I’ve probably got 6 of my 9 lives left.
Have successfully gone back to work, and have been feeling good about it. I’ve already done a few pieces I’m proud of, and have some exciting ones coming up.
Anyhow, I just wanted to do a quick update to let everyone know I’m alive, and that I got a beautiful new food processor and stand mixer as a Mothers Day present.. and that Imma need to break them in with some new recipes, post-haste. *wwwwwwwwwwwink*
