My adventures continue as I start clearing my things out in trying to get ready for my move in March. Yes, you read that right, I’m moving in a bit over a few days and I will be moving to a quaint little small town that is just what the Doctor ordered (I think). I just signed the papers on my new place a few weeks ago and how wonderful it feels. When I arrived “up-country” to stay with my dear friends where we went to dinner, I pigged out on my favorite mac and cheese (God that place makes the BEST Mac n Cheese anywhere!), and proceeded to drink the first of many drinks. This was unfortunate – because I apparently took a phone call (one I didn’t remember until this a.m. boy was I loaded)… and made an ASS out of myself (don’t you hate that?). There should be Breathalyzers for phones before you speak, text, or do anything that isn’t 911 related. At any rate, needless to say it has been quite some time since I’ve been that plottoed. To my friends, my apologies… to whomever I was talking with (I do remember who it was… but for the sake of discretion will leave his name out of it), my apologies… I was totally blowing smoke up your back-end… at least I own it… and you really do have to be able to laugh at yourself (no sense in crying over spilled milk).
Anyway, back to more pressing matters, me – it is all about me is it not? I’m moving and am truly excited about this move. The town is a historic, lovely little town and is a mere 45 minutes from the big city… We are surrounded by culture, the people are wonderful and my real-estate broker is like a new-found friend… I just love it up there! Now onto the drudgery of the packing (ugh!) and finding a good moving company; of which I’ve found a great one – Yelp is a wonderful helper, and I found some ‘Packers’ to help with my packing needs. This new adventure is very exciting and carries with it some fears (strangely). I’ve lived in this area that I currently live in for twenty-nine years. My sister Kimball was always my ‘touchstone’ as she was family. Come to think of it, I’ve never really lived anywhere where I’ve not had family close by.
But there are still many days where I find myself saddened at the idea that she is no longer available to visit, to just to go to her home and hang out with her over some dinner or a martini. Super Bowl has come and gone and reminded me how much she would love to sit and watch the game (she was an avid football fan). While we watched she would teach me how they game went, what all the ‘1st downs’ and ‘4th downs’ meant (I was lucky if I knew what color jersey our team was wearing).
These days grief seems to be around many of us. I’m just getting out of a long spell while two of my dear friends are just entering. It is hard to see those you love face tough times such as these (such a helpless feeling). I know that as each day passes the pain will lessen, as they do have each other to lighten the load – still, the passing of their dear, dear friend must weigh heavy indeed. Just a few weeks ago, another friend of theirs passed; the one and only Pete Seeger. Known by many for his wonderful music such as, Where Have All The Flowers Gone, If I Had A Hammer (to only name a couple); but also for his courage in standing up against the House of Un-American Activities in 1955.
Pete blessed many with his music and the generosity of his talent. My friends are so very grateful to have had their lives influenced by him and I’m so very grateful to have my life influenced by them (life truly is six degrees of separation).
I think of when we all met and started singing together, I had no idea of the path my life would be taking. Never would I have thought – nor would I have thought I’d have the courage to move up to a wonderful little small town; so far away from what I know and am comfortable with. Embarking on a completely new life. Still holding those that I’ve known and loved for all this time, close and near to my heart – while meeting new people and making new friends.
I have been influenced greatly by, not just these two (who I will lovingly refer to as George and Gracie), but all those I’ve met these last few years – musicians/artists who are so very talented and have given generously to others (people like myself) their knowledge and time. Who knows where I would be? I think back to that woman in August 2011; so broken and hopeless. This feeling of failure everywhere she turned. Only to look in the mirror and see that same woman, a bit wiser, a bit more confident and looking forward to the unknown – feeling more assured in her future. Relaxed and able to ‘go with the current’ as she embarks on this wonderful new branch in this river we call life.