It's been a while since I've written anything, and I kept telling Caroline (who persistently reminds me I'm behind on my writing) that there was nothing interesting to write about, but lo and behold tonight that all changed.
What started out as a leisurely walk in Ethridge- which was pretty exciting in itself to me- ended up being one of the most exciting nights of my summer... I got to ride in an Amish Buggy!!
Imagine: You've spent your whole life seeing these buggies everywhere wondering what it might be like to ride in one, and once you're older you finally consent to the fact that you will probably never know. Well just try to conjure up the excitement of getting to finally ride in one, and see what it's like to be in their shoes for a few minutes.
Caroline and I were at her uncle's house feeding the dogs with her Nana, and then were about to start walking when her Nana asked if we wanted to walk down to Enus's house (he's the Amish man) because she had to ask him a question, and of course you can't call because they don't have phones! So we started walking. It turned out to be further than we thought, and there was one scary dog on the way that we didn't want to pass by again; it was also starting to get dark. Once we got there her Nana talked to Enus for a little bit and then said, "Well... It's getting pretty dark. We don't really want to walk back home, and it was a little longer than I thought." To which he replied, "Well the horse and buggy are still out, the boys can hitch it up and I can take y'all home." I was jumping with joy inside. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.
(Meanwhile the little Amish boys are checking out Caroline in her "bathing suit" aka her tanktop and shorts. They had probably never seen a naked lady up that close.
Anyways, so we climbed in the buggy and it was surprisingly comfortable and had a nice view. It went a lot faster and smoother than I would have thought. I even made Caroline turn and look out the back just for fun. There was a nice breeze the whole way, and the seats were padded and covered with some fur, we're still not sure exactly where that came from, but we don't really want to know.
It just reinstated my dream to live in Ethridge and have my own buggy to take nice Sunday ride.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I want to live where the green grass grows. There is something so rejuvenating even thinking about being in the country and riding in the car with the windows down and skinny dipping and just being free. Anyone who has never lived near the country won't understand this feeling, and I pity them. There is nothing more beautiful in the whole world than watching the sun set over an open field of wildflowers in the summer.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
- Dr. Seuss; Oh! The Places You'll Go
This post is more as a sense of therapy than it is for your enjoyment, so if I were you I'd just skip over this one and just read the poem at the top. Lately for some reason I've had the mean reds. If you don't know what those are then you need to watch "Breakfast at Tiffany's" immediately. I feel like everything around me is as fragile as a house of cards, and with a single sneeze or the blink of an eye everything could fall. I don't know why I feel this way, except past experiences that seemed a lot like this at first all led to the same thing-- nothing. It's hard not to be cautious when everything seems to be falling into place and so perfect. My favorite line is "Everything's going great but..." and then comes the killer. Part of this feeling is probably coming from beginning a new stage in my life and having no idea where I'll be at this time next year (mentally, physically, everything). Sure, I've got everything planned out now, but at the same time everything seems to be hanging on a thread. It's quite terrible feeling like you're in some sort of limbo phase. In one window- everything is perfect and dandy and you know you shouldn't even think about complaining but in the next window- you're scared. scared that if you're too naive or allow things to be too wonderful without being cautious then it's going to be even worse if everything does crash down. This leaves you with the option of trying to realize what the problem is and possibly sabotaging it all, or letting everything just float by and run its course without your input or questions. Whenever I feel this way I can go on a walk, and by the end I feel all better and refreshed. But right now it's raining. And I have lots of packing to do. And studying. And paper editing. I just want to get in bed and read my kindle.
Monday, April 25, 2011
I love my life. That's really all I have to say right now. Not to make you jealous if you're not feeling the same, but I can't help smiling when I think about how awesome, although somewhat uncertain, my life is right now. Thirty page paper due? Possible first C ever in Ethics? Pssh. Who cares. (Actually I don't mean that. I'll absolutely die if I make a C). I'm graduating in two weeks, I have awesome friends, the best friend in the whole universe, a wonderful family, and the sweetest boyfriend in the world. Something about being home and spending a weekend with everyone you care about is so rejuvenating. The bonfire and sleepover we had Friday was much needed, and long overdue. It has been way too long since we crammed three girls into one bed to snuggle and gossip all night. And everyone knows my favorite place in the world is Ethridge (particularly Caroline's Nana's and Ethel Young's). I don't think anything could rain on my little parade right now.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
e e cummings is by far my favorite poet. if you've never sat down and read a book of his poems cover to cover then your missing out. i don't care if you're not an avid poetry reader, doesn't matter. his words are comparable to a current that pulls you in and swirls you around and out further and further until you're completely lost in the poem (in a good way). some of his poetry can be difficult to read and understand the first time, but once you become acquired to his style then i promise that you'll get sucked in, too. i couldn't choose just one, so these are my two favorite poems. although some of his poetry can be pretty provocative (but undeniably true) i think these poems are some of the most romantic works i have ever read. they're simple, yet beautiful. the language may be a bit flowery and it seems to be dripping with admiration, but sometimes i think we're all a bit sappy deep down. and, besides, who doesn't love a little romance in their lives? i know i do.
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
since feeling is first
since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approves,and kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry–the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids’ flutter which sayswe are for eachother: thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life’s not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
What in the world would it be like to live during three different centuries? Walter Breuning, the world's oldest man until he passed away today, lived from 1897 till 2011. Most people who know me know that I have a soft spot for old people. Old people and stories. I could listen to people's stories about "the olden days" for hours. My great-aunt Ethel Young is my favorite story teller in the world. I sincerely hope that when I'm old a.) I can remember lots of good stories and b.) people will come visit me and just sit and listen to my wisdom (because I'm going to have lots of it) and funny anecdotes. When reading this article I also learned that there is one person older than Walter, and her name is Besse and she was born 26 days before him. It is now my life goal to find and interview her. Some of the most interesting things in Walter's interview were not only his tips for living a long life, but also all of the things he had seen throughout his life time and how he felt about it.
Some of my favorite tidbits:
- Embrace change, even when the change slaps you in the face. ("Every change is good.")
- Eat two meals a day ("That's all you need.")
- Work as long as you can ("That money's going to come in handy.")
- Help others ("The more you do for others, the better shape you're in.")
- Then there's the hardest part. It's a lesson Breuning said he learned from his grandfather: Accept death.
"We're going to die. Some people are scared of dying. Never be afraid to die. Because you're born to die," he said.
About George W. Bush: "He got us into war. We can't get out of war now," he said. "I voted for him. But that's about all. His father was a pretty good president, not too bad. The kid had too much power. He got himself wrapped up and that's it."
Times are a changin': "I think every change that we've ever made, ever since I was a child – 100 years – every change has been good for the people," Breuning said. "My God, we used to have to write with pen and ink, you know, (for) everything. When the machines came, it just made life so much easier."How precious is this? Breuning would spent his days in an armchair outside the Bundtrock's office in a dark suit and tie, sitting near a framed Guinness certificate proclaiming him the world's oldest man.
On war: "War never cured anything. Look at the North and South right today. They're still fighting over the damn war. They'll never get over that," he said.
On life: "Everybody says your mind is the most important thing about your body. Your mind and your body. You keep both busy, and by God you'll be here a long time," he said.
On dieting: "How many people in this country say that they can't take the weight off?" he said. "I tell these people, I says, 'Get on a diet and stay on it. You'll find that you're in much better shape, feel good.'"Walter, you lived a really long time. Longer than I think I want to live. But I wish I had gotten to sit with you by your Guinness certificate and hear all of your stories.