Trip 2 – Day 52
Friday, March 1, 2013
We left Marion’s house at 7:45 this morning. This fete included showers, toast, and latte’s. For me, this is nothing short of a miracle.
We headed north on I-5, through the Lake Shasta area and the Siskiyous.
This is a beautiful stretch of highway, especially when it’s not icy, or snowing, or foggy, etc. It was a gorgeous, clear day with bare pavement. This always makes the driver and passengers happy.
We did have a little fog dropping down into Ashland, but again, the road was clear, so all was well.
We have a “routine” for I-5 travel and one of those things is a meal at “Shari’s” in Central Point with Craig’s sister and family. We stopped, we ate, and we did what we do best: we visited. We are a chatty bunch, and not seeing each other very often, makes us just that more desperate to catch up on the news. We met the new baby, Millie, who slept through the entire meal and talkfest. She is a little doll, who looks like her mama, grandma, great-grandma, and from old photos I have seen, her great-great grandma. That’s a lot of generations of strong women. She has big shoes to fill, and all the support she will need to do it. Our love to you little Millie. We also got to see our nephews, Rylan and Mason and catch up on their lives. Good kids, good family, and my quiet Dad had a great time talking with Frank (my brother-in-law) who is also a pretty quiet guy.
The drive home was, for us, surprisingly uneventful.
I called to start up the newspapers, and Dad and I had a lot of discussion about what we had done with our house keys. We remember around the time we were leaving on the trip, talking about something of importance that we wouldn’t need for awhile. We decided to put said thing(s) in a certain spot. Unfortunately, we don’t remember what that object(s) was/were or where they might be. This seems to be one of these things happen all the time to us. I’m guessing this might have been our house key ensemble. I was able to locate a house key in my purse, and Craig had one on his key-chain, so we were able to get into the house. We had a little more difficulty getting through the gate. We have quite a system of keys and gates, etc. After some struggling, hiking up and down the road and around the property, we did get in, Craig parked the Hag, and I parked the Jeep.
The second thing I came to realize (the first being the gate issue) is that NONE of the lights were working in the ENTIRE house. This is not a good thing to come home to a mere two hours before sunset, after a 52-day outing. The electrical set-up is a sacred being in this house. Many years ago, 53 to be exact, Dad wired the house. His brother-in-law, (Uncle Hank) was an electrical engineer who worked for General Electric in Indiana. At my Uncle’s suggestion, and requisition of the needed parts, Dad put in, what was at that time, a state-of-the-art lighting system. It involves relays, a transformer, and a rectifier. All is good, until things go wrong. Then, it is an ordeal involving MUCH swearing and crawling around in the attic while dealing with a LOT of insulation. We are prepared for these types of emergencies. We have a generous supply of spare parts. I’m just not sure that the part we need is one that is in the stash.
We are an ingenious bunch here at the farm. Mostly, this occurs out of necessity and often as a self-preservation strategy. Last Christmas, Craig got a package of three headlamps; a Costco seasonal special. We loose power here from time to time, and this seemed like a good idea. Folks, it was a GREAT idea. We each strapped one on, and proceeded to do what needed to be done…….like unloading the Hag, doing loads and loads of laundry, fix dinner, sort through a truck load of mail, and, last but not least: fool with the furnace that didn’t seem to be coming up to temp with any speed. 99 problems; they live with us like a dark cloud.
Through all this, it is good to be home. Wiley ran, and ran, and ran. A neighbor, who was out for a walk, welcomed us back. The grass is green and not too high, the fruit trees haven’t broken bud, my worm farm seemed to have survived, and Mom’s African Violet is beginning to bloom. We’ll work through the problems, and remember the adventure we had. For us: Life. Is. Good. There truly is no place like home.
Today’s Weather: Sunny, some fog, and it hasn’t rained yet!
Daytime temperature: In the 60’s somewhere
Nighttime temperature: In the 40’s