Toady was my last day living as a mountain cabin woman. I pretty much luxuriated in the house all day as I watched the sky dump a foot of snow on the grounds around me.
I spent over an hour ironing sheets, shirts and pillowcases. I found a pleated little Victorian number belonging to one of the boys and accepted the challenge of pressing it to perfection. It took about 45 minutes. Seriously.
I moved onto the reading nook and immersed myself in “Living with Joy”, a sort of self-help book from the mid eighties. I kind of have to groan and roll my eyes to get past the over-the-top hippie parts, but it’s really helping me to keep a level head during this transient time in my life. I will need to have a good sense of my self established for when I explode on the scene and turn the taxidermy world on its head.
In the afternoon I walked to the CVS about a mile and a half down the road and into “town”, then caught up on phone conversations with people and tidied up the house for my impending departure.
Later I discovered the DVD box set for a little show called “Friday Night Lights”. Oh. My. God. How I have never seen this show ids beyond me; perhaps I wasn’t ready for it until now. I blew through the first five episodes, sobbing the entire time. The character development is remarkable, the score is tight, it’s got power struggles, drama, hot people, and football plus all the pageantry that goes along with it like marching bands and cheerleaders.. What else is there?
I think I have a crush on every single character in this show.