When I start to get overwhelmed my immediate reaction is the need to relocate somewhere to the middle of nowhere and simplify. Live off the land!
And then really smart people remind me that it isn't all fun and games to live off the land. I don't know...I bet it still beats a 6 hour roundtrip commute, don't you?
We spent most of last week and all of last weekend packing up the summer place in preparation for the community's shut down this past Tuesday. We had to empty the cabinets and fridge of food in preparation for winterizing and to make it unappealing for any unwanted guests that might sneak in looking for warmth between now and April. We had to rifle through drawers for this that and the other that we couldn't bear to be without in the next 6 months, and convince the child that yes she really should pack up those toys because really for real we cannot go back until April.
And so Monday we took a last walk around our little summer haven.
And lined up the golf cart with the others, ready for pick up and storage...
And were the last lights in our little neighborhood to dim.
And true to our normal storybook endings, my fully packed car, complete with one kid and one dog, would not start. And so we got to enjoy an extra hour while we waited for AAA to arrive and determine it was not the battery and inform us that the only way home was on a tow truck.
But we'll ignore that, and the fact that the kitchen of our house is serving as the temporary storage unit of everything we brought home, and look back on what a good summer it was and count the days until we are walking through our little summer village where you can't pass a person without a nod and a wave.
Maybe Pleasantville really does exist.
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