The reality of living in the country has not quite set in just yet. I’m still deeply infatuated with the lifestyle, and probably somewhat in denial about what it will be like out here this winter. On Thanksgiving, my dad said something about a generator in case I lose power, and my Grandma mentioned that one winter they did not have water for several weeks. I just nodded and pretended to be really interested in something on tv.
I once lost power for a few days after a wind storm, but in the city it really only amounted to a minor inconvenience, and it actually turned out to be a lot of fun. We went to Target and shopped in semi-dark, bought essentials (a bottle of wine and Oreos) and enjoyed the opportunity to see the stars.
Out here, though, in the middle of winter, losing power might prove to be a little more troublesome. But how can I be worried about such things? It’s still warm enough to be comfortable outside without a jacket. It feels nothing like late November. So, instead of stocking my pantry, buying a practical pair of boots, or trading in my little Hyundai for a big old truck, I’ve spent my late fall on more pressing projects. For instance, I drove to Sheep Street three weekends in a row to spin my first two skeins of yarn. I baked my first pumpkin pie. I watched the entire first season of Happy Endings. I read a couple books. I repaired, primed, and painted two rooms and a closet.
BEFORE - Small dormer room used for storage
AFTER - A bright little office. It's a soft green called "Dancing Leaf."
BEFORE - Walls of the bedroom closet after I stripped the wallpaper
AFTER
BEFORE - Bedroom used for storage
AFTER - TV/yoga/reading room
As far as winter goes, I am completely unprepared. But at least I’ll have a tranquil place to practice my yoga when I get snowed in out here.
