It’s impossible! It can’t have been a full year since last Christmas. I mean, I would have noticed 365 days slipping by, right?
Still, the atomic clock embedded in my computer doesn’t lie!
I guess it’s understandable, though. We started out the year with 16 days of power outage during the worst ice storm in the past however many years you wanna put in there… some say it was ever, some say since 1982, and others say that the ‘82 storm was worse. I wasn’t here for any but the last one. It was the worst one I had ever seen.
We followed that up with one of the wettest years on record. Rains and sprinkles and drizzles and torrents, and then, just to round things out a bit, it would rain.
In spite of the rain – or maybe because of it – the Ozark Folk Center seemed slower than last year. Somehow, that didn’t stop the number from growing. Busy busy busy.
Folk School, the season opener, and then special events out the ears… open houses once a month, extended season, one on one classes in woodturning and broom making. Whew…
Things really started to change ’bout mid-season, though. At that point in time Jeanette and I were driving 27 miles to town in the morning – those are Ozark miles and 27 of ‘em equals an hour long commute. After work, we’d try to visit folks or attend concerts or shop and then make the hour long 27 mile trip home – often not arriving until 8 p.m. It didn’t help that we appeared to be living on the Road that the County Forgot. For 3.5 miles each way we were jounced and rocked and bounced and shocked and forced to slow down to 5 mph. We’d arrive home stiff, sore, tired and it’d be dark already.
The change? We started looking at properties closer to town – or at least on a smoother stretch of road.
Long story short, after looking at about a dozen properties we were called back to the first one we had looked at… A wee bit of money changin’ hands and a few signatures on dotted lines and here we are at Havencroft (Jeanette really like naming her farms – can’t say that I mind).
Now, instead of an hour long ordeal, we’ve a 10 minute jot.
Of course, moving is just so fun! We’ve been trying to save some of the fun for everyone else, but it’s been hard sharing that. We’re about 85% (I think it’s more, Jeanette thinks it’s less, so I compromise).
Of course, while we were doing this, it was raining, we were working, we were prepping and working the Off the Beaten Path Studio Tour, we were sitting in on meetings of the Mountain View Area Artisans Council, the Arkansas Craft Guild, the Arkansas Craft School, building websites, hauling hay, doing chores… y’know, what we always do.
So, we’re now snuggled into the new home for Christmas and almost out of the old one (by New Years)… and with all that’s gone on, it’s easy to see where a year could slip away.
However, next year I’m gonna… well, maybe… naw, forget it… next year will likely be just as crazy!
Til then…
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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