Our water smells like rust, and the taste is like putting a bleeding thumb in your mouth. I’ve heard it’s high in iron, and from years of visiting my Grandma’s cabin in Eastern Washington, I remember the brownish-red stains the water left on the white shower, toilet, and sinks. Eventually, we’ll call DJ’s Pump Service to set up a water softener, though I’m still unsure how that works. I know that the fridge filter, with its tiny pieces of coal, has turned the water from “eh” to “yum.” So maybe coal is the magic ingredient?
Thanks to a four-person landscape crew, the front yard has gained at least four inches of height today. After I had an hour of work call, Dave mentioned that he had brought the workers water and suggested that I do the same. So I did. And then I did it again. And again. Why they didn’t have jugs of water in 90+ degree heat is beyond me. Later, on my drive to the grocery store, I thought about the crew’s lives, their work, and the harsh circumstances they likely face.
The Food Depot grocery store in Fort Valley was filled with people who looked like they’d seen their share of hard times, too. One woman walked in a way that reminded me of a giraffe with braces on its legs—at least that’s the best way I could describe it here.
Either way, my fridge is full, and I’m grateful for the fresh-made salsa and the soon-to-be-cooked Olive Garden copycat recipe.
I’ll be all by my lonesome for four days starting Friday as Dave, Evelyn, and a few family members drive 13 hours to see their 103-year-old great-grandma in Michigan. I can’t even begin to imagine what I’ll do with myself, though the idea of lying in bed watching TV all day crossed my mind. It’s not a terrible plan, but knowing me, I’ll probably end up itching for a Home Goods and Target trip to pick out dinner plates and cooking pans.
All in all, I’m settling in more and more in Roberta. The morning sunrises are something to behold, the pace of life is soothing, and I’m growing more confident that this was our best choice. Our recent conversation was about whether to homeschool Evelyn, and right now, we’re thinking yes. For now, she’s home as the classroom is full with her first on the waitlist.
Looks like it’s my turn for beddy-bye. Night night, and I’ll chat with you tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn.
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