I woke up to a lovely sunny Saturday morning. Miss Kitty Like Gunsmoke was curled up on the bedspread next to me. While she was stretching and rousing herself I slid out of bed and stood up to meet another day. The book that I was reading last night called to me as I headed to the kitchen. I picked it up and after I took my morning 2000 IU of Vitamin D I sat in the rocker to pick up the next chapter. The book is a novel in a series about an Amish family during the time of the wave of change that occurred in the Old Order Church during the earlier part of the century. The families that are chronicled in the book have made their journey from the Old Order Church to the New Order and Beachy Amish churches. This may not seem like your average reading project but I have been drawn to the simplicity of the Amish for years. I have several dear friends who are both Old Order, Beachy, and Mennonite. They are special friends that I have remained close with for over 20 plus years.
Anyway, while I gently tiptoed through the pages with Nellie Mae, Caleb, and Christian, the sun slowly came up over the trees sending its rays across the living room floor. Although I like to watch the morning news, I had not turned the TV on so I could savor the quiet of the early morning. This is the real reason that I love being here near Silver Lake. Just the whole experience of living away from town makes each day special to me. The only reminder that I am not far from the world is the usual truck traffic that passes my little yellow house on the way to the salt company in the next town. In time I hope to plant evergreen trees to buffer the road noise but for now, with the economic situation, I see the trucks as evidence that people are still working at their jobs here in small town America.
With a sigh I put the book away for this evening, I hope to finish it soon though. It is a new edition and there are people behind me on the waiting list to read it. I hate to finish it too quickly as I love the story line! The characters are finding their way through the reality of being saved by the blood of...but wait. I don't like to discuss religion or politics as that is not considered polite where I come from. Forgive me. Let me just add that I do enjoy the characters and their journey is somewhat inspirational to me.
Although it is only 9:44 a.m., I have already been to visit a friend (the carpenter) to see if his son is getting out of the hospital today. (This man is such a wonderful father!) I needed to know how many sheets of plywood he would need for the latest project. With the update on little Michael and the info on the plywood, I headed to the market to check over the morning's marked downs and specials. With that done and the goodies loaded into the little rez truck I came to the library to check on my e-mail messages and the latest news. If I wait too long all the specials will be picked over and the frugal fraa here won't have done her best to stretch the dollars and pinch the pennies.
Well, I better get on my way, I have to pick up five sheets of plywood so that the carpenter can finish the bathroom side of the back room. Wait, I need those nails...spiral nails...I think they are called. But enough out of me here at the little yellow house...hope that you are doing well wherever you are.
Sign me, Picking up plywood in small town America, M
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