2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 6,500 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 11 years to get that many views.

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Time to Clean!!

I had a post planned for today, but I do not think it is going to happen. All I find myself wanting to do is clean, clean, clean this little piggy. After Christmas I usually feel the need to clean things out, but living in Waldo only makes me want it more. I have to work tonight so I better get busy. But, just for fun, I thought I would share a few pictures from yesterday.

It is raining outside, but I see a little bit of snow mixed in… I am going to have some happy kiddos. 🙂

Christmas Memories

Somehow, Christmas snuck up on me this year. We kept all the regular traditions: we visited Santa, decorated the house and put up the tree, went shopping for gifts, we even drove around to look at Christmas lights. But still, I didn’t feel as prepared as I have other years. I didn’t even get cards out until the last-minute, and even then I didn’t send out nearly as many as I usually do. I suppose it may have had something to do with the hours we have been working, or perhaps the warmer climate failed to trigger the start of the Season, but I didn’t really see it coming. Or expect it to arrive so soon.

The kids were ready, though. They always are. Even when I am three weeks behind schedule and dragging my feet, they are there to pull me through. To remind me what time of the year it is. To share their excitement.

And now, what I thought I had plenty of time for, has not only come, but is almost over.

Christmas. A day for family. A day to watch the eyes of little children light up an entire house. A day of love and togetherness. A day full of laughter.

We spent a wonderful day together and made many new memories. Memories that will last long after the cookies are gone, the tree taken down and the toys forgotten. Memories that will last a lifetime.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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Welcome Winter!

O, wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

When we arrived here in Kentucky, we were warned that it was going to be a bad winter. Apparently it had something to do with the large number of caterpillars. Coming from an area that always has cold and snowy winters, we were sure that we would be able to handle anything Kentucky decided to dish out.

We had no idea what we were in for.

Today is the official first day of winter. The shortest day of the year. It has not snowed yet and I can count on one hand how many times the temperature has dipped below freezing. I have yet to put on anything warmer than a sweatshirt, five-fingers are still my shoes of choice. I am forced to wear capris on a daily basis. My neglected snow boots are collecting dust in the basement while my winter coat hangs untouched in the back of the closet.

This is, by far, the worse winter we have ever had to endure.

And I love it.

And yes, I am aware that I just jinxed it.

Tomorrow will be the worst snow storm in Kentucky’s history…

Happy winter everyone! Longer days are on their way, and my heart is smiling.

PS – I love Kentucky!

Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She
withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and
stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them
for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. ~Hugh Macmillan,
“Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871

An Uncooperative Heart

I know that we must do things from time to time that we don’t necessarily want to do. Sometimes it is out of necessity or obligation. Other times it is simply the right thing to do. The responsible thing. Regardless of how we feel.

Tomorrow, all of the H-shift campers are done. My shift. Come 10pm, they will leave work to gather in the tent for their farewell party. They will take their chocolates and head to their campers, which have already been packed up. Come morning, they will hit the road, off on a new adventure elsewhere.

And I will go to work without them.

I watched for two and a half months as new campers arrived. Every week, new spots would fill up, new faces would join the crowd.

And now I will watch as, one by one, they all leave, their season complete.

In just a few days, they will all be gone. And we will remain. For us and 46 others, the season will continue for another month. This is what we wanted.

This is our income. We have no retirement to rely on like all the retired couples. So staying is a good thing. The responsible thing.

So why is it so hard to watch everyone leave? Why do I have a lump in my throat and tears constantly threatening to fall? I don’t mind staying, but I don’t like being left behind.

Everything happens for a reason. We are staying for a reason. Time flies, and the next month will be no exception. Before I know it, it will be our turn to go, and we will be in an even better position for it. This is a perfect opportunity for us.

It all makes perfect sense. My head totally gets it.

Now if only I could get my heart to cooperate…

Packin’ Up… Or Not

Around camp, people have slowly begun to pack up. The elaborate porches that were so painstakingly set-up are being taken down piece by piece. Rugs are being rolled up, wind chimes taken down, the garden gnomes are being boxed up. Tire covers are being removed along with windshield screens and mirror covers.

Our camp is a little more simple, but still, the time had come to start packing up.

And then we received an e-mail.

An e-mail letting us know that there had been a cancellation due to some last-minute plans. An e-mail letting us know that we were the next on the list. An e-mail inviting us to stay on with Amazon through January.

Of course, we accepted.

Suddenly there was no rush. The bikes and canoe can stay right where they are for a little while longer.

I had to sooth my wandering spirit a little bit, she was awfully excited about hitting the road. But she understands that sometimes we must be responsible and listen to our heads. Staying for another month will shorten the gap between jobs, therefore saving us more money for future adventures. It will allow for us to follow our rule of always making more than we spend.

So for now, we will sit back and relax, while watching the other campers pack up and hit the road. This time next week, I suspect that we will be among only a few campers left.

After Christmas, with the end of Peak, we will go back to four-day work weeks, so we will have time for hikes and road trips, for exploring and weekend adventures. And blogging.

There is still so much to see here in the beautiful state of Kentucky.