BRRRRRRR!!! Looks like I need more than a short sleeve T-shirt out here.
The last stop was the Four Creeks B & B in the sleepy little suburb of Girard, PA. Shawn and Jeannie (left) are the innkeepers there, having recently come over from England. They were really cool, and their property has lots of room to grow.
Jeannie, it turns out, has done the caregiving stint too. She took care of her husband (injured in a car accident) for 15 years, while managing a family and full-time job. I asked her how she did it, and she shrugged. "At some point, you just go on Autopilot. Things need to get done, and somehow they get done."
In a way, it was the perfect note on which to end my vacation. People survive. They take care of each other, have a drink and some conversation and a lot of laughs. And somehow, one day at a time, they make it through. It's a very, very good thing.
So here's what I'm gonna do. Turn on Autopilot. Put some Memphis Minnie on the stereo. Pour myself a glass of sweet tea. Do what needs to be done. Then let tomorrow worry about itself.
Thank you for riding shotgun, y'all!
2 comments:
Craig, I'm so glad you had this opportunity to feed your spirit. Be kind to yourself on the re-enty as it can be kind of harsh. For me, it usually involves a lot of tears (imagine that!) and reminiscing. You've got it right we survive by just putting one foot in front of the other and doing what needs to be done. Every so often we get to experience the sweetness that life can offer which carries us through.
Welcome home, friend. Thank you for taking us along on your journey.
I have completely enjoyed reading your posts. It was great to get a taste of your wonderful writing other than your Christmas letters! I am going to miss this blog, so I propose that you continue with your blogging! I know that life is starting to happen again, and that it may be harder to set the time aside to post, but some occasional blogging would be welcomed. And think of the therapeutic benefits for you!!! Enough arm twisting...
Thanks for letting us all ride along with you!
Oh, I bought the Rolling Stone issue with your letter. Tabe and Cam thought it was cool, but they didn't get the humor in the 5 copies, even when I tried to sing them the song. Perhaps it was my singing.
love ya!!!
lisa
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