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| Izzy |
I just got home from four weeks in North Carolina and am still in adjustment mode. "How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all???" (Firesign Theater, if you're old enough to remember them.)
This time of year, there are fairs and festivals on the Piedmont Plateau every weekend. Succulent (just writing the word makes my mouth water) apple dumplings at the Bethabara AppleFest, corn dogs at the Dixie Classic Fair, pig races at both - PIG RACES - can you believe it? Racing around a little track for Cheez Doodles and Oreos in the Fall - served up as barbeque in the Spring. A fleeting season of glory. What more can anyone hope for? And wonderful music everywhere. I'm such a sucker for Appalachian fiddlers. Two notes into "Shady Grove" and my eyes are brimming with tears.
During the time I was gone though, I did not make one single solitary thing. Not an earring. I crawled around on the floor after an eight month old speed demon. I crocheted her a serape in the softest, silkiest purple yarn. I did some tie-dying with my two older grandchildren and I bought some lovely old keys at a country flea market that will be appearing in some future creations. I was not what I would consider to be productive, but there were times when I succeeded in being fully present in the moment and for me, that alone was quite an achievement.
