It’s hard to believe that it’s already Saturday morning… Being the procrastinators we are, we waited until Monday to really get down to packing and managed to get just about everything we own either into boxes or on the curb by evening. Even though we downsized like crazy for this move, we still ended up loading my dad’s hauling trailer, his truck, and both of our cars to the gills with little room to spare. We spent the night at my parent’s house Tuesday and left The Bee with her grandma when we got up at 5:30 a.m. to try to get here before 9:30 or 10:00 and unload everything… Just thinking about this past week makes me tired. It was an exhausting move.
But we’re here! That’s what matters. Even though we both miss The Bee (we’re leaving in a few hours to go pick her up) it was one hell of a lot easier to get things unpacked and arranged the way we want them without her here. I would much rather that she comes home to a new house that’s already baby-proofed and organized. It is, however, going to be a very long 3.5 hours back to our house. Not only are we bringing back The Bee (who no longer goes into endless-sleep-mode during long car trips) but we are bringing the cat back as well. We have this “travel anxiety” medication for cats who, like Midi, freak out in the car, but her level of total horror completely overrides whatever is supposed to work with this medicine. On the way from Cowtown to my parent’s house (about 2 hours) she meowed the entire time. I’m just not looking forward to this, I must say. Why, in this modern age, hasn’t someone bothered to invent a teleportation device? I would gladly pay whatever price necessary…
I can’t say that I’m missing Cowtown at all. The last two days there were a little difficult as we said goodbye to some of friends and I kept having the feeling that I might be isolated out here. Oddly enough, as soon as we got things unpacked I started feeling much better about that end of things. I know I’ll meet people here—other moms. I found a mom’s group and, just like in Cowtown, I’ll go to parks, arts events, and do other things with The Bee that will put me in contact with my fellow human beings. I’ll just miss the level of trust and knowing I have with some of our Cowtown people. On Monday as we were packing, I called a friend of mine Sara and asked if she could hang out with The Bee while we got things packed since Mary was busy. She ended up taking her to the pool with her daughter Penny and a few other people we know and they had a great time. It’s hard to imagine getting to know anyone around here well enough to allow something like that but I suppose eventually it will happen.
Getting to this house was one of the highlights of the year. We’ve already seen a couple of giant turtles, hummingbirds, many cardinals since they seem to like it around our house, and other local flora and fauna. It’s simply beautiful. There is, however, one big problem that we are working on taking care of. The giant floor-to-ceiling windows that go down in the back of the house and overlook the water were the drawing point about this place. Unfortunately, there is, quite literally, a carpet of thick spiderwebs and the biggest, nastiest, fattest spiders I’ve ever seen living there. They are awful. The first night they were also all over the deck—I mean all over. It was nightmarish. I know I’m trying to be Miss Rural-Living but I never expected this and it gives me a case of the howling fantods like nothing else. We couldn’t even walk out on the deck because the door leading out had a ton of those spiders on top, on the eves, and around the frame and they’re the type that will spider on down and land in your hair.
So the other night we performed a complete spider holocaust. We went and bought several cans of wasp and hornet killer (we have those lovelies to, did I mention that?) which is the kind that foams. They had spider killer but this stuff for the bees actually says on the back that it kills scorpions too. Kills scorpions. That’s the stuff… So we waited until nighttime when they started to crawl out of their little homes in the eves and around the windows and bombed them. Got it all around the windows, the deck, the door, the kitchen window…everywhere. Then we got out the house and high-power sprayed it all down. They were falling off the house, one after another, some of them still moving and spinning desperate little webs in their final hours and all I could think was that this stuff has the capacity to kill scorpions for god’s sake and these things are still clinging to dear life. God…
So yeah, I love nature, but I guess just on my terms. Ry and I did extensive research on black widows, brown recluse, hobo, and other poisonous spiders found in Indiana and we’ve come to the conclusion that despite the fact that these are grisly spiders (their bodies are the size of my thumbnail, if not bigger on some of them…that’s not including the legs) they are not dangerous. They’re just freakish. Very freakish.
I really need to toughen up.
I went around yesterday with poison ivy killer and went to town. All around the big yard, the trees, the firepit, the deck and front porch the stuff is growing. I am very allergic and I imagine The Bee will be too. She’s going to be walking soon and I want to be able to enjoy this yard without fear that she’s going to get into it. This ivy killer can take up to 4 weeks to work all the way so it’s best I get it done pronto. I think I saw some poison oak as well so that got zapped as well. These are all things I didn’t think about until we actually got here and started looking around. We’ve taken a lot of criticism about where we’re living because it’s not some safe residential street and there are dangers around. I will admit some things are dangerous here. The river, the poison ivy, places to fall and get bumps and bruises, but we will watch that little girl like hawks. Sometimes I worry that this was selfish of us to move out to such an area but then again, is it any less safe than a busy street or a house with a pool? Okay, maybe it is. The point is, we’re on top of things and we think giving The Bee the opportunity to grow up in a place where she has room to run around and explore the natural world is important. Very important. Living on a quiet suburban street would bore us anyway and I’m done with cities for a while anyway. I can think out here. I can breathe. I am sitting on the porch writing more than a page because I have room to do so. I am even wearing a bathing suit while just sitting outdoors—something I wouldn’t do in Cowtown for sure. I feel good here. And that is important. For all of us. I know already that I will be able to write here. I was having awful block and it was depressing me but now I’m good again.
There are only four people that will ever drive by our house, one of whom just did. Our neighbor to the far end of us is an artist and has an amazing property with a wild garden of peppers, varied tomatoes, and tons of strange flowers. I watched him from our dock as he fished in the river, drinking a beer with his three dogs running around in the water. He seems nice and it makes me feel good knowing we have other creative people in the vicinity.
Ry and I checked out the mall yesterday because we needed to get out for a bit and were overwhelmed by the Nascar and heavy-duty Christian vibe. Even at the mall you see this stuff. The Purdue campus side is on the other side of the river and this is certainly the working-class side. I couldn’t help noticing that as we went a few places in town it seemed like there were a ton of young (very young—like maybe 20) mothers with 3 or more children. There was a lot of that… Anyway, I’ve been going on too long even though there are many more things I could talk about. I need to go take a shower (in well water—again, something I need to toughen up about) so we can go pick up our baby. I miss The Bee so much.