There is Nothing Like a Trip . . .
Published August 27, 2011 | 
by Mary Frances
Rushville, IN – It’s funny how time away can give you a different perspective on time spent at home, or on home itself.
It has been three years since we bought Foolish Mansion, and in that time we have gotten a lot of work done. Unfortunately, we still have a ton of work left.
Once we recovered from the bike trip, I decided that we need to finish Foolish Mansion sometime in the foreseeable future. I sat down and made a financial plan and a project plan for doing this. Now we have every weekend scheduled, both the work weekends and the fun weekends. There is room for serendipity, but not a whole lot.
The weekend before last was a house work weekend (week actually, as school had not yet started) . Joseph and the kids scraped, primed and painted the downstairs hallway, the lower stair cases, the south living room and the living room ceilings. Chris and Patrick tiled the bathroom tub wall.
Joseph was so determined that the painting be completed by last Sunday morning, that he and Patrick painted until 7 am. Joseph worked 19 hours straight. This was his summer legacy to the family.
When Chris and I got up at 7:30, the walls on the staircases were still wet.
When we had gone to bed, the kids were still working on the trim. They had not even started the color on the walls. When we got up, it looked like a different house. The living room is grey-blue with white trim. The stairs and hallway are green with white trim.
It took the girls two days to scrub up the paint splotches, clean the floors and get the rugs and furniture back into place.
Joseph was done. He packed and I drove him back to Purdue last Tuesday. He slept the entire way there. Patrick, as usual, showed no visible signs of fatigue.
On other fronts…
I managed to ride my bike to Indianapolis twice in the last two weeks. I rode with Jenny and Patrick to the cousin’s house one week. I rode to Chris’ work another week. It feels great to ride, but I strongly miss our bike trip. So many things remind me of the great time we had.
I am much faster now, with no luggage to carry, full tires and no dragging brakes. Jennifer and Patrick cannot keep up with me. I find this shocking. I was the caboose for so much of our trip. Now I am out in front, nagging them to hurry up. In all fairness, Jennifer had low tires and dragging brakes on the day of our ride. She will leave me in the dust once they are fixed.
Mary Elizabeth rode to Shelbyville and back with me one day. It was a scorcher.
Meanwhile, back at home….
Last week we attended a meeting for parents of cross country runners. Mary Elizabeth is in cross country. We learned vital information at the meeting, such as…. our children cannot run on empty stomachs so we must be sure to feed them. They need to get a good night’s sleep. They need to attend practice.
I asked Mary Elizabeth, “Is the basic assumption is that all parents are idiots?”
She said, “Pretty much.”
I learned that I will be working at the concession stand to help the team earn money, and I will be bringing snacks and drinks for the team a couple of times over the season.
My plan is to over salt the popcorn at the concession stand and to bring some horrible whole wheat snack with grated carrots, chopped prunes and no sugar. They will never ask me to do anything ever again.
In the meantime Mary Elizabeth can run to glory on all the home-cooked meals she, Jenny and Patrick prepare.
And then there was fun…..sort of.
This past weekend we drove down to visit Robert (26) in Evansville, for a weekend of family fun. Unfortunately, the car keys were (we think) pick pocketed at the mall Saturday evening. In addition, I discovered on Friday evening that I had left the hose to my CPAP machine at home. This meant that I had a hard time breathing and sleeping at the same time.
Robert took us to meet his friends on Saturday morning, which I managed to stay awake for. No offense to the friends.
Patrick with the Fire hose
On Saturday afternoon we all went to visit the fire house where Robert is a volunteer firefighter. Patrick and Mary Elizabeth got to shoot the hose (not the real one, the one used for cleaning out the bay floor), climb up on the trucks and try on the fire gear. Mary E only tried on the oxygen tanks and hat but Patrick tried on everything.
After piling about 80 lbs of gear onto Patrick, all of which was way too big, Robert told Patrick to run up the stairs. He had a fire ax in his hands and he was wearing oxygen tanks, mask, helmet, boots, gloves , overalls and jacket. Patrick staggered up the stairs yelling “Here I come!” while Chris stood at the top of the stairs taking pictures. We were all doubled over laughing.
By Sunday I had a sore throat and was so exhausted that I missed Mass and spent the rest of the day lying around like a slug. Chris had put in 16 hours of overtime the week before and was not much better off than I was. He had more work to do on his computer on Sunday afternoon. We were not very good company. Fortunately, this did not stop Robert.
Mary at the Fire House
While Chris worked and I laid around, Robert took the kids to New Harmony where Patrick, apparently, came to the realization that he cannot live without a dulcimer. The kids went down to the Wabash River to hang out.
Finally, John arrived with the extra key to the minivan and we took off.
Fireman Pat
Mary Elizabeth did much of the driving to and from Evansville and only came close to giving Chris a heart attack once. She is required to have 50 hours of driving instruction; 10 hours more than are required to get a pilot’s license. I can’t decide if this ridiculous law is designed to encourage all parents to instruct their children in how to lie to authorities or to keep the children of honest parents off the road until they turn 21. Mary Elizabeth is still working on her hours and she is almost 18. She has had her permit for two years.
What’s up next…
This coming weekend Chris is supposed to finish the bathroom tile and Jennifer is supposed to start work on the bathroom drywall. Mary Elizabeth is supposed to paint a door at a rental property. Unfortunately, the same rental property has a broken dishwasher and a leaking frig, all of which were reported this past week. Chris is going to have his hands full this evening.
In case anyone is wondering what I do on weekends, don’t. Saturday is the only day I have the car so that is the day I do all the shopping. If getting a second car would mean that I had to drywall or something like that, I would stick with the one car. I know a good thing when I see one.
My mother is scheduled to get into town tonight. My brother and I will be sharing her for a couple of weeks. She has a high tolerance for construction and, fortunately, is very flexible. The kids think she is crazy and thus “very cool”. I think she is either crazy, very brave, or has a very short memory. The last time she was here, I took her on a trip with me to the city dump to unload construction debris (no, I did not make her help me unload).
She will either have a good time or go home at the end of her visit thanking the good Lord that her trip is over. I am betting on the latter.
There is nothing like a trip to put your home life in perspective.
The Hanging Whale
Published August 1, 2011 | by Mary Frances
Rushville, IN – We returned from our trip with great satisfaction….happy to be home and happy to have made the trip. I just read today in Parade that the greatest joy derived from a trip occurs two months prior to taking it. The anticipation is the best part. Alternatively, according to this article, returning home leaves you no happier than when you left.
I have to say that our experience of the bicycle trip was the opposite of that predicted in the article. Two months before leaving on the trip I was a nervous wreck. Each week, as it got closer, I was filled with more and more doubts.
Going to Mexico was a cultural adventure, and I had my moments of fear in preparing for it. But nothing is quite like the fear of trying to go on a physically demanding adventure while in the back of your mind a tape is playing over and over, “Am I too old? Did I wait too long? Is it too late for me to have an adventure?”
For once in my life, I was planning on trying to do something I wasn’t sure I could do. My pre-trip fears peaked on the day we left. I inadvertently stuck my speedometer in my pannier and thought that I had left it at home. I freaked out when I discovered this at the drop off point. I was so crabby that it is a wonder that anyone was willing to ride with me.
As we rode off, I continued to be nervous. Then, as we passed into Ohio after only a very short distance, I thought, “I’ve already made it into another state! I can do this!”
It was ridiculous really. We had only gone a few miles, but a state line was a state line.
Later, I would have other crises of self-confidence, and I would be tempted to go back. But nothing ever created as much trepidation as my initial departure.
Now that we are home, I think all of us have a bit more self confidence. And we all have more confidence in each other. For four weeks we were “home” only in the sense that we were together. We had food, a place to sleep, someone to fix a breakdown and security, only in so far as we had each other.
When it rained we sat in the “girl’s tent” and talked, played cards and said night prayers. At dinner we sat at the picnic table and told jokes and tales of the day as we do at home. I think that was probably when we missed Chris the most.
Now that we are back, and school is starting soon, I can’t believe how much I miss my children even though they are still here. The closeness of the trip was like a pause in our normal harum scarum life in which we all have our own pursuits and we all leap from project to project, challenge to challenge, or crisis to crisis.
When we got back, Chris was still out of work. Blessedly, he got a job two weeks later and as of today, August 1, he will have been working for a week. He is working closer to home and he is happy at his new job. He is even happier to have it.
I spent the week after we returned scrambling to finish my two distance learning classes and then promptly registered for the fall semester, which begins on August 22.
Jennifer made it back in time for band camp and a heat wave that left the band members wilting on the field the entire week of camp. She had her end of camp performance this past Friday and it was wonderful. The kids had only had a week to practice, so the music was a bit wonky, but I was so proud. They wore their wool blend uniforms in the heat while they performed, trying so earnestly not to make any mistakes. They wore their uniforms in the heat as the band director thanked everyone who had helped in any way with the camp. Gratitude is effusive in small town events.
The kids finally marched off the field of dry, brown grass, proudly lifting their feet as they passed their parents and grandparents, siblings and teachers. Jenny was the cutest of all.
After it was over, Jennifer and I rode our bikes to the store to pick up some groceries and then we rode home. Band camp was over until next year.
The kids spent much of the last two week scrubbing walls. They are doing “spring cleaning” in August, in the mornings and evenings, and resting during the heat of the day. Joseph spends almost every evening after dinner visiting his friends. On Saturday Mary Elizabeth had a booth of needle felted products and art at the Farmer’s Market here in Rushville. She sold a fairy. The day was a scorcher and attendance was poor. She hopes to do better next week, and is spending a lot of time on her art work.
This week is more work, as well as a couple of overnights with friends. Patrick weeded the yard this morning and then left to spend the night with his best friend. Joseph leaves tomorrow to do the same thing.
I am hoping to get in some family kayaking before school starts.
I have been riding about a hundred miles a week since our return. I rode 55 miles one day with Mary Elizabeth. We went to a bike shop where I got, once again, the distinct impression that overweight, past middle age housewives are not really their thing when it comes to customer service. I went to Indy Cycle on Saturday with Chris, however, and got perfect service. I also found my dream bike. I am not sure how or when I will be able to afford it but as Raould Dahl wrote, “secret plans and clever tricks” are always an option. ( see The Enormous Crocodile). The crocodile was referring to eating children. All I want is a new bike.
My bike is much the worse for wear after the trip. It was second hand to begin with and now needs to be replaced. I am hoping to ride at least part of my commute to Ball State after classes start and I need a real road bike for this.
Chris and I took our first sailing lesson on Saturday. We have given ourselves five years before we hope to move to a sailboat, assuming we enjoy the rental cruising experience we are planning to take summer after next. If we don’t like it, we can always prepare for another dream, based on the improvements in our finances and our fitness levels that we are trying to achieve.
In the meantime, we are contemplating our next adventure, a small one. We hope to go to Annapolis for the US Sailboat Show in October. If we can swing it, we can take the kids to the Smithsonian. I wonder if the giant stuffed whale is still hanging in the ceiling as it was when I was a kid? Forget all the informative plaques and modern, interactive museum exhibits they have nowadays. I want to see the hanging whale.
Today is my day to finally write thank you notes to all the wonderful warm showers people who helped make our trip possible. I can’t thank them enough!