It's been three weeks since we moved from Big Suburb (pop. 250,000) to our Small Town (pop 2,500). (Can you divide everything by 1,000?)
The first week we made daily trips to the Big Suburb (30 miles each way). The second week, it was about every other day. This week, we will go about three times, and only then because Libby-10 is still playing softball down there. So I guess that means we are getting settled in.
Every day we are learning a bit more about "country" life. Here are some things I've observed:
1. There is town history here: When I tell people where we live (a house built in 1962), people say, "Oh, yeah - the old Jones' place." (Not their real name). The Joneses were apparently a founding family here. As long as there's no one buried under the house, that makes me feel so special.
2. There is questionable history here. When I told a contractor where we lived, he said, "Oh, that house. I used to date a girl that lived there. It was a real party house." Alrighty then.
3. Everyone knows we're here. When I met a grandmother at softball camp last week and told her where we lived, she said, "Oh, I was told you lived out off of the Farm Road." Okay, and what else were you told? And by whom?
4. When I look out the front door, I see this (that is seven-foot-high CORN, for you city people): (Out the side door, you'll see they just harvested the wheat).
5. Our neighbors may or may not have chickens.
6. Our neighbors may or may not have all their teeth.
7. Our neighbor owns a tractor.
8. Our neighbors may or may not have command of the King's English. After all, we ARE in Texas, so a bit of mangling the language is expected.
My FAVORITE line, from a good-ol'-boy who was going to help haul construction trash: "Just call me and let me know what time you need me there. After 1:00 I can come at your DISCREPANCY."
9. "Traffic" is defined as two or three cars lined up at one of the two stoplights.
10. At THE grocery store, the running joke is that one can buy diapers and cigarettes on the same aisle. At the very minimum, one could never lose a child in it.
11. I love how small it is. When the girls went to softball camp, I was subconsciously expecting the 200 girls usually attending the camps in Big Suburb. There were 15.
This weekend we visited a church in town. There were maybe ten families (I think we met them all), the message was direct and biblical, and it was very nice. We will be back.
I'm feeling the pressure subsiding - our contractor is on vacation this week, so just taking a break from having work done (and having to be up, showered and ready for workers) is huge. When he comes back, the only thing left will be to repair old termite damage in my closet. Messy, but it should be only a couple of days. Then I can FINALLY unpack my closet...
The kids have gotten some "firsts" out of the way - sports camps and church were a good start. They are requiring a little more hand-holding (my bigger kids especially, surprisingly) than I expected, but it warms my heart when we pull up into the driveway and they say, "We're home!"
I've gotten a few more boxes unloaded, although I find myself hesitating to unpack the china, the million picture frames, and the 30 huge ones labeled "Library." I know we originally bought this house with the possibility of "flipping" it in a couple of years, but it is very hard to fathom moving again. Anyway, will 30 boxes really make it any easier next time?
And (I couldn't help myself) this weekend I put in the first leg of my $50 landscape. Pictures forthcoming.