When Living Far Out isn’t Far Enough
You know where you have one of those weeks, I mean really one of those weeks. Not the ones where your television quits working, you or one of the dogs knocks over a priceless family heirloom and it smashes on the floor, or you walk into the only organic grocer in town and they’re out of just about everything.
I’m talking about a week where internal and external events forever change your life, relationships and how you view the world.
It’s been one of those weeks at Campbell Town.
It began last Saturday when my mother in law passed away. It wasn’t unexpected, but that never makes the loss seem any easier. The family dynamic was complicated, as are many mother/son/daughter-in-law relationships, but I’m grateful the last words we both exchanged with her were “I love you.”
My husband’s world is forever changed, as it is when we lose a parent.
On Monday, the horrible tragedy in Boston reminded us that no matter how far we move into the country, we’re all still affected by hate and senseless cowardice acts that cannot be reasoned or explained by the sane mind.
On Tuesday, our Abbi was hit by a neighbor who was driving down our road.
When my mom and aunt purchased this land nearly 30 years ago, it was so isolated and undeveloped that the real estate agent tried to talk them out of buying it.
When we started coming down with my aunt and her husband in 1996 to help them start what would be their guest cabin, there were no telephone or electric lines and not a person or house for miles.
Ten years ago, when we built our house, this road remained about the same. It had remained that way up to that point for 20 years and we had no reason to expect it would develop as it did.
When the land beyond our 40 acres that are owned by my family began to be sold off in lake lots, we still didn’t have an idea of the traffic that would bring here.
Six years ago, when we moved here, I could walk the dogs down the road for two miles each day and not see one person or vehicle. At the time, Dale was still up in the city and after a month, I began wondering if I could take such isolation on a permanent basis, it was so overwhelming.
Little did I know that those lots that were sold shortly after we built Our Little House would soon spring homes, and those homes have also brought the traffic and people. On the day Abbi was hit by that neighbor, I counted no less than a dozen cars that went by our house in one day. Of course, no speed limit signs on a country road also mean to some people there is actually no limit.
Abbi should recover. She had major internal damage and underwent a 3 ½ hour surgery. As of this writing, I’m waiting for Dale to bring her home from the animal hospital.
We still don’t know how we will keep Abbi or our other dogs safe and contained at this point. The only thing I do know is that the world at large and our little world here is not the place it once was.
The only thing for us to do, for anyone to do when our world changes is to learn to deal with what we have and not allow those changes from keeping any of us from Living Large.
How do you deal with major life changing events?