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|Posted on January 3, 2020 at 10:31 PM||comments (2)|
It's hard moving to a new place, a new town, and a new state....especially if you are a teenager.
You see, Cinda and I (Karla) grew up here in South Dakota. As young adults, eager to start our adult lives we looked to the horizon...as far as the eye could see, anywhere but here to live and work.
For twenty years, my work took me places. Places like Wichita, Kansas (the air capital) and area with about 500,000 people; Battle Creek, Michigan (the cereal capital); and Omaha, Nebraska (also about a half million people) for large companies with more and more responsibility as time went on.
I was loving it all along, even though the responsibility weighed on me and added a certain amount of stress to my life. Cinda and I opened our store in June of 2014, it was amazing to see people slow down...sit a spell...and enjoy each other's company. When they asked you how you were doing, they really wanted to know the answer. Wow, weekends at the store was such a change from my daily life. My job wasn't a M-F 9 to 5 job either, the phone was with me wherever I went. If it rang, I had to answer it no matter where I was or what time of day or night it was. But as time goes on we all look to go home again don't we?
But this story isn't about me, its more about my kids. You see when they learned we were moving due to a new job offer they were angry. Heck one of them didn't give me the time of day for over a month...I was ruining their lives!!!! But we moved anyway, and not to another big city but to a small town with just over 1,000 people (talk about your culture shock!!)
Do you know of the girl scout song: make new friends but keep the old??
After we were here about 6 months my younger daughter admitted to me that she was glad we moved because it helped her find out who her REAL friends were. I asked her what she meant. It turns out only a few of her friends had continued to keep in touch. And those that did, went out of their way to stay connected, facetiming continually. Sometimes they even facetimed while doing their homework...which is funny because they didn't talk at all, they both just sat in their respective bedrooms, in their respective states and did whatever homework they had with the radio on in the background....just spending time together quietly, enjoying the presence of the other on the other side of the airwaves.
We've lived here for a year and a half now, and they are still connected. In fact, the New Year was rung in over facetime so that all the old friends can celebrate the new year and Caiolyn's birthday together like every year in the past has been done. And one of Kira's Omaha friends popped up for the weekend just to hang out...as if a three hour car ride was just as simple as the 5 blocks that separated them before were.
They are both settled in and have made new friends here as well. It's funny when they are asked where they are from: many of us only answer with a single location if approached with that question, but my girls have friends and roots in two places now so as if bi-lingual, their answers are two-fold.
Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.
|Posted on November 26, 2016 at 5:28 PM||comments (22)|
We have had a beautiful fall, the weather has been good to us (but not the farmers) and I am not ready for winter. But then again I never am. I do however relish the Christmas Season. There is something magical about Christmas lights and lightly falling snow. The colors in the night sky dancing on the house with the lit up tree in the window makes me feel whimsical every time I see it.
My kids have grown and moved on into their adult lives. Christmas morning is quiet, too quiet. I miss the giggles as the kids wake up much too early to see what Santa has left under the tree. I miss the tearing of wrapping paper and the "OOOHHHH LOOK!" as the presents are released from their secretive coverings. I understand now why Mom wanted us to return home for Christmas every year, because she missed it too. I have always sworn quietly to myself I would never harp on my kids to return home for holiday celebrations and really haven't needed to. But this Thanksgiving one was different as my children weren't able to come home. The day was off, and now that it is passed, I think forward to Christmas. I yearn for the morning giggles. My husband and I will open our gifts Christmas morning with laughter, smiles and gratitude. The whole time, I will be secretly considering finding children to rent to be there with us next year. Just to bring the innocence and giggles back to my Chrismas morning.....
|Posted on August 13, 2014 at 9:08 PM||comments (7)|
My favorite part of late summer/early fall......is not the fact that my kids are heading back to school and that means that they are another year older *sigh*.
No.....it is the fact that sweet corn is available at every farmers market and at street vendors all around town.
I consider myself VERY lucky: I have a family of farmers and gardeners. They range from having only a single rhubarb plant tucked into their landscape someone, to having a simple garden of tomatoes/peppers/green beans, to full out farmers with hundreds of acres of land that they use to help keep America fed.
What does this mean to me? It means that I am preparing to gorge myself with corn on the cob until I am so sick of it that I cannot imagine to eat another bite! And after I can't eat anymore I will blanch and freeze the rest so that I can have fresh corn that tastes like it just came off of the cob no matter how much snow is outside on the ground.
It is very easy to do this for yourself. If you have a pot big enough to boil corn on the cob, you have the ability to have fresh tasting corn all year. Preparation: a pot full of boiling water, and a seperate pot or very large bowl filled with ice water. Boil the corn on the cob for 8 minutes. Quickly take it out of the boiling water and put it into the ice water to stop the cooking process. Cut the corn off of the cob (this is where the whole family gets involved and tries to see who can have the most kernels stay together LOL) and put into freezer bags. Freeze.
When it is time to cook and enjoy I leave the corn in the sealed bag and pop it right into the microwave for a few minutes. Open the steaming hot bag, drop a pat of butter into the bag, salt lightly, serve and enjoy the fresh taste of summer no matter what time of year it is!