Oh, where to start? I might need to take this computer down to the beach with a cup (not a Dora cup this time, but a Talavera vaso I bought especially for my wine) of good red medicine. That sounds like just the ticket after a shrimp, pasta with faux alfredo (crema agria (sour cream, but it was leftover from Mexican purchases so it gets the spanish name), parmesan, copious amounts of garlic and some olive oil) sauce and broccoli. I’d much rather a Modelo Negro (dark beer) but the red medicine might be just what I need.
Well, that IS much better. The red medicine is lovely (though it is
in the Dora cup; didn’t want to risk breaking the talavera what with
splinters of branches and wood flying from Jesse breaking up firewood)
and the temperature superb, so far either the red medicine is working or
the mozzys continue to present a weak attack.
Michael left last night just about this time. Jamie and I had had
many talks with him, starting in Tepic and I never blogged about it
because Jamie was not comfortable with my doing so. Interestingly,
yesterday he apologised and said it was a ridiculous stance. So
yesterday, before heading to the Tall Grass place I can never remember
the name of, Jamie and I spoke with Michael yet again to find out how he
was going with the “get a job and support yourself” project as we’d
seen no signs of him doing anything. It turned out that he had no idea
what to do, how to begin and had decided that he’d just hang out on land
that he figured we’d eventually purchase to settle down on. Needless
to say, that idea went over like a lead balloon. Jamie and I told him
that time was running out and abandoning him at the side of the road
(how we saw the relationship ending if he continued to do nothing) or
getting him a job were not solutions we were happy with. I can’t
imagine the stress and worry the kids would feel leaving him roadside.
We headed to the preserve and had a lovely time even when Ellen refused
to walk and we never got to take a nature walk to see the “real” prarie.
When we returned, Michael had a plan. His plan, to support himself,
was that we would give him the Westy, $300 in cash and the keys to our
storage unit. He is very lucky I had no implements of destruction when
he presented this “plan”. Fortunately for Michael, Jamie was so
desperate to have Michael leave that he agreed. I talked him down to
$100 and no storage keys and all the kids decided that they would rather
have Michael drive away rather than us leave him here at the lake.
Michael then decided then and there that he’d leave immediately. It was
somewhat shocking and sudden for the kids (we had all anticpated a
month of guiding him into a job and supporting himself) but they
rallied. In what was typical style for Michael, he neither thanked us
for the money and vehicle nor said goodbye.
We were all very very sad and upset and frustrated and worried after
he left, and honestly, even this morning (for Jamie and I) but slowly
we’re coming out of it. We are all happier. Jamie and I are both
amazed (doh!) at how much happier the kids are. Jamie and I feel a
sense of hope and freedom we haven’t felt in forever.
Today we headed to Council Grove and immersed ourselves in Pioneer
history. We talked about the First Nations peoples, the rape of their
land, the hardships of the pioneers, the struggles in new territory and
learned an enormous amount. And had cinnamon rolls and cookies and
found a great grocery store and incredibly beautiful farmhouses and
craftsman sytle homes and, like we normally do, fell in love all over
again. We LOVE Cottonwood Falls. We LOVE Council Grove. We are
bigoted enough to assume that everyone is very conservative but we love
it just the same. We rarely have trouble finding a place to settle
down. Our problem is that we find EVERYWHERE to settle down.
And that’s the news from Lake Chase County Fishing Hole, where the
geese are honking, the kids are screaming to outdo them and all the men