So I decided to do something fun and take the boys to a playdate at a friend's and Eva to the library. On the way to the library, my (brand new) tire blew on a very deserted stretch of Highway 530 into Darrington, with no cell coverage. So Eva and I left the car and started walking. Soon, a beat-up pickup truck with a bearded guy and a bulldog stopped, asking if we needed help. As a lone woman with her little girl, I barked at the man telling him we were okay and friends were on the way. He was very persistent and kept asking questions, whilst I got more and more defensive with him. He probably meant no harm and really tried to help, but I don't take any chances.
The next day, while backing out our driveway, my attention was taken up by a light on the control panel of my car, alerting me to low tire pressure (since it was the spare), and the back window was coated with a layer of ash and dust. I heard a terrible crunching noise. I had backed into my friend's truck.
She was very, very nice about it and held me while I wept and looked at the damage to our vehicles. What else could go wrong this week?
That's when we discovered my son's head lice. The whole family had gone to the Whatcom Skill Share Faire in Bellingham, where I taught a workshop on fermenting foods, and Steve taught a bow making workshop. While Steve taught, I took the kids downtown for a treat and on a whim decided to get Luke a haircut (which I never do since I cut his hair myself). The barber discovered the lice and threw us out of his shop. This has never, ever happened in our family and completely grossed and stressed me out.
On the way to the pharmacy to buy lice shampoo, my friend called me to tell me that my goats had gotten out of their pen and eaten lots of food. Goats often die of bloat after eating too much grain, so I frantically called the neighbor to check on the goats. (It turned out fine - they only had gorged themselves on alfalfa pellets and are fine).
In the dark, we drove back home in the strongest summer windstorm in Washington state's history, knocking out power to almost half a million people and killing two. At home, we treated the whole family for lice (just in case), stripped all of our bedding and clothes to be washed in hot water, and sprayed lice-killing stuff on the furniture.
This is when our water pressure plummeted. Water tank broken? Well running out? We didn't know then, but we know now that our well ran dry. Great. We are now officially out of water.
That night, Steve convinced me to take a couple of days off. Go to Anacortes to a cheap hotel, be lazy, hike, knit, watch TV (which I never do, except when I spend the night at a hotel, which I almost never do). I accepted his generous offer.
The next day, I checked into the hotel, only to find out that there was no power. I called Steve in a fury, ready to throw in the proverbial towel. He got on the phone and found me another place.
I spent that day at one of my favorite places close to Deception Pass. I hiked around Bowman Bay, breathed, knitted new socks, and just stared. No fires, no kids needing my attention, no smoke, no creepy guys with bulldogs, no accidents, no lice. Nice.
|There's light at the end of the tunnel.|
But when life gets too overwhelming, when I feel like I'm about to snap, time in nature (and chocolate) always cures what ails me.
I am so lucky for the bounty of wild beauty around me. A few days ago I went to a magical place, a thirty minute hike away from our house: the fairy pools. It's an enchanted gorge filled with water falls, giant moss covered rocks, huge trees, and probably plenty of fairies.
|I took this picture to show how the spider webs caught the ash that's being created from the wildfires|
I will leave you with images from the morning milking and my rain-soaked stepping stones. Yes, the rains have started, and hopefully, they will kick the wildfire's ass!
And I had to include a picture of Kai and Luke with their new haircuts (thank you, head lice). The boys discovered hair gel. Watch out, girls!