Jul 14, 2014
When Mark and I began to look at houses on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, we took a look at Chestertown. This fabulous little town perched on the Chester River is chock full of historical houses and charm oozes from every crack between every brick.
It was a little far from our appointed distance to DC work radius but charmed is charmed.
I have had occasion to make some return visits recently. The first time with my friend Amy and her boy who’s my son’s buddy. There is an annual May weekend festival called the Tea Party in Chestertown.
A puppet show, fried food, and a chance to sit by the river to wave at The Sultana as she sailed by. Fun.
I then returned the third weekend in June to visit the famed Chestertown Farmer’s Market and catch up with newlywed Christina. See the fabulous pictures of her wedding in this post.
The town has really bloomed since we first visited there 14 years ago. Many of the houses have been renovated making it a destination retirement village of a sort for monied and artsy types. Because the price tags on these charming restored residences are phenomenal. Christina’s watching all the listings while she lives in a charming teeny tiny house.
There’s an Arts Center, the same little coffee shop called Play It Again Sam, and a new and very popular bakery/coffee place called Evergrain Bakery Company.
Chocolate croissant and a baguette for me. Baguette and coffee for Christina. People watching for Fiona. Fiona was so full of herself standing in the middle of the crowd queued up for croissants and café au lait.
Young owner, great story.
Fiona, Christina, and I strolled around town taking pictures and making friends. And then came back through the market to pick up a few things. Her sister was selling her organic eggs and Christina bought me the loveliest colored dozen of eggs I’ve ever had.
Such a nice day. A great destination for a jaunt, a stroll, and a Farmer’s Market kinda Saturday with charming company.
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Jul 11, 2014
When I lived in the city, my world was Big. I had anywhere and anything I wanted right there for the taking. Art galleries and fabulous food, stores galore, parks, and music venues all at my whimsical disposal. Then I moved here to the Eastern Shore of Maryland, the Land of Pleasant Living, and a small world existence.
‘Here’ is a little mini-town in the middle of hay and cornfields on the way to the beach. The restaurants are minimal and seem to closeup regularly. Except the McDonald’s on the bi-pass. Beach traffic needs to be fed and this is the only Playplace around. And I’ve seen them clean it out so it’s a passable alternative to trapped at home with hyper kids.
The arts and stores are here and can be enjoyed if you are ready to drive the distance to reach them. These are not the reasons to move here. You move here because your kids are safe and you can afford the houses. My story on this here.
My real world is even smaller. Always has been I suppose. That’s the world that I live within inside my head and my house. I’m confined by the chaos constantly whirling in my brain throughout the day which begs to be set free on paper. And I’m limited somewhat to spending much of my time inside my house as I have a pre-toddler and no outside job.Nap-time is sacred.
So here I am inside my home everyday with baby Fiona. The solitary confinement was lifted this week slightly with two mornings of childcare. I am sure I need to make this time count and torn between spending it dumping stuff out of my head and organizing that, or updating the interior of the house/prison I’m confined to. Simultaneously, my busy creative brain is always thinking up more things I’d like to do. Bills, writing, and a pedicure all call my name on the ever-growing to-do list.
I calculated I spend only 25 percent of my waking hours alone. And I am probably not spending it doing anything more productive than having a seat or social mediating. If that’s how I escape the confines of my life occasionally, then so be it.
My world is extremely small and limited and yet, I think there’s much that can be done with the life in a container garden. The trick is perspective and planning. Neither of which I’ve ever been very good at but there’s never any better time than right now.
I need to learn to be OK with wherever I am and find the ways to make it through with the time and space and money I have. Because this too shall pass and suddenly my small world will expand into the empty spaces where the littlest plants will have been re-potted into their own pots. Perspective is an ever precious commodity.
Jul 9, 2014
I am a proud graduate of the Low-Self Esteem For Girls School. In a decade I’ve come from sucky to ducky. While I’m constantly aware that I still have a long way to go, I can feel and see where I have been. It was a lonely anxious place. A sort of emotional black hole from which one is fairly certain there’s no escape and you don’t deserve to anyway. That’s the continuous sucking vortex that is low self-esteem.
I saw this woman once. I can’t remember where it was but I feel like I was in my 20’s. She had an aura around her and she was the embodiment of “happy with herself”. I was transfixed. She wasn’t skinny or beautiful. She was in her thirties and maybe blond. All I remember is her flowy white linen pants. They seemed the ultimate in comfortable as she was within herself.
I knew there was the possibility of more. I was angry that everyone acted like there wasn’t. More confidence, more happiness, less stress. Because I won’t create it unless I believe it exists.
As I’ve said before, I was invisible to myself. New relationships could be really hard to make because you don’t see what they see in you. You’re suspicious of people’s motivations. If you liked my sense of humor or artistic talent or something about me but I didn’t see that in me then I’m looking at you like what do you want from me? Which then gives the potential new friend a weird vibe that feels unwelcoming and paranoid. Because it is. And then he/she may decide that I am more trouble than I’m worth and Adios, see ya’ later, you ain’t worth all of that. And then I’m alone again saying, see I knew you weren’t the person you said you were.
People are weird. Such a miss-mash of idealism and perfectionistic extremes and rules and rituals. Our heads are Gordan’s knots of shoulds, coulds, and wishes for what we are unwilling to make happen. And the only thing that can save us is ourselves. I have adjusted my vision to my day today. To do what I can and not focus on what I can’t. I have gradually built a faith in my own abilities. It’s called self-efficacy. So that now creativity is like collaborative play with an old friend. And I am making sure to acknowledge these creative achievements and continue to push myself just outside of the known. And making friends online is an amazing empowering and trans-formative act that I wish I’d discovered sooner.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you for being here, subscribing to my writing ( I hit 79!), and telling me the truths that you tell. You have restored a formerly cynical scared hermit into a dancing queen. And that doesn’t suck.
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