I had grand intentions of chronicling each day's events while up here at the cabin, but life didn't work that way. For one, the Internet was down until Monday night. And secondly, Camille got very sick with strep throat for the first few days. But, I'll do my best to recap our stay until now...Donner Lake is definitely a family lake, lots of little children with parents and grandparents. It is a gorgeous place to be. The shoreline is beaded with cabins and docks of all sizes, shapes and colors. The water is clear and bright. The trees stand thick and tall around the shore. On the first morning, I was sitting out back drinking my coffee and doing some knitting. I felt the lush beauty around me, and my body felt this electric excitement, like vacationing in the mountains as a child. When I glanced up, the vibrant blue of the sky through the trees truly caught my breath and elicited an, "Oh my God". Right out loud, "Oh my God". It was that beautiful to me. The cabin sits up on a mountain with a view of the lake in front and the forest coming right up to the back door. The owner said that the bears are still coming around hungry; we watch, but have yet to see one. There are little chipmunks and many songbirds to be seen and heard. Remy, in her puppy hood delight, chases the huge ants along with her nose to the ground!
Being here makes me very excited to try new things. I've realized that the enthusiasm of middle age replicates childhood. Only, the toys are different. Like, I really want some binoculars. I've never had any of my own and never really found them too interesting, until late. I want to see nature more closely. I want to study it as Goethe did. While doing my Waldorf teacher training, we often were assigned a leaf or a blossom as homework. We were encouraged to study every mark, line, indentation and curve of that surface; and then to draw it, or sculpt it, in minute detail. This process made life feel so much more important. This process always helps me to feel the breath of nature beyond us humans.
OK. I also found two great knitting stores, which, as I have told you before, brings out my sanguine nature. It was truly a pleasure chatting with the women who were there. The store here in Truckee, Jimmie Bean’s Wool, is nice enough, and the woman working there was from England and had some wonderful stories to tell of her childhood: learning to knit in school at four years old, and having her symbol, an apple, embroidered onto all of her school things: her napping pillow and sheet, her napkins, her towel, and drawn on her comb and brush. I told her how much like my Waldorf kindergarten classroom this was. And when she spoke of her "apple", my memory went right back to Daisy, who is now a fourth grader, to whom I had given the apple symbol! Childhood memories run deep. And the scary thing is how selective they can be! As my children have grown into adults, I am so often reminded of some terrible things I did, or said, or didn’t do. I think the key to making peace with these atrocious errors, is to make a whole-hearted attempt at changing the behaviors. There’s not much more one can do twenty to thirty years later. The thing with my mom, is she doesn’t really see my war wounds. How can you recover from PTS if you are still in the line of fire? So at Jimmie Bean’s, I bought another six skeins of Blue Sky organic cotton, to knit the cardigan for Satchel as well as Ike. I also found the snap tape closures online and purchased two yards. Ike’s sweater is a sage green and Satchel’s will be a nut brown. Kind of like their temperaments!
And then! I drove Alex and his buddy Romney, to King’s Beach to do some hiking and find a hot spring we heard about. OK, so I had a couple/few hours to spend on myself. What did I do first? I flipped a bitch (made a u-turn for those of you without teenage kids) and pulled up in front of a tattoo/piercing parlor, and fulfilled a decade of longing; I had my nose pierced! I LOVE IT! I don’t feel like the old gray Mare anymore. It’s subtle…a very tiny diamond on the left nostril. If I can get it to show up in a photo, I’ll put one up on the board.
After getting my nose pierced, I drove nine miles to Tahoe City; I sat and had a triple iced latte and a chocolate chip walnut cookie. Then hit the pavement, looking for another yarn store which I had heard about. I found it, “Three Dog Knit”. With a name like that, I was sure the middle-aged looking woman behind the counter, with the hip haircut, would love to hear about my current “celebration of me”. Well, it took me a while to win her over. She asked me if the piercing hurt. I told her it felt kind of like getting bopped in the nose and then my eyes watered. She said she didn’t think she’d like THAT either. I think she was a little taken aback by it all. But win-her-over I did! We had a blast. By the time I left, I spent another hundred dollars and she was hand-writing patterns to share with me.
The women at both yarn stores invited me back to sit and knit if the cabin of teenagers got too crazy! I have two new friends! It was a successful day.