Last night I tossed and turned, unable to switch off my brain. Am I excited about Forever Amish’s up-coming release June 5th? Absolutely! And I have several blog posts I need to write. I tried to switch off my thinker, but my mind continued to churn with ideas. I was so determined to sleep I refused to write them down.
I’ve often wondered how I’d do living on an Amish farm. Would I finally catch up on my sleep? Are farming communities quieter and more peaceful than the city? Yes, and no. The rooster would show me no sympathy and a farming household would be in full swing. Cows need milking! Maybe my husband and I should move to a sweet cabin beside a rippling brook, near a cornfield and protected by a stand of trees. Although robins begin their vigorous chirping mighty early. As do crows.
The city is noisier in general, particularly today with a house down the street being leveled; a cute little place that wasn’t apparently to the new owners’ liking. I remind myself: Seattle can’t compete with NYC, where blaring horns are a continuous irritant. Still, some mornings I hear jets rumbling overhead starting pre-dawn. A pilot friend confirmed that the Sea-Tac Airport’s control tower uses our neighborhood as a visual on final descent. The first city bus rolls past our house at 6:20 and trucks in need of new shock absorbers rattle by on their way to construction jobs. And we have a new basketball court across the street …
Do you think I have an unrealistic view of country life? Twice as a younger woman I lived with my grandmother in rural Connecticut in Litchfield County, just down the road from Lyme. That’s a photo of her house. After her death, unfortunately her barn burned down. (no livestock) I love the area in spite of the poison ivy, snapping turtles and extreme weather. But with Lyme disease the fastest growing bacterial disease in North America I wonder if visiting my cousin in CT is a good idea anymore. Such a pity, but the truth is Lyme disease is present in almost every state. Even New York City. Please take this warning seriously if you see a tick or start experiencing random symptoms that only a Lyme-literate specialist will recognize. Many people suffer for years before being diagnosed. The testing is unreliable; doctors often misdiagnose and under-treat them.
But back to my question: Do you think I have an unrealistic view of a peaceful, pastoral life? Is it more serene and all round superior? Better air quality, unless you suffer from allergies, which I don’t. Would I miss the luxuries the city offers? Should I buy earplugs and learn to live with the city’s racket? How do you cope?
Congratulations to last week’s winner, Candace B. of the Amish-made potholder! Thanks to all who left comments!