It's about 6:30 AM. I checked the outdoor thermometer at about 6:15 and it was 40F. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day. Wanita spent the night last night and has to be back by 8:00 AM this morning. The neighbors down the street are having an auction at 10:00 AM, so we'll go down for that. The ladies from Laura's church are having a lunch stand.
Ken, or his helper, put an outlet box on our pole for us. Bo ran extension cords to the cabin and we're now using the small refrigerator my dad bought years ago but has never used. It was bittersweet bringing it here, because we are now officially "on the grid." I kind of feel like I've been defeated, or at least assimilated. I guess, somewhere in my idealistic mind, I was hoping to find a way around electricity. Maybe that as a tactile way of showing my independence.
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I had a dream last night that J asked us when we were moving in. In my dream, I felt like it was a trap. I felt like he wanted me to stay in Akron but was issuing a challenge, like basically saying, "You said you'd move in when your lane was done and when you had a fridge. So, when are ya movin' in? Huh? Huh?" I was looking right at his face and his head was huge. I didn't know what to say. My answer, now that I think about it, should ahve been, "Every day. Little by little."
It's funny how I compartmentalize (is that a word? We need a dictionary here!) things. I have a fridge now. But it's not "big enough." It should be big enough to hold all the things that "should" go in fridges: milk, yogurt, butter, jelly, mustard, eggs, meat, fruits and veggies, on and on. But here, for 7 months, I've struggled with... (rest of paragraph destroyed by water damage).
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