Sunday Night Check-In: Windmills, Perch and New Beginnings


Yesterday I hid. I stayed in my house on the lake and drank tea and ate fruit and read Undaunted Courage and napped. I deep-conditioned my curls but did nothing else. I tried to go for a run, but I petered out about 3/4 of the way through and walked the rest of the way home. I realized I was tired, and I let myself just rest. It was sublime. I slept like a dead person for 2 hours yesterday afternoon and then fell asleep easily around 9 last night.

Lewis and Clark and their band of explorers have reached the Pacific and are on their way back East. I had to see if they could cross the Rocky Mountains before my head hit the pillow. As I’m reading this book I keep asking myself why they didn’t just fly back. Then I remember that there were no planes back then. I can’t imagine making a trek through territory unknown to the world and then having to go back over the same path to head back – especially when some of it was so treacherous. I can’t wait to start reading tonight. It takes me out of my head and into someone else’s adventure. Somehow it’s so much less tiring.

We ate outside in the breeze, and I dined on Lake Perch from Lake Superior – flown in fresh every day. 

I woke up this morning wanting an adventure. I had planned to clean this place and start packing up my stuff, but I felt like I needed to get out and have a nice day in the sunshine. It’s cooler than it has been, and I’m noticing just the slightest change of color on the trees. My friend Kathy and I drove up north of here to Saugatuck for lunch and then on to Holland for some sightseeing. It was a lovely day, and the agenda was just what I needed.

Saugatuck hasn’t changed too much since I’d been there last. My favorite coffee shop Uncommon Coffee Roasters is still there. They are a little more well-known now. They have cold brew on tap, and I tried a Coffee Cider which was apple cider laced with cold brew. It sounded weird, but it was actually very good. With my latest obsession with cold brew coffee, I was very happy to find out that it had caught on here in a big way. In fact, as I stood there at the counter, I realized that the coffee shop in my office carries their cold brew both on tap and in the container. I haven’t bought any because I wasn’t sure how good it was, but now I know I’ll love it.

A beautiful little sculpture garden in Saugatuck…

I spent a lot of time looking through the shops at the winter clothes. It’s interesting that the brands I know and love like Prana and Columbia are in the stores, but it’s winter clothes that I have never seen. In Memphis and Baton Rouge, most of the inventory was summer dresses and sandals. Here, it’s sweater dresses and boots – all kinds of boots. I’m waiting until I get my new house and HVAC system replacement before I start buying winter clothes, but it won’t be long. The salesperson in Talbots in Holland told me to wait until October. She said that’s when the real winter inventory hits the floors.

Holland…. yes… they have a real Dutch windmill and sell wooden shoes…

I had a strong bout of homesickness yesterday afternoon. After my difficult week, I wanted to hang with my friends that already know me. I was craving a work environment where I’d already proved myself. I wanted to sleep in my own bed and practice yoga in my own yoga room. I’m only days away from being home. I work Monday and Tuesday I’ll close on my house. I meet the movers and my stuff mid-day. If I want, I can sleep in my own house Tuesday night. I don’t know if I will, but I’m starting to think I might. It will be weird to put the key in my door for the very first time, listen to the unusual nighttime sounds in a new home and walk Ashok for the first time around the block.

We have to move away from here?

I’m feeling a little nervous about it all. I’m excited but a part of me is scared that this whole idea was crazy. What was I thinking when I decided to move back up here for this job? Did I really want more northern winters? Did I really want to build a whole new community? Did I even have a choice? Somehow it all happened, and I’m here. Like my friend Michael says, “Shit is gettin’ real”. But, then again, maybe it already was.

Have a good week, y’all. Begin something new even if it scares you. What have you got to lose?



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