Gatlinburg TN
We haven’t done a whole lot in the last few days. If I move too fast or hard – anything that gets my heart rate going - my broken tooth throbs. We’re still both coughing and healing from our illnesses.
We managed to organize the Bunk House over the weekend, consolidating and eliminating more stuff. We found another bag of trash and another bag for Goodwill. We managed to eliminate two storage boxes. That may not sound like much to you, but, for the size of this trailer, it’s huge. It means that someone can visit, sleep in a bunk, and have another bunk for suitcases. We still have to figure out the under-sink storage, but I’m thrilled with our progress.
This morning, we got into a discussion about…well, it was about a lot of different things on different levels. On the surface, it was about applesauce. Kelly wanted to find the perfectly sized bowl for applesauce or ice cream. She was so tired of looking and waiting for the perfect bowls that she wanted to buy whatever worked from the local Corning outlet. She would then send these off to Goodwill when she found the “perfect” bowls. I was dead set against it. I thought our current bowl collection was working quite nicely. On a bit deeper level, it was about money, space, and hey, we’re trying to simplify our lives and more bowls does not move us toward that end. On another level, and this is probably what we were really “discussing”, it was about our different approaches to life. She likes to have exactly the right “tool” for each occasion in our lives. I like to “make do” with whatever is at hand. She will purchase a temporary version of what she wants until the right one comes along. I’ll wait because I don’t like to buy something twice. The “discussion” ended when she told me she wanted another set of bowls to help with portion control. She hates to eat a little bit of something out of a big bowl. She offered to serve me applesauce in a mixing bowl until I got the message. I understand about portion control. You know what kills me about this? I’m probably going to be the one to find the “perfect bowls” and they won’t be from Goodwill at 50 cents a pop.
The discussion ended and we headed off to find some lunch and some applesauce bowls.
The Historic Great Smoky Arts & Crafts Community was founded in 1937. Members have shops and studios scattered along an eight-mile loop outside town. Today, we made our second trek around the loop, in search of the perfect applesauce bowls. We found a yummy lunch, a pushy shopkeeper, and a delightful woman who wanted to talk about how our lives had changed with the road. We did not find bowls, but we had a nice day.
We haven’t done a whole lot in the last few days. If I move too fast or hard – anything that gets my heart rate going - my broken tooth throbs. We’re still both coughing and healing from our illnesses.
This morning, we got into a discussion about…well, it was about a lot of different things on different levels. On the surface, it was about applesauce. Kelly wanted to find the perfectly sized bowl for applesauce or ice cream. She was so tired of looking and waiting for the perfect bowls that she wanted to buy whatever worked from the local Corning outlet. She would then send these off to Goodwill when she found the “perfect” bowls. I was dead set against it. I thought our current bowl collection was working quite nicely. On a bit deeper level, it was about money, space, and hey, we’re trying to simplify our lives and more bowls does not move us toward that end. On another level, and this is probably what we were really “discussing”, it was about our different approaches to life. She likes to have exactly the right “tool” for each occasion in our lives. I like to “make do” with whatever is at hand. She will purchase a temporary version of what she wants until the right one comes along. I’ll wait because I don’t like to buy something twice. The “discussion” ended when she told me she wanted another set of bowls to help with portion control. She hates to eat a little bit of something out of a big bowl. She offered to serve me applesauce in a mixing bowl until I got the message. I understand about portion control. You know what kills me about this? I’m probably going to be the one to find the “perfect bowls” and they won’t be from Goodwill at 50 cents a pop.
The discussion ended and we headed off to find some lunch and some applesauce bowls.
The Historic Great Smoky Arts & Crafts Community was founded in 1937. Members have shops and studios scattered along an eight-mile loop outside town. Today, we made our second trek around the loop, in search of the perfect applesauce bowls. We found a yummy lunch, a pushy shopkeeper, and a delightful woman who wanted to talk about how our lives had changed with the road. We did not find bowls, but we had a nice day.
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