It has been brought to my attention that new readers need to know who’s who out here in the buttfuck middle of nowhere. I concur wholeheartedly, since we just added a new member.
I’ll start with myself. I’m an addict named Cindy, and I’m the genius behind all of the drool-inducing navel gazing that gets published here. I just recently celebrated 13 years clean, and I’m still trying to comprehend the miracle of 12-step recovery.
Sunshine: my husband, my friend, my partner in crime. He’s my better half, because he has much better people skills than I. He is also in 12-step recovery (I’m not supposed to say that about him, but he gave me permission), and he just celebrated 11 years clean. It’s been an honor and a privilege to watch his journey in recovery from such an up-close and intimate point of view. He is a mason, the kind that doesn’t start with a capital m. He stacks rocks for a living. Well, at least until we finish the house we’re building, and then he will hopefully retire or take up something less physically punishing. If you want to learn more about Sunshine, you should check out “Uncertain”, a feature-length documentary that tells his story with a grace and dignity that I could never conjure up.
Mollie: my furbaby. She’s a 7 year old dachshund who doesn’t know she’s a dog. She’s not sure what she is; but she’s certain that Sunshine is the biggest, baddest, bestest of whatever she is. She is all heart, and she is very wise. When you ask her “Mollie, what time is it?”, she just looks at you like you’re crazy and she asks you “What is time?” Then she tells you “it’s right now, and right now we should squeak the toy!” (or whatever strikes her fancy at that particular moment).
Mr B: he’s the guy who put up the initial money to buy the property we all live on. His hobbies are: studying neuroscience, changing the plan, buying tractors and other random big-ticket items to do things bigger/better/faster/more, and moving dirt. In spite of the ways he frustrates me, I do love Mr B to pieces. He’s great in a crisis; he’s had to break out his medical training from his past lives to tend to several of my severe injuries that aren’t major enough to justify carrying my uninsured-in-the-coverage-gap self to a doctor. He is also our resident court jester, and never passes up an opportunity to make us groan at his puns.
Mrs B: Mr B’s wife. She’s a science teacher at the local school system, which is hella cool because girls can do maths and sciences too! She’s our resident essential oil expert, and generally well versed in holistic health topics.
Tia: my BFF. She doesn’t live here, yet we all consider her a vital part of this community. She’s the Pinterest rock star who discovered a recipe for the vanilla cantaloupe jam we all love so much, and she’s constantly helping me find instructions for the new stuff I decide to try and learn. I couldn’t do all the stuff I’ve learned to do here without her, from tackling the cacti to learning to preserve the organic wild blackberries that grow on the property to how I can maximize storage in a small house.
Biff: AKA Goldilocks. He works for Sunshine, but I think he wants to stay on out here after Sunshine retires. He’s a bit of an oddball; willing to help plant the garden yet doesn’t eat most of the stuff that grows there because he’s addicted to Twinkies and Ho-Hos and Ding-Dongs and shit. His hobbies include watching cartoons, watching football, and he apparently enjoys weedeatering. He’s a great help when there’s a job to be done, and I’m glad he’s thinking about staying on out here.
Rude Ass: our master everything. He’s a skilled finish carpenter; a mechanic who can even work on diesel engines; he’s more than competent with plumbing and electrical work; and he can play guitar rather well. Rude Ass is also quite a good teacher who has yet to lose patience with me as I submit my change orders for the work he’s doing to help build our house; he’s taught me how to properly use a lot of his tools so that I can do some of the work myself.
DaRule: our newest member. DaRule is quiet, and has been busy getting settled in; as he’s not just new to the community, he’s new to the area. He’s originally from up north, so I think the weather has been a shock, especially since we went straight from “fuck it’s cold” to “damn it’s hot”, with no spring to speak of. He’s managed to find time to help in the garden, and having his help and companionship has motivated me to get out there and do more gardening.
So, that’s our cast of characters out here. I need to get my shit together and do some more “Meet the Flintstones” interviews so that you can get to know everyone better; but I’m seriously overwhelmed with health issues, decision fatigue from designing/building my new home, gardening, and increased hours at my job. It’s been a lot, and I have yet another appointment with yet another specialist today. I’m afraid of what he’s going to have to say about my left shoulder, because I’m guessing he’s going to want to do surgery (which is always scary for a recovering addict); so please send a quick little prayer to whatever you believe in that I’ll come through whatever treatment he prescribes–without changing my clean date. Check out the Meet the Flinstones tag for the stories I’ve already published, and the Citizens at large tag for interviews with other bloggers I follow (I need to get my ass in gear and get started on the next one).
Thank you all for reading my brief, navel gazing drivel and getting to know the cast of characters out here!