We have a vacation home in the heart of the Great Plains, a small cottage in an even smaller village called Fairmont in Nebraska. It is officially a village, my American friends, when I get the electrical bill, it comes from “The Village of Fairmont”. When I bought this little 100-year-old house, it was to give us a place to stay while visiting family and to store my mother-in-law’s life of priceless garage sale finds once she moved into assisted living there in the village.
I named the house Peony Cottage (as opposed to Mrs. Quick’s old house, as it was known in the village), but we end up calling it the Green Cottage. I come here several times a year because the town boasts only dial-up internet, except for a fiber connection to the public library, making meetings less attractive. The cell phone reception is spotty as well.
Imagine a lake house, but with no lake. My brother jokingly calls the cottage a stationary RV, probably because of the single rudimentary bathroom in the added on portion of the house with plumbing. But, I can’t think of a better place to go to catch some rest and then to catch some ideas. This is where I come on sabbatical and during any creative retreats.
So, a short post this week, just to explain that I will post again next week, all about the idea I have been chasing, like a fat old fish, around my mental pond.
Thank you for reading what emerges from my process.
Gwendolyn