I was born in the 70s, but I consider myself having “grown up” in the 80s. However, I’ve come to realize that growing up in the 80s in a small town is a lot like growing up in the 70s.
For a family who said they didn’t watch much tv, I remember a lot of tv shows. My dad’s lunch breaks in the summers taught me to love Andy Griffith and the Monkees, I loved Rob and Laura Petrie and Bob and Emily Hartley like they were family, and my primetime viewing consisted of Hart to Hart, Moonlighting, and the Barbara Mandrell Show.
But I watched all of those with my parents. The one show that I considered MINE was LIttle House on the Prairie. I thought Laura was the coolest kid ever, Mary was the prettiest, and I’m pretty sure Michael Landon was my first crush. I learned about mean feelings and how to deal with them thanks to Nellie Oleson. I thought it was amazing that a family of five could live in a one-room house and still like each other.
But now we have a camper. And I’d like to live in it. All five of us. And make dolls and tell stories and hear the kids’ tired breath as they sleep after a long day of hard work and hard play.
Our second trip out with the camper was the first trip out with kids (only two staying the whole time…eldest came for dinner.) My parents camped in the spot next to us – thank goodness because we’re still learning what to pack for these trips. Now the camper is parked [illegally] in our street because we booked a spot for this next weekend – just me and my hot husband this time.
I think it’s the yin and yang of things…I’ve definitely found myself seeking balance through this weird time. And I think I’ve unknowingly sought peace and simplicity in a way that eerily resembles the way I learned about it as a child…Ingalls-style.
Update on my Dreams in Development: no new piano students added, no orders for paintings, but I did finish Phase One of the camper reno, and I finished writing my book! And my hot husband has encouraged me to go all in and try to publish it fo’real instead of self-publishing or going to Kinko’s…he’s amazing. Now I just need a GoFundMe account or to rob a Starbucks. And I probably need to stop buying things. Like groceries.