It's Complicated

It's not even 6 yet and I'm up. My right knee was hurting and I wanted to get a hot water bottle on it before Vince gets up and tells me I should be icing it instead. The canadian dollar is .1218 and It's 23 degrees and sunny. Other than a thread of wispy smoke snaking from my neighbor Linda's chimney, with a puddle of sun spreading across the hill behind it, my view is a sepia toned photograph.

I started this blog to answer the question, "What are you guys up to?" I don't want you to think that I think I'm so important and interesting that everyone needs to know what I do everyday but people do ask and generally my answer gets a glazed look. I've started just saying "Its complicated," which, in case they're just making conversation, gives them the option of either pursuing the subject or not.

"What are you guys up to?" stops me like my bike's front brake. I try to answer but when I don't really know myself, it's tough. Here is what I know. "Vince and I are moving to Nelson BC to go to film school." (the city photo at which you're looking is Nelson)

Which most likely is followed by either a confused look or one of several questions that can usually partly be answered with "We're building a tiny sustainable house in Metaline Falls Washington. School starts in September."

Then another blank look or question.

"We have a 58 acre field on the Pend Oreille River in Metaline Falls"

Question.

"Metaline Falls is in northeast Washington, has 200 people and is surrounded by 6000 foot mountains. It has a movie theater called The Clark, even though the marquee still says "Nu-Vue," that shows current-ish movies and smells like latex paint, popcorn and mildew. There is 200 seat performing arts theater, it's a hundred miles north of Spokane and the first town south of the Canadian border."

Then I'll get either, "I really have to get going" or "Why there?"

"I worked for the forest service there for five years about 30 years ago. Vince and I have a ton of friends (actually probably more like 2 tons) still there from that era so we get to hang out with them for a year. They're all really psyched but I'm sure that won't last long. (just in case...I always say that)

Here is where they may change the subject or walk away, but sometimes they ask another question.

"Nelson is a quirky town of 9,000 52 miles north of Metaline Falls. It's the number 1 small arts town in Canada. There are lots of really cool coffee shops and restaurants, a food co-op and a cross country ski area with a lit loop. It's in the mountains, on a lake and has a couple art schools. The school is no NYU and sounds like we may be learning with students that are way less than half our age and want to make snowboard videos."

If they haven't changed the subject or made up an excuse to leave by this time, I'll keep talking.

"In Nelson we're going to rent a place...or maybe buy something so Max can live with us during the week in Nelson. We'll be in Nelson Sunday or Monday night through Wednesday night and in Metaline Falls the rest of the time."

Now we know that when you go through Canadian customs on the way to Nelson you don't say you're going to school if you look like you're in your 50's because it raises all sorts of red flags and it could take 2 hours to get through. Mentioning 'fun' and 'school' in the same sentence gets the same reaction. Meanwhile, it will start to get dark and the 3 hour daylight ski becomes 45 minutes....most of it on that flat lit 1 km loop I was just bragging about.

When someone asks "When are you leaving?, it starts to get tricky and they really have to be interested to keep listening.

"Between now and September is mucky. We haven't started building the house in Metaline Falls yet. In fact, we don't have final plans or someone to build it. We have to clean up our Plainfield house and shop (that is now also a house...a BIG house) which will take about 3 weeks. We have to open the cape house where, last we heard, the pipes in the outdoor shower froze so we don't know what to expect. We want to finish the kitchen and staircase in Vermont which we haven't started partly because, Lars, the 'staircase specialist' needed to borrow a standard jig that I would think you'd have if you were a 'staircase specialist'. We want to go to the Cape for a couple weeks. We're trying to sell some stuff. We sold a chair and some lumber. The plane. An old creamery building that we had in Lake Benton, Minnesota and Kathy's Family but the unsold list is still really long. If WE build the Metaline Falls house, which is one of our options, we would have to be in there in a month or so but may have to come back a time or two while Plainfield is on the market IF we sell it because then we would have to move stuff out, but to where, we don't actually know. Even if WE don't build Metaline Falls ourselves we feel like we'd have to be out there a bunch because we've gotten fussy. If we do build it, we need to figure out subs. And where would we live? See? Complicated."

This is where someone who is just being polite starts to fidget and it's time to give them an out, like, "I'm sure you have a ton of stuff to do." or, if I really feel like they're being nice, excuse myself, "I have to get to the Post Office," or something like that.

Why do I feel like I'm talking to myself?

Visit Nelson:
http://everesttoday.info/kootphotos.htm

Visit Metaline Falls:
http://www.co.pend-oreille.wa.us/metaline.html