Sunset redux

A few weeks ago I posted a picture of one of our sunsets, proclaiming said sunsets of unending beauty and constant variation. But the picture kind of sucked. So here's another, better one.

Yesterday, unusually, showed us no sunset at all. For the first time either John or I could remember for the 4th of July, it was pouring rain. Not even lightning and thunder to stand in for the drowned-out fireworks. So we grabbed the kids and headed off to Great Barrington for dinner. With no particular plan, we decided to try a Mexican place that we'd heard was good. Unfortunately, what folks here think of us good Mexican food can be pretty awful (witness the much-extolled Mexican Radio restaurant in Hudson, which is so bad that even the kids aren't happy with their quesadillas.) Phew. This place was actually good--decent sauces, good refried beans, and margaritas better than those at the place we always went to in L.A. None of it was amazing, but all of it was good enough to help the homesick Angelenos perk up.

We have been homesick lately. We've had lots of visiting friends which is wonderful, but also a reminder of how many people we've left behind. Saying goodbye, again, is hard on all of us, even though we wouldn't ever pass up the opportunity to see our buddies or to show them why we're not insane for making this move. (It is to all of their credit that none of them have made us feel nuts, even if that is what they believed--for this, we all thank all of you.) John also went to L.A. last week for work, which seemed to make him doubly homesick, for homes old and new. (He did, however, get to eat both real sushi--definitely not abounding here--and Mexican, so no sympathy, really, for him.)

On the other hand, our new life continues to delight, at least me. We have chickens now, nearly three weeks old, pecking away in one of the stalls in the barn. Six guinea hens (apparently champion tick-eaters, which recommends them here in the Lyme Disease capitol of America), 3 Leghorns (white egg layers), 4 Rhode Island Reds--3 hens and one rooster, Jolly (or, as the Babe calls him for self-evident reasons, "Poopy Butt")--for brown eggs, and 7 Araucanas, six hens and a boy, now named Striper, for their gorgeous, Martha Stewart-endorsed pale blue and green eggs. It takes about five months for a hen to begin to lay, so it will be late fall or even early winter before ours are ready, which means that we may not see much from them until next spring. But they're sweet, and soon enough I'll have a use for the beautiful pitchfork and overalls my L.A. girlfriends gifted me with at one of my farewell parties. The kids are really into them--as though we have 20 new pets in our family, and I suppose we do, though I have been known to insist that at some point, we'll be eating some of them. I suspect I'll reverse that position, as more of them gain names. Chicken pix to come.


Liza said...

Paige, I'm finally signing on to comment...following your blog keeps me in that front-porch-with a-glass-of-wine-mindset...we love the big sky of your farm. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Anonymous said...

the thing about making choices-even the good choices-is that you have to grieve for the choice you didn't or couldn't make. If you didn't have such rich and interesting lives, moving 3000 miles away wouldn't be sad or hard at all. You'll find new things-and new traditions-that won't ever replace the old ones, but that will become just as meaningful-if not more so. Be well.

Anonymous said...

and BTW, I'm not the anonymous who left all those bitchy reviews for you on 6/22. I think John did a PHENOMENAL job-and it was an incredible movie. So I shall have to choose a name different from that of that eponymous passive aggressive. So...call me... hmm... uhm...Jo.

Paige said...

Well, I only know one Jo. Maybe two, now that I think of it. But maybe you're a Jo I don't know? This will, surely, drive me crazy, so congrats on that. And I didn't think all those reviews were bitchy--some were quite good. I was kind of amazed by the tame taken to type out all those links, though, and it made me wonder what M. Anon.'s investment in the whole thing was. Oh well. There are ups and downs to internet relationships, just as to real ones. Thanks, all, for bothering to read. xx P

swimgirlseries said...

Cool, re: the hens!

We've been thinking of getting chickens. The part about having to eat them at some point always gives me pause though. That, and having to deal with keepingthe foxes and coyotes out.

But they're great for getting rid of any precious CSA produce past it's prime, guilt-free.


Alto2 said...

I really think you need to plug in a "Greenacres" mp3 to play along with this post. Hens and chicks and roosters, oh my! What I really want to know is how do fresh eggs really taste. Can you tell the difference from store-bought eggs?

Karen Falzone said...

Paige - i've been inexplicably glued to your blog for an hour now, after having googled your name when an old Starz employee asked me what ever happened to you. For some reason, my being unable to answer that question bothered me enough to look you up. Imagine my surprise when I learned you'd moved to the Hudson River Valley (or ?) in beautiful New York state. Your property looks fabulous from the pictures. We are still in LA. I'm staying home now freelancing in music rights/publishing and supervision, just as I always wanted. Alicia just celebrated her 16th birthday (I know, if you think it makes you feel old...) and Danielle is 5. Having a blast. Very happy for you and inspired by the guts it took for you to pick up and go. Keep blogging...! Karen