Wind
howling around the old farmhouse as cold morning light slowly banishes outdoor
darkness. Much has happened since Aaron Stander’s visit to Dog Ears Books.
There was a trip to Traverse City on Sunday to see old friends; a long, cold
Monday in the bookstore while the crew worked to dismantle and remove the old
furnace and install a new one; another trip to town Tuesday for an appointment,
with lunch at Oryana afterward; power going out again at home on Wednesday and
new furnace at the shop not working up to capacity; parade of furnace crew on
Thursday, bringing in parts to finish up the job. Ups and downs. Pleasures and
setbacks.
Wednesday
was a discouraging day for me, despite Bruce’s help at the bookstore. I’d had
in mind all kinds of housework projects at home, with washing my hair on the
agenda, too, but after the housework. And then—? No power! No hot water! Cap
pulled down tight on my head as we took refuge with a pizza in a brightly
lighted public place!
I
still say we are lucky. A friend out East tells me her sister was without heat
and electricity for a week, got it back for a day, then lost it again. Some
people who lost it with Sandy still don’t have power back. What are they doing?
How are they managing at all? Many must have homes in cities, even apartments
many flights above the ground. No, we are very fortunate. I knew that on
Wednesday but still felt tired and discouraged, because we have other issues
we’re dealing with these days besides power outages and a balky furnace.
But
Thursday morning, for some unaccountable reason, I felt better almost as soon
as I was on my feet. It was a sunny morning, and the temperature was warm, but
that isn’t always be enough to bring my chin off the floor when life gets me
down. What did it, I think, was a magazine David found in the free stack at the
library, the place where patrons put their personal subscription magazines when
they’re finished with them so that other people can take them home to read.
Actually, David picked up several magazines, but among them three issues of one
in particular that he thought I would like and that I love, love, love! It’s called “Acres
USA,” and it’s been around for over 40 years, and I can’t understand how I
didn’t know about it before now. I devoured it along with pizza on Wednesday
evening and started feeling better and more energized with every page.
The
articles are long and go into important matters in depth. That’s so satisfying
and encouraging that it gets my brain pumping and thinking again of the future
in two positive, proactive ways, and I am very excited. First, what I’m reading
affirms my sense of stewardship for the little piece of Michigan land that is
my home, and all kinds of ideas sprout up as I consider the future of our land.
That will take shape slowly over the long term. More immediately, I really want
to take the small percentage of my store inventory that is new books in a more
focused direction, expanding offerings on organic food production and
ecological self-sufficient living.
With
that in mind, I welcome suggestions. Gardening, greenhouses, seed starting,
small orchard production, poultry and livestock, woodlot management, wind and
solar energy, appropriate technology—what would you like to read about or make
accessible to more people in northern Michigan? I’ll be making a list and
unveiling the new collection in early summer, so please send me your ideas.
Better yet, if possible, stop by and talk to me about them. Our summer farm
market in Northport has grown into a beautiful thing, and I would like the
books in my bookstore to complement the food at the market and the lives of the
people who grow it. Taking that direction with books will also complement my
own plans for future plans at home.
I
have a third idea brewing that I’ll reveal after the first of the year if I
decide to go ahead with it, but all in all, while bookstore viability becomes
more and more problematic in today’s virtual world, I am not ready to hand in
the towel yet. And though country living and outdoor work take more of a toll
on a body no longer 20-something, I’m not ready to give that up, either. That’s
my “bottom line” determination. Stubborn? Yes. But also full of happy
anticipation!
