The Polar Vortex has reached Southern Louisiana. The area
where we are staying this week is also known as Arcadiana. So when I went to
the Arcadiana Yoga and Wellness Center in Lafayette yesterday, I was wearing a
light coat. I filled out my forms and signed the release from any liability in
the event that I might injure myself and went to hang up my coat and put my mat
on the floor. There was no place to hang my coat so I put it in a pile with my
purse near were other class participants had put theirs. After class the
conversation was about how bitterly cold it is now. The same conversation is
being repeated across the country I am sure. The yoga instructor who knew I was
from South Dakota because she read my form observed that it was much colder
where I was from. I explained that it was indeed though I’ve never really lived
in South Dakota even though that is my address. I said that I grew up in
Minnesota and spent most of my life in Illinois. I said that I had looked for a
place to hang my coat when I came in but there was no place. They all laughed
and explained that they almost never need to wear a coat. I said I’ve never
lived in place where they didn’t need a coat rack. That’s how far South we are.
We had a hard freeze for several hours last night. We disconnected our hose
overnight. The park has wrapped the hydrants in insulation.
People ask us, “Where are you from?” It stops me every time
and I have to think for a minute. I reply based on the situation. If we are
checking into an RV park, the answer is South Dakota. That’s on our license
plates and our official address. I’ve always thought of myself as being “from
Minnesota” though I spent most of my life in Illinois. So often now, I will say
Illinois though occasionally I will explain the whole story.
Yesterday, we spent the day at home. I mixed up a batch of
granola the way that I learned at Kelly’s and used up what remained of Lon’s
maple syrup that Kelly generously gave us when we left her house in September.
Lon is a dear man who lives across Twin Springs Road from Kelly in Wisconsin
who makes maple syrup every year. The house (motor home, camper) smelled
wonderfully like maple and coconut all day until I made gumbo last night. Don
beat me in cribbage again.
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