Half of the year has flown by already. It’s been a productive and crazy year so far. At the end of January I sat down and got serious about what needed to change this year. A month after most people make their resolutions for the year, I finally made some space to do the same. Of course, the same 4 culprits ended up on the menu: sort the job, get rid of lingering debt, get my love life out of storage and deal with my weight and health.
I’m pleased to report that I finally quit the job that was eroding my will to live and started at a new place. It’s been an adjustment but the positives outweigh the negatives so far. By a lot! So check item 1 off the list.
Shortly after starting the job, I decided to take the plunge and start dating again. I’ve met someone who makes me happy, even though the geography of it sucks but we’re figuring it out. Hence the lack of free time to write as much as I usually do. Racking up the miles between Illinois and Michigan! We definitely challenge each other because we’re opposite in a lot of ways, but we’re the same in the ways that matter so it’s working out so far. Check item 3 off the list.
I’ve made a dent in the lingering debt and have a solid plan drawn up to get it all gone within 10 months and the new job is going a long way to making the plan work. So item 2 is an ongoing work in progress and I can SEE the progress, which is a huge motivator in seeing it through.
That leaves item 4. Health and weight. The ongoing anchor that I drag through every single year without making any tangible or concerted effort to address the problem. The first 6 months of the year have been busy and I can see progress in the other 3 areas on my list. That leaves 6 months to tackle the 1 item remaining. I started yesterday. Of course, a Monday. It’s in the rules somewhere. As to how I’m going to make it work, that’s not set in stone. The goal is set at 20 lbs, so now to get to work on it. Here’s to checking off all 4 goals by December 31st! 2018 is definitely shaping up to be a great vintage!
I stumbled across Moonshine, IL completely by accident. It’s a known fact that the internet is just a huge rabbit hole and in a few short clicks you’ve fallen in. What starts off as an internet search for one thing can end up light years away in a few simple clicks. That’s what happened on Friday. I’m not entirely sure what I was looking for, but I ended up on a list called ‘219 weird and usual things to do in Illinois.’
If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you will be familiar with my weird fascination with cemeteries. That was the first thing that caught my eye on the list; a witch’s grave in St. Omer Cemetery about 170 miles south of where I live. A few clicks later I was on a page for Moonshine, IL; according to the online reviews, this place makes the best burgers EVER. Moonshine is 30 miles south of St Omer so figured why not? 2 birds, one road trip.
Moonshine Store, IL
Moonshine is one building with a population of 2 people. It is a simple old-style store along a county road located at a crossroad. It would be difficult to find without the modern wonder of GPS. There is nothing else for miles. They are open from 6am – 12:30, 6 days a week. Given that it is a 3 hour trip from my house, it made sense to stop there first because there’s no closing time at the bone orchard. The food was on a time limit. The weather was not great so luckily I had the store to myself until another family arrived. Apparently it’s usually packed! This is a cash-only store but no fear, there’s an ATM in the store if you find yourself short of cash. There is a $3 charge to use the ATM.
I got chatting to the couple manning the grill. What great people! The decor is eclectic and it feels like time stopped somewhere in the 50’s. It’s how I imagine all the stores are along Route 66. Vintage. Rustic. Brilliant!
I let them order me whatever they felt like making which turned out to be a bacon cheeseburger. Fresh hand-made beef patty which was so juicy, a slab of cheese topped with crispy bacon on the softest bun I’ve had in ages. It’s about the size of a paper plate so take your appetite! I sat outside on the little wooden bench on the porch, under cover watching the rain. A few more cars pulled up. The lady behind the counter suggested I head back into Casey and handed me a map of sights that I absolutely HAD to see.
What started out as a trip for a burger and a bone orchard turned into a trip through small town America. Heading north I turned right at the only set of traffic lights in Casey. About a block up that road, I came to the world’s largest rocking chair across the road from the world’s largest wind chimes! If you’ve ever wondered what people do in small towns, wonder no more!
Casey, IL
This little Illinois town is home to some of the world’s largest oddities. In the space of 3 blocks, you can see the world’s largest rocking chair, wind chimes, spinning top, pencil, mailbox and wooden shoes. Drive a mile or three and you’re at the world’s largest golf tee and pitchfork. Heading north out of town, pull into the JJet car park and you’ll find the world’s largest rocking horse on the porch.
You can access the wind chimes through the cafe next door. You can pull the rope and ring the chimes for free!
The largest wooden shoes are in a little souvenir shop behind the world’s largest mailbox. Be sure to stop in and pick up a postcard. The friendly staff behind the counter will happily put a stamp on it for you and you can hoof up 4 flights of stairs into the mailbox to mail them off. It will be postmarked from ‘The World’s Largest Mailbox’. I mailed myself a postcard! They sell international stamps as well if you’re visiting from abroad and want to send one home.
St Omer Cemetery
The cemetery is about 30 miles north of Casey down a 2 track road into the bush. Don’t worry, it’s not as creepy as it sounds. I was the only person there. It’s not a large cemetery and when you stand facing it, Caroline Barnes’ grave is in the far right hand corner, under a tree. All the other graves are in neat rows, facing east/west. Caroline’s grave is under the tree, facing north/south. The headstone is a ball on top of a pile of wood. This is meant to be symbolic of a witch’s crystal ball and the pyre of wood she was allegedly burned on.
Some say she was burned, others say she was hanged and then buried. Local legend has a way of changing depending on who you’re speaking to. The oddity is the date of death on her headstone. Feb 31, 1882, the day that never was. This oddity is what keeps people visiting the cemetery long after she would probably have faded into obscurity.
Again, depending on who you speak to, some say the date was merely a typo on the headstone but it was too expensive to rectify so it was left as is. Others believe the date was intentional. It was believed that a witch’s spirit could return on the anniversary of her death so by making the date impossible, she would never be able to return. I know which version of the story I prefer. It’s infinitely more intriguing having a feared witch buried under a headstone designed to keep her in the Otherworld than a simple typo on a headstone accidentally facing the wrong direction.
The internet is a treasure trove of weird and wonderful things. A great day out is just one rabbit hole away!
2017 is done and dusted and once again it’s time to look ahead with the proverbial list of New Year’s Resolutions in hand of everything we’re going to do this year. The list looks a lot like the list at the beginning of last year, and the year before that… It’s easy to be full of optimism with the promise of a fresh slate ahead and the motivation to get it done.
But how are YOU different today? What magically changed when the clock struck midnight? The chances are your mindset today is exactly the same as it was yesterday, except today there’s a bit a bit more enthusiasm to tackle the endless list of things we want to change about our lives and selves. I recently watched a video a friend posted and the speaker made an excellent point. We treat things like our health and relationships as events when they should be a lifestyle.
If you think about it, he’s spot on. An event is an optional one-time thing but a lifestyle is every day. When you put your goal weight up as something to achieve, how likely is it that you’ll stick to it? I haven’t. I have never made healthy living a lifestyle, only a goal on a list somewhere that I may or may not get around to. I’ll always be the person who will choose a good book over going to the gym or going for a long walk. I know this about myself. Standing at the starting line of a new year is the same person who crossed the finish line last year. I am not different so the question becomes what will I DO differently this year?
Health isn’t something you arrive at. It’s something you live. You don’t go to bed overweight and unhealthy then wake up svelte and glowing. Health is lived consciously. Make better decisions in order to remove the things that degrade your body; manage your stress and move your body. Automatically reaching for a double sugar, extra cream coffee to start your day isn’t going to magically bring you a different result just because you want it to. Personally most of my food choices are automatic because I know I like them and that’s one less decision I need to make when I’m tired. The problem is the automatic choice isn’t the right one if I’m aiming to change my body and health so it has to be a conscious decision if I want a different result.
Another caveat is that you have to be willing to accept where you are now. It’s not easy, believe me I know. It’s not easy to look in the mirror and take stock of it all. Denying the problem will not drive you to solve it. You have to admit that it’s broken before you can fix it. Tell it like it is in all its brutal honesty. Take responsibility for what you’ve created to this point and do not blame someone or something else for your predicament. It is very important that you understand this.
Let me give you an example. About 5 years ago, I sorted my health out and dropped 20 lbs over the course of a year. I’d finally done what I’d wanted to do for years and was so proud of what I’d accomplished. Then winter rolled around and for the first time in my life I experienced Seasonal Affective Disorder. I’d always laughed SAD off as a fluffy condition that couldn’t possibly be real. Oh was I wrong! It was the roughest winter I’d ever experienced until that point and I went into depression virtually overnight. The smallest thing felt impossible to cope with. My energy levels disappeared, I could barely function; mentally it felt like a black hole and it came out of nowhere. I went to see my doctor and being in Murica, I walked out with a prescription for anti-depressants. What she failed to mention was that anti-depressants have weight gain as a side-effect. I went up 17 lbs in 6 weeks without changing a single thing about my diet. A year’s worth of effort was wiped out in just over a month.
I’ve blamed that medication for my current weight for 5 years now. Sure, the weight gain in that instance was not necessarily my fault but it was MY responsibility. I could have asked about the side effects before blindly accepting that prescription but I didn’t. There are alternative ways to deal with depression but I chose the quick fix. I am responsible for my health, not my doctor so I decide what goes into my body, no-one else. The event that derailed my weight was not my fault but I’ve spent the past 5 years using it as an excuse. Having an excuse just means having a reason not to do anything about it but taking responsibility changes the game. Taking responsibility means taking the reins and dealing with what needs to be done.
It’s time to ditch the blame because it’s just an excuse not to change. Take responsibility for getting to where you need to be. No-one is coming to do it for us so we can step up and deal with it, or go back and crawl under the comfort of our excuses. For our life to change, our lifestyle has to change. Health isn’t a pet project; it’s a commitment. Relationships aren’t a part-time event; they’re an ongoing work-in-progress. Building a business isn’t a 6 week crash course; it’s a constant game of change and adapt. Decide what is worth living every day because that’s what it’s going to take. Decide. Then go and live it.
To quote Queen Elizabeth II, this has definitely been my annus horribilis. 2017 will go down as my worst vintage since 1998. The end just cannot come quickly enough.
At the end of each year I look back at the highlights of the year and while there were a few, the misery of the year just dulls whatever light they added. The Universe has delivered yet another kick to the balls for my hope to get back to Scotland. It feels like there’s no air left in my world right now; just crushing disappointment and the possibility that I need to let the dream die. Then knowing that if I let the dream die, I’ll need to make peace with making my current situation permanent and I’d rather ram a bamboo shoot under all my finger nails than agree to that. My stubbornness won’t let me make peace with that.
I’ve searched for balance this year and for the most part have been able to maintain a level of it but the last half of this year has tested my resolve beyond the limits. I’ve finally reached that limit. It feels like something inside has snapped and I’m rip-someone’s-spine-out angry.
We each bring a ‘weapon’ into this world. It’s the character trait that sees us through difficult times. Your ‘weapon’ can be your unfailing optimism, sheer stubbornness or just eternal hope that doesn’t waver in times of trouble. My ‘weapon’ has been my work ethic; the mindset that no matter how crazy things get, I can push through and deliver in the end. For the first time in my life I’m considering forfeit; just running up the white flag and saying ‘enough, I’m done.’ It’s just not worth it anymore. The prize for winning the battle is just another battle because the winners fight the next round. I’m tired and another year is ending with no hope on the horizon of the scenery changing. The horizon is just a pile of battles that still need to be dealt with and no mention of reinforcements.
Upheaval saps your energy and when there’s no time to devote to restoring that energy, it drains away taking everything with it. Higher energy brings higher things into your life and low energy brings low-energy things to your life. The past few weeks have drained what was left of my energy and all that’s left is total bedlam and no will to fight it.
There’s a time to look for the positives and there’s a time to grieve. Every day I look at the Saltire hanging on my wall and tell myself ‘soon.’ Reality is running on a different script of ‘never’ and still I cannot make myself take it down, fold it up and put it away. Holding onto that tiny speck of hope that I’ll get home is what makes this place bearable.
The road home from Monasterboice took me through Wicklow Mountains National Park. If you’ve ever watched PS: I love you, then you’ll know that’s where she got lost and met Hottie O’Irish! Tragically, there were no lost hot Irish guys wandering around looking for a forever home.
It’s a peaceful drive with quite a few places to pull over and grab some snaps. I was surprised to see a ruin at the bottom of one of the hills. It would be the perfect cottage if you’re looking for an open plan, permanently air-conditioned layout. I think on my next trip I’ll make a plan to do a hike here because it looks amazing!
Last stop of the day was The Beehive pub for some fish, chips and a pint of Guinness. Man, the food here is divine!
Over a stellar breakfast and coffee at the Cafe Latte in Ashford, I picked today’s random destination – Monasterboice. It was a bit of a drive in Irish terms but in American distance, it’s just up the road. A quick 2 hour drive north of Dublin, a few scary roads and a chocolate stop, I ended up at Monasterboice. There was 1 other car there so it was great having the place to myself before the bus load of tourists arrived.
It’s another early Christian settlement, established in the late 400’s by one of St. Patrick’s original followers. During my 2015 trip to Scotland, I was marveling at a chapel built in the 1,100’s. Ireland is on a completely different playing field.
Monasterboice is most famous for its high Celtic crosses built in the 10th century, with Muiredach’s High cross considered one of the best in Ireland. Each panel of the cross features biblical carvings from both old and new testaments. There are 2 other crosses on the site (North and West Crosses) but they’re slightly more worn down from the elements and aren’t as high.
There’s also a round tower, similar to the one at Glendalough, which was built around the time of the Norman invasions. Very Rapunzel-like.
The detail on the carvings came out better on monochrome photos so took a bunch to capture the detail and how well many of them have weathered over the ages.
It’s a beautiful site and well worth a visit if you happen to be around that way. Even if you’re not, it’s worth a drive. Most people only spend about half hour there but if you’re anything like me, you’ll take a stroll through the headstones and that takes some time. The old and new side by side brings home how integral history is in this place. History isn’t written over but exists alongside the new and it’s seamlessly stitched together as if it was always meant to be that way. The most recent grave there was 3 weeks old. Life and death go on down the centuries like an unbroken line and the history endures.
I’m not from a religious family but I find peace and tranquility in places like this. Some people avoid these places because they’re not of the faith depicted but personally I find that it doesn’t require a matching faith to appreciate the true beauty and energy of these ancient ruins. Marvel at the history and let the world wait a while. Pause a minute at the resting places of those who have gone before because we’ll be joining them soon enough.
This is the second holiday hurricane for me. Ophelia blew into town so the day was spent under a blankie with a book, cheese, crackers and a whiskey.
My room has skylights so I lay on the sofa under the skylights watching the leaves blow overhead. There were a few crunching noises so it sounds like a few trees have succumbed to gravity. Guess we’ll see what that looks like tomorrow…
The Irish are taking it all in stride with declarations of ‘aye, it’ll be grand. I have a tractor to move the trees so no worries about the roads!’ The roads around the farm are quite similar to the ones around Kilcrohane – narrow as heck and LOTS OF TREES! Should be an interesting day tomorrow. Until then, I’m thanking all the gods that buildings here are made of stone and aren’t likely to blow off into the blue yonder any time soon. And if they do, we have a tractor.
We got the full Irish fry-up this morning, complete with black pudding. I’ve gotten brave on this trip so scoffed the lot, including Mykal’s black pudding. I’m fairly sure I’ll go home with cholesterol but meh, it’s delicious so no regrets!
After brekkie we headed off to the botanical gardens which are just up the road from Springfarm Cottage. Thankfully it didn’t rain so we had a good stroll through the place. So peaceful! As we walked in, there were purple crocuses growing under the trees and in the grass, which was gorgeous! All those saffron stamens just decorating the place.
After the gardens, we took a drive to Brittas Bay and went for a walk on the beach. We were completely under-dressed because it was cold and windy. Everyone else had coats and we showed up in light jerseys and barefoot because who wears shoes to the beach!? We had to put our toes in the sea, which was totally flat until we needed to touch it. At that point we got knee deep in a rogue wave. Oops… Thankfully we got a picture before that happened because we were too cold after that to do anything but run for the local pub and scoff lunch.
Sadly after lunch, it was home to pack and dropped Mykal off at the plane station. I hate goodbyes and it was really difficult to watch him leave. Love that lunatic to the moon and back! I’ll hopefully be back there soon enough – the dream lives on.
Mykal and I headed out to Glendalough ruins after a simple breakfast. The scenery on the drive was so beautiful and serene. The drive was somewhat less serene with scary narrow roads but we got to the ruins early enough to grab a parking spot. Always a good start! We managed to get there before it became too crowded. It’s a really popular place with tour buses so if you’re headed that way, take that into consideration and plan to get there early.
The monastery was founded by St Kevin back in the 6th century. That something founded so long ago still stands, even if only partly, is truly incredible. It’s set in a valley, with a small river that winds past the settlement. The trees in the valley are starting to turn as autumn sets in and it gives the place a truly magical feel. It was destroyed by the English in 1398.
Some of the buildings were rebuilt in later centuries, using stone from the original ruins.
The Cathedral was one of the largest early Christian churches in Ireland but stopped being a cathedral back in 1214. The decorated chancel arch was added in the 12th century. The gravestones that you see against the wall are from medieval times.
After leaving Glendalough, we headed down to Wicklow for a spot of lunch at Phil Healy’s. DELICIOUS! If you’re in that neck of the woods, it’s worth a stopover. Their slow-cooked brisket was sublime and I had my first Guinness. Then a quick trek up a steep hill to Black Castle ruins, which was little more than a wall left standing of what was once a castle.
All in all it was a damn fine day in the Emerald Isle!
I spent my last full day in Kilcrohane just relaxing. The weather wasn’t great so cooked up a delicious breakfast with the last of the supplies Claire dropped off and sorted out an Irish coffee.
On the peninsula, just outside Ahakista, is a memorial to those who died in the Air India bombing in 1985. I’d never heard of this disaster until I stopped there. Their final resting place is truly beautiful.
In the afternoon, I took a drive down to the point to Bertie’s Coffee Shop. The fog was rolling in quite heavily so I was the only person there. She makes a DIVINE vegetable soup and the bread is delicious! She’s a laugh to talk to. Had a final cup of tea for the road then drove back down to the cottage. Tomorrow it’s off to Dublin to meet my friend, who is popping in for the weekend. Cannot wait to see him! Then off down to Wicklow for a week. Time seems to be flying by and I really wish it wouldn’t…