Big doings in my online abscense

If you follow my blog you will realize that in the last couple of months there hasn’t been anything to follow. This is because I’ve been busy in the doings of the world around me.

See that person to the far left in front (shorts and stripes)? That's me, being a little joiner.

See that person to the far left in front (shorts and stripes)? That’s me, being a little joiner.

In March I auditioned for a community theater production and that has eaten much of my free time. On top of that I decided it’d be a brilliant idea to buy a house. A week later I gave my landlord notice, two weeks later I’m out of my apartment (and back with my parents who very kindly agreed to give me refuge) and two days later I’ve bought a house. Apparently once I’ve truly put my mind to something there isn’t much that will hold me back. This can be seen as both positive and negative, I am sure.

So here I am on June 4, 2013. Tomorrow is the opening day of the musical Joseph and The Technicolor Dreamcoat (I play Dan’s wife) and in ten days I take possession of a house. I am both exhilarated and terrified. I mean this is a house. I will own something of real value and if I mess it up it will be a HUGE deal. It’s not like my apartment where if something went wrong I could call the landlord. If something goes wrong I might be able to call my parents, otherwise I really will just have to figure it out myself.

My future house!!

The realtor’s photo of my future home.

Bear with me over the next month (or two or three) because there will be many posts about the house; that is if I can maintain any sort of regular posting schedule. The basement is completely unfinished and my parents have agreed to help me finish it off pretty much as soon as I get the keys and can go in the house. So it will be lots of DIY and decorating, which falls under the purview of projects and such that I post about. I’m lucky I’ve been swamped with rehearsals over the last month or I might have gone completely mad with waiting. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve driven by, pulled up the drive way and even sat on the porch. This sounds creepier than it is because it’s actually vacant. So it’s not like anyone is living there to see me stalk my future residence….except my future neighbors.

Also, the town’s festival (Scandinavian Days) is this weekend (which is what the musical is for). Again I will be participating in the parade; in two floats if I can finagle it. Further updates about the festival, musical, and of course life in general to come.

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Ah fall, the time of the year that my skin goes all komodo dragon on me, my hair can summon socks there is so much static, and I leave for the day in a sweater and wish for a tank by the afternoon. Yes, fall is here. Joking aside fall may just be my favorite time of year. I’m a sweatshirt and jeans girl and fall is the best time for those. If you wear them in summer you will definitely get looked at funny and it’s annoying wearing full on sweatshirts in winter because they are quite bulky or grabby when layering with a winter coat. No no, fall is the time for me. Despite all the shortcomings (read the first sentence again if you’ve forgotten) they can be easily overcome: lotion, hairspray, layers. Why do I love fall so much? Everything starts back up.

The performing arts series have started back up, town activities are in full swing. I’ve already written about the Story festival, now tonight there are business tours, this weekened there is a halloween party, and then I’m in charge of trick-or-treating downtown. I’m really excited for that event, it’s the first time we’ve done it in town and so far it sounds like it will be a hit. Especially because even if the weather is bad it’s the most sensical place for people to still go. A lot of the businesses are participating so even if its really cold you can go to a lot of different places in a short amount of space. Lot’s of bang for your buck, in the kids’ eyes (and it’s free to boot). Things just happen in fall. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that after vacationing all summer one only has about two months (or so) before the ground is overcome with snow that urges things to be crammed in to the best season.

There is also the crispness in the air, the crunching of leaves underfoot and all the homey food. Fall is the best food season, with the finally (Thanksgiving) at the end. Think about it, there are apple pies, apple cider, squash, pumpkin pie and more. Its the harvest season so everything is fresh. Also the color palette isn’t to shabby. The greens fade to yellow, orange and red while still being set off by a brilliant blue sky. I was taking a drive last week and looked out at the golden fields against the blue sky and green trees and the phrase ‘Is this heaven? No it’s Iowa’ popped into my head and it’s so true. So get out and enjoy the season, it’s halfway gone already and winter is coming.

Ciao ~ Q

Once upon a time…

…there was a town called Story City that held an annual storytelling festival.

I was actually on the board for the 2012 festival and so I obviously went to some of the events. The festival kicked off on Thursday with a catered meal. The unique thing about this event was that in between courses one of the tellers would share a story. The meal was catered by Chef Chris Hansen, a local well known chef, and it was superb. The four story tellers for the festival were Dale Jarvis, Mary Hamilton, Arif Choudhury, and Maureen Korte.

This festival (for more information check out there website) has been held for the last 7 years. On Friday I headed out to the campfire to hear some scary stories by both professionals and amateurs. The first story was a Native American tale about the Windigo. It was a fun little story about how mosquitoes came about. Then there was a story about the beginning of jack-o-lanterns. One of the professional tellers also shared a story, which I thought was pretty cool since it wasn’t required. It was also perfect, Dale Jarvis loves to tell suspenseful stories as well as tales from the Brothers Grimm. The evening was wrapped up with the MC bringing out the amusing side of everyday life. I thought it was really great. It was neat because he took something simple, owning several farm cats and the yearly invasion of mice that come at harvest, and made it more. He was a crack up and he didn’t even really try to be. Which I think is the best way to be.

The next day was the big day of the festival. Complete with workshops, matinees, farmers (ish) market, and story stops. I ran the info booth at the market and it was quite the collection. There were 3 authors, several home businesses (such as Watkins, Norwex and the like), a couple vintage/antique booths, kringla, and so much more. It was a bitingly cold day. Of course, ask me and a few months and I’ll laugh about it. It was the first cold weekend of the year and it hasn’t been as cold since, but it did hit that weekend. That kept some people away from the outdoor events (such as the campfire and market) but overall it was a good turnout.

My aunt and cousin came down for the concert that night. It was a pretty fun evening especially since they ended up staying at my place. Which was a new experience for the family (rather than them staying with my parents 10 miles away). The next day I missed the ending of the festival in lieu of keeping a family tradition. That Sunday was the annual Octagon Art Festival in Ames. Unlike the day before it was a warm day, although both were bright so still enjoyable. What I love about the festival is that there is just so much to take in. You get to see all manner of art and craft types. Anywhere from a guy that takes burls (wood pieces) from the river and refines them into bowls and things to a lady that dies silk to make it look like a watercolor. Just a wide range so there is something for everyone.

The weekend finale was my first parks & rec volleyball game. It was a bit tricky since our team was pulled together last minute, comprised mainly of subs. It was the first time we’d play together and we were in the competitive league. It was still a blast though. (Update we have since played again and after one practice we were already more competitive. We still lost, but it wasn’t the annihilation it was that first week. And that is a fair comparison because, bizarrely, we played the exact same two teams.)

So that’s it. A very jammed pack weekend. Until next time ~ Q