Thursday, May 27, 2010

injaynesworld we "Awake To A Rooster..."

Every morning, right around six he lets it be known that the world has blessed us all with a new day and it’s time we dragged our butts out of bed and enjoyed it.

After nearly a lifetime as a city dweller, I left the traffic, smog, and crowds of Los Angeles for the beauty and serenity of a small rural community in central California and quickly realized that I had a lot to learn.     

The people here are warm and friendly, never too hurried to stop for a chat.  To avoid a neighbor’s eye or mutter a brisk hello while moving on will not endear you.  True, I’ve had to avoid grocery shopping during peak hours or risk my ice cream becoming a puddled mess in my cart, but when you’re sick or have lost a loved one, you can count on this whole community to wrap you in its arms. 

There’s not much nightlife, so people entertain mostly at home.   For my very first dinner invitation the host carefully instructed me to avoid driving over the wet cow paddies as they would splash up on my car and create quite a mess.   I agreed to be mindful of that and thanked him for his advice.   However, not in all my years had I ever received such an instruction and I couldn’t help thinking it odd.   Not so much that he would caution me to avoid driving over wet cow paddies, but that he would just take it for granted that I’d be able to tell the wet ones from the dry ones.   As I drove to their home that night, it seemed a good idea to simply avoid all of them, which I did.   I’m just grateful the sheriff wasn’t around to watch my car zigzagging down the road as I’m certain I would have been arrested on the spot. 

As a newcomer, I was eager to plant my first vegetable garden.  It can only be learned by experience that two zucchini plants are more than enough, and if you don’t lock your car here in the summer other newcomers will fill it with the green stuff, but there is nothing quite like eating food that you’ve grown yourself.   

As for our dress code, you don’t want to be strolling around town looking too clean.   If you don’t smell like a horse or a cow and have at least one trace of some kind of manure somewhere on your person, people will think you work for the government and regard you with suspicion.   Other than that, we’re a trusting bunch and seldom even lock our doors. 

When I broke my neck and was hospitalized for several weeks, friends would stop by the post office to pick up my mail.   They didn’t need my box key.   The postmaster knew them, knew me, handed it over and sent her best wishes.   I’m sure this broke all sorts of federal laws, but we don’t worry much about stuff like that.   Whenever someone in town dies, we lower the flag in the town square to half-mast for an entire week which, apparently, is also illegal, but that’s how we honor our own.  

Soon after I first moved here, I came out of the post office one day to find a mule-drawn cart carrying a coffin moving down the street on its way from the church to the cemetery.  Cars respectfully pulled over to let it pass, while people on the sidewalk bowed their heads and took off their hats.   Then everyone went on their way like it was the most common sight in the world.  That took a little getting used to.

Like any community, we have our problems with traffic.  Only here it might mean being stuck behind your neighbor’s tractor for half a block or so.  We don’t mind.  None of us is ever in much of a rush anyway.   When out-of-town guests come to visit them, I caution them to slow down and under no circumstances touch their horn.   Honking is reserved for only the most dire of emergencies and is otherwise considered the height of rudeness.   It’s not unusual for townsfolk who have been honked at to stop, get out of their vehicle, approach the offending honker and deliver a polite but firm WTF.

Some of my friends in L.A. wondered how long I’d last up here “in the boonies.”   It’s been 15 years now and I can honestly say I wouldn’t live anywhere else. 

Your heart knows when it’s home.

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