When Chandra was a baby, we lived out Kiphen Road, in a 90-year-old clapboard house that sat in the middle of 26 acres of Johnson grass, right about where that nursery is, now. We had many adventures there, which was good, because it would have been really, really boring, otherwise.
I like the idea of living in the country; but the reality of it was depressing. For a start, I had neither car nor drivers' license. I also had a toddler. And a husband who dealt with people all day, and didn't want to do so in the evening. So, Chandra and I were alone there all day, and the three of us were alone there all night.
Most of our adventures were tiny. For instance, I once saw ball lightning out there. Well, actually, it came in. Actually, it was sort of ping-pong ball lightning. A very small ball came in the back screen door during a storm. It darted immediately under the stove, and fried the plug that the stove clock used. The socket was fine, but the clock was never the same.
There are more tiny adventures, but I'll save them for later.
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