A rose between two corns….

……or should I say two cornfields?

Spring/cabin fever can get the best of me.  This past April, I was done.  Done.  So Bethy, Abi and I took off for a short, Sunday drive.  We didn’t want to go too far, but wanted to see something new to us.  Abi suggested we drive past the monastery that was by her house.  Abi lives out in the country.  Not in the country like I do……I still have neighbors….she is wayyyy out in the country.

I’m a little shocked that I had never even heard of this monastery before.  First, because I am nosey.  Maybe that’s the wrong word.  I just have this insane need to ‘know’ things.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.  Second, I pride myself on knowing a lot about where I live.  Like Flying Horse Farm.  Go ahead K, I’ll wait while you Google it 🙂


This monastery really is in between corn fields.  It is  the St. Gregory Palamas Greek Orthodox Monastery in Perrysville.  Who would’ve thought.

We didn’t visit the monastery, for the simple fact of not knowing too much about it (ok, we didn’t know anything at all), but we did take a few pics from the road.  It seems to me that in between two corn fields is the perfect place for this.  It looks very tranquil.

Yes, of course they have a website.  St. Gregory


We then headed to a state park that was not far from home but had never visited.  Not even a drive by.  Sometimes we tend to think that for something to be good or ‘worth it’, it has to be something big and over the top.  Sometimes, we need to take pleasure in the simple things.  Mt. Gilead State Park is not big, it is not full of cliffs or gorges or a huge lake.  It has a campground, a lake to fish in, picnic areas……and trails.



They have this nice sign that says blah blah trails this way and the distances.  We, of course, (ok, ME), opted for the shorter “distance”.  Because, as stated above, we need to take pleasure in the simple things.  Because a simple, short trail won’t kill me.  But the uphill climb WILL!  Are ya kiddin’ me????  Two miles around the lake is so much better than the half mile….trust me.  It felt like I had climbed the K-12 (name that movie).  Getting down wasn’t a picnic either.  It would appear that there had been some spring flooding…..which makes a mess of downed trees and gives it the appearance of a beaver dam.  Climbing over a huge log is not a pretty sight.  Me climbing over ANYTHING is not a pretty sight.  Abi and Bethy climbing over it?  Now that’s a different story.  It’s funny, and worthy of a few pictures…..but I promised them both  I wouldn’t embarrass them….




I think we’re going to have to try this place out for a quick camping trip some weekend.  It’s close enough to home….and close to Purple Indian.  Go ahead and Google that too 😉

Don’t worry…..we also visited Hemlock Falls and the grist mill a few weekends later….



Pssst……K:     Flyin Horse Farms

…….and another hint for the movie….”I want my two dollars!’

GNO….woot woot!

Girls Night Out.  Oh, the stories that could be told from my younger years.  Every Wednesday night was THE night to go out after work.  We all worked together as operators for a phone company.  Yes, I placed your collect calls back in the day, connected you to the police and even gave you the phone number for the new pizza place in town.

We were a young, single, crazy and close group.  We chose Wednesdays because, honestly, that is when the guys played baseball and always went to the same bar after the games.  We weren’t stupid, we knew where to go <grin>.   We all would request Thursdays off so we could…..recover.  No one is more grateful for the ‘non technology’ of those days than I am.  Mighty fun times.

I have a different kind of GNO now.  It’s not on a set night and it usually ends up being spur of the moment.  Never intentional, it just…..happens.  It may happen once a month, or 2, 3, or as many as we want.  And it can go on for hours.  There can be long moments of silence, and then non-stop talking, laughing, crying.  We listen to what ever music we want to, or none at all.  We wear whatever we want, sit (or lay) where ever we want.   We eat what we want, when we want.

My kids are usually there also.  They barely know what’s going on except that I laugh a lot.  The husband is there too, but he usually ignores us and watches tv.  Or takes a nap.  My pets are there too.  Yes, this GNO is very pet-friendly.

At the end of the night, there are no long, drunken goodbye’s.  We don’t walk each other to our cars.  Most of the time we don’t even realize that GNO is over until the next morning.  Then, we usually  just pick up right where left off…that day…or maybe some other night.

These GNO’s have been going on for about the last year or two and they take place somewhere between Illinois and Ohio.

No one has to worry about being home at a certain time, because, that’s usually where we are.

One of the girls I see every few months.  Usually we just run into each other somewhere in our day-to-day life.  It’s always a nice surprise to see her.

The other one, I haven’t seen in almost 27 years.  Yes, 27 years.  Specifically, June 12, 1988.  High school graduation.

How is it possible not to see them when we have all these GNO’s?

Our GNO’s are different.  And I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  They usually start out as a simple question or comment….then it snowballs into a night of memories, tears, laughter…..and something pretty damn special.

These are some of my best nights.  And all we do is text back and forth.  Yes, that is my GNO.  I can cuddle up in my recliner, grab a book, listen to some music, pop some popcorn and spend a great evening with these two ladies.  We have a blast.  We talk about memories from school, old crushes, classmates we’ve lost.  We talk about our lives after high school, through college, pregnancies, weddings, divorces and life in general.  We cry together when one of us is hurting.  We support one another when one is struggling.  We cheer each other on.  We are there for each other.  And I don’t think any of us thought it would be like this when we were in high school.  We knew each other back then, but we were not close like we are now.

These ladies were put back into my life for a reason, and I won’t question it.  I will be forever thankful.

Love you K & K!