Good internet acces (with wi-fi) is pretty high on the list of things that would make our stays at the Manse easier and more enjoyable. Also up there: a permanent end to wasp sightings, and a wood stove to cut down on the oil bills. But do you know what Raymond and I really, really want?
When we bought the Manse and started spending weekends in Queensborough, we felt a little out of place as one of the only households for miles around without a pickup truck. Since then, of course, Raymond has rectified the situation with the purchase of a far-from-new (but bright-red) truck. But lately we’ve realized that we are also ill-equipped in that we don’t have a two-wheeled trailer to hitch up to that truck. Everybody else seems to have one, and it makes perfect sense that they should: what could be more practical for hauling all the stuff you rake up from your yard this time of year (including fallen branches from the recent ice storm) to the dump? After our raking marathon at the Manse last week we have 20 big bags full of debris stashed in the garage, and that means two or more trips in the little truck to get rid of it all. If we just had a trailer like everyone else, we could do it in a single run.
(A trailer would also, of course, make it much easier to bring home nice old pieces of furniture that might catch one’s eye at the auction sale.)
If you had told me a couple of years ago that one of things I would be wanting most in life was a trailer, I would have thought it was crazy talk. But rural life just – well, it changes one’s perspective on what’s important.
In a whole lot of ways.