Sunday, February 24, 2008


It has been three weeks now since my husband started living 4 hours away, but I got to hang out with him for most of this past week. On Monday afternoon I drove down to visit feeling giddy, like a school girl visiting her crush, and I had so much fun! It was like a little vacation and I got to get to know this future home of mine a little better and must admit, I'm warming up to it. It's pretty artsy and the downtown is cool, I haven't gotten to venture much past that so I don't have a good feel for the whole town. I had planned on doing a photo documentary of how my husband is living these days because it's so bohemian, and more than a smidge odd. After he was all moved into his apartment, I use the term apartment loosely, we walked back into the ally, I looked around at the beautiful rundowness of it all and said "Jack Kerouac would be proud." Unfortunately in the hustle and bustle of getting kids and dog out of the house and on their way to Grandma's house (yea for Grandma!) and my over excitement to get on the road to see the husband I hadn't seen in two weeks, I forgot my camera, so pictures will have to wait.

I felt inspired visiting this town with it's moderately neglected oldness. We walked up and down the main street, in and out of boutiques full of really cool stuff I will never afford. We had breakfast in the restaurant upstairs from my husband's apartment. It's so closely upstairs that the scootching of wooden chairs on the wooden floor above and the soft rumble of customers' voices was my morning alarm. We visited "The Poet's Loft", a little place about a block away. The first night they had open mic jam session. My husband is a Jack of all Musical Trades so he was up there drumming, singing, and playing guitar. The next night was their poetry slam. I'm not a poetry writer/reader, actually I'm not much into being on display in front of people, I leave that to my husband who on this night read a poem by Mother Theresa and sang a silly ditty.

My husband even got to come home with me for a day or two but now he's gone. Drove off in the cold, dark night in our as of yet topless '68 VW convertible bundled up to twice his size. While he was here he felt a little like a stranger in his own home, having had to live out of a suitcase. As he was leaving I had the feeling that I just have visitation rights to my husband, I guess that makes Hot Springs the evil stepmother. It seems there is still some warming up to be done!


HazelHoney said...

I'm glad you got to spend some time with hubby.
Good luck on your future move I hope you like the new town.

Anonymous said...

I too and glad you got to spend some time with your hubby. Hang in there, we are praying contiually for a buyer for your house.

Kiss the boys for me.

Sorry you forgot the pictures I would have liked to see them. But then I am one to talk when I had a brand new camera and did not take one picture of some of the most beautiful subject in the world!

Sunny of The Beehive said...

yes "anonymous" :) I was so upset about the camera, but there will be pictures. There have to be pictures. My artistic self won't be able to go on without taking pictures of the bohemian man in his natural habitat!

Shelley said...


I just found you via Ellen's blog. Your Etsy stuff is A. MA. ZING. I love love love it. Dan and I went to Hot Springs the summer before Sadie was born and we sat in on the "The Poet's Loft." I loved it. So Beatnik. Of course we had nothing to contribute. But we had fun :)

Sunny of The Beehive said...


So good to see you! Thanks for the compliments. I'm very sure that The Poet's Loft will be a place we visit often once we move, dependant of course on finding a new set of babysitters!

Ekio Locatiare said...

Oh you'll love Hot Springs after you've been with it awhile. It's a tourist town and so the summers buzz around there.

When you guys all get down there, head over to the Garvin Woodland Gardens and enjoy the lovely way they plant things there.

Main Street is the very artsy part of town, most of the rest is a typical town. Of course theres more clubs and bars since its a lake/tourist town but overall it has a nice feel to it.

The Poets Loft is a favorite of my husband and I'm sure if yours liked it the first time it'll be one of his as well.

I totally get the visitation rights with Hubb thing. Mine isn't 4, only 2 but he still only gets to come home every so often.

Take care!