Day 2: October 3, 2017
The sunrise here on the main campus is beautiful, looking out from the porch outside the library (my picture doesn't nearly capture it) but I was anxious to get back to the cabin. I read that snakes don't "hear", but they feel vibrations on the ground with their body, so when I got back to the cabin I stomped around, letting the snake know I was there. I read that ring necked snakes are non aggressive and shy, so maybe knowing I was back would keep it away.
Also, Allen, head of maintenance, had come over early that morning and patched the cracks in the stone fireplace with concrete. He also sealed some holes under the kitchen sink and in the bathroom: he knew where this snake was getting in. In fact, I read in the log book that the person before me had seen three snakes: one small one under the writing desk, another small on in the bathroom while exiting the shower, and the big one I saw in the fireplace. Eek.
To try to make myself feel more at home in the cabin, I decided to cook. I roasted some potatoes and made a tahini dipping sauce (tahini, garlic, lemon juice, soy sauce) which was so delicious. I also planned out some possible meals for the rest of the week, even though meals are provided at Wildacres. These were ones I planned:
- Taco salad (beans, greens, salsa)
- Tacos: kale, cashew cheese, salsa, beans or tofu salad
- Peanut butter tempeh
- Red lentil berbere
- French fries…that tempeh sauce was amazing
- Stuffed sweet potatoes
- Baked potato with cashew cheese and salsa
- Mashed potatoes with onion, mushrooms, greens and salsa
- Chickpea salad
For breakfast: Oats with nutmilk and fruit, which I am eating right now. Snacks are rice cakes, tofu and other salads, fruit, tacos, steamed kale.
I'm having trouble figuring out what I want to work on while here. I applied with the idea that I would work on my memoir, which I began here last year, but I haven't felt like pulling that out. So far, I've been working on "I remember" essays, then taking a memory and expanding it.
Currently I am working on two essays: one about training for and running the Cleveland Marathon in 2007, one about getting to my first day of second grade at a new school, and having to admit I didn't notice my bus number. I am trying to make them super funny, because I am applying for The Humorist In Residence at the Erma Bombeck's Writer's Workshop: A Hotel Room of One's Own. The application is due in three days and I have to send in a funny essay.
I am sleeping in the lodge again tonight. I can't bring myself to overcome my fears and stay in this cabin, though during the day I really love it here, especially sitting out on the porch and watching the gray squirrels leap from tree to tree with acorns in their mouths.