Ask anyone who truly knows me and they will tell you I am not a happy camper until at least 8 in the morning. I do not even truly start functioning until 9 a.m. So when I had to get up at 6 a.m. on July 21 to be at the Albion Library for Conner Prairie, I was struggle-bussing, to say the least.
I tried to make oatmeal but in my dreamy state, I picked up the wrong measuring cup. I ended up putting 1 cup of water in my oatmeal bowl, instead of the requested 2/3 cups. I did not realize this until I had already made the oatmeal and it came out looking like soupy mush. I didn’t even try to eat it, I dumped it down the drain, grabbed a granola bar and left the house.
My drive was not too bad to Albion. I could barely keep my eyes open, though I made it in one piece after driving by the library three times before calling Sheryl for directions from the courthouse.
I promise you I tried to stay awake for the drive down, but my nemesis found me. I seem to fall asleep in anything that moves for a long period of time, mostly cars and boats. Also, like I mentioned before I am not functionable until 9 am and this was 7:45 and I had been up since 6.
When I finally woke up, we were in Gas City and I felt like I slept eight hours, though it was more like an hour.
We arrived at Conner Prairie around 10:30 along with members of Stone Trace and met with three ladies, Nancy, Mary, and Rosie, who are all part of the education and programming division.
They listened to Stone Trace representatives as they asked questions on how to raise attendance, get volunteers and program ideas to center around school age children. The three women answered all the questions for over two hours as well as give advice on how to improve the hearthside dinners that Stone Trace does two times a year.
Though I was learning a lot not only about an attraction in Noble County but also, an attraction in my own backyard in Indianapolis, I started to become incoherent. I started to feel shaky, my eyes began to see yellow and then I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and that was almost 6 hours ago. Thankfully, the refreshment table had some cheese sticks and the meeting began to wrap up. The cheese only stopped me from fainting, not my stomach who was crying for food.
On the way out the door, Nancy gave us the dime tour on the history science exhibit in the main building. She showed us how kids can become interactive by building planes or windmills, two things that are very big for Indiana. The windmills represent the Flint & Walling windmills from Kendallville.
However, the coolest inventor I learned about was Marion Donovan. A mom who was tired of leaky cloth diapers developed the disposable diaper by first using a curtain around the cloth and later develop the absorbent that is now used in diapers. She, an Indiana native, was from Fort Wayne.
Once we said our goodbyes, we went out to lunch to McAlister’s Deli before heading back. This time around I did not fall asleep but instead read my book called The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt.
A day starting at 6 a.m. ended, and I drove my hour drive home hearing my bed calling for me the whole way.