I have this friend named Karen. She was so right when she said, living in this rural farm environment that, “you need another man around.” My husband just informed me we need to move a new freezer in and everything needs to be moved from one to another. What? I was planning on relaxing in my robe while having peeled grapes fed to me today. That doesn’t fit into my plans.
Living in the city, everything was made very easy for me. My recycling was picked up twice a month right at the curb. What? Yes. Right at the curb. Now we keep everything separated in large trash cans in the garage and we transport it 30 minutes away to be recycled. Messy. Dirty. Smelly work. Can I just say I was spoiled in my former life? The trash man came twice a week and miraculously made your discarded materials disappear, no matter the amount. Not here. There is a limit. Get used to it. Smile. In the city there really was no heavy lifting except maybe the convenience water bottles I purchased almost by the pallet from Costco because the water where I lived was unpalatable and full of chlorine. Hallelujah, fresh mountain lake water!
There is such a sense of accomplishment living in this place. I work hard. In a different way than I did in the city. It’s not superficial crazy busy the way it felt there. It’s meaningful, this task must be done or the animals will die kind of busy. This isn’t for the lazy or faint of heart.