Thursday, July 20, 2017

It's not the city...

One of the many small projects I need to do at Highlands is figure out a way to store tools.  Currently they are in a 50 gallon drum, as a sort of over-sized kitchen utensils holder  (and I don't have a pic of that right now), but ideally, they should be hanging.  I want them easy to get to, easy to store, and NOT, I repeat, NOT a place where scorpions and giant spiders can build an empire.  Also, the gloves have to be sealed in a giant zip locs because apparently their cozy dark spaces are very attractive hiding places.  When we were recently up there erecting a pergola, it gave me the willies to have to pick up each glove and shake it out.  Because that small garden tools tote is the very place that a rather large scorpion was hanging out last time I used my gloves.  Like my husband said "It is the country, after all."  It's not like I'm afraid of every. little. thing. out there.  But I am so not a fan of creepy crawlies and things that sting or bite.  Nor snakes, of which there was a large snake skin wrapped around another 50 gallon drum located just a couple feet from Mabel's steps.  At least the snakes will likely slither away as fast as they can, but the scorpion will say "come at me" as it waves it's tiny pinchers at you.


In addition, there are mice that poop on every flat surface, every type of spider you can imagine, wasps, deer, coyotes, squirrels, something else that leaves scat in front of the barn, owls and wild turkeys.  Plus, I am sure there are other creatures that I just haven't discovered yet...
Someone recently told me they thought I would hate it out there.  But it didn't have anything to do with things like scorpions or snakes.  They assumed I would be bored out my mind with no theaters, no restaurants, no neighbors, and no exciting nightlife.  But those aren't important things to me now, so I don't know why that's going to be a big deal later.  And, come to think of it, we WILL have neighbors and we DO own vehicles that can take us a short drive down the road to anything we will need.  What it won't be is crowded and loud with major traffic snarls, expensive with higher than average cost of living, and big-city unfriendly.  That person also told me that a septic system is going to be a pain, but having working potties is a non-negotiable condition for me.
I can learn to live with with all of that.
It is the country, after all. 



Saturday, July 8, 2017

The swing

Years ago I told Hubby I wanted an iron bench for a window nook just outside of our dining room in our new house.  He was so proud to show me that he had purchased one - come out and see.  To my disappointment I saw - a swing.  Not what I wanted, but he had gone to the effort and bought it, because I had asked him to.  {Lesson learned: if you have something very specific you want, don't go sending someone else to find it for you.  Do the work to find in yourself!}  I put a couple of pretty toss pillows on it, surrounded it with a couple of large potted plants, and called it done.


That swing stayed put for several years.  It was pretty in it's little spot by the house.  It was a pain in the patoot to move, and the kids had to be told several times not to try to "swing" in it it like you do on the ones at the playground.  But we didn't sit in it much anyway.  That is, until I asked him to take it up to Highlands.  He perched it on the top of the hill, looking out towards the lake, just in front of a firepit, and we sit in it every time we visit.  
And I think, "maybe this is exactly what I wanted, after all".



Saturday, July 1, 2017

Living for the weekends

I find that anymore lately I am living for the weekends.
 

I remember doing that, years ago, but in a much, much different way.  The last time I had a Monday through Friday job was in 1992.  I was working as a customer service rep at a mortgage company.  One of the top 5 worst jobs I have ever had.  I was away from my children all week, barely making enough to justify the daycare, eating ramen noodles with frozen peas for lunch, and cooking God-knows-what in the evenings after I picked up the kids from daycare. I had exactly 5 outfits to wear, so I had to clean and press them each Sunday, along with everyone else's laundry.  I was exhausted all of the time - Spencer was 3, Chloe 1 - and all of my weekend off was spent trying to catch up - on everything - cooking, cleaning, shopping, wife-ing and mothering.  I'm 100% sure it was as hard on Hubby as it was on me.  We were in our 30's but pretty clueless about many things.  And we were dirt-ass poor with family far, far away.  We might as well have been alone on Hell's Island.


Nowadays, the weekends will find Hubby and I hopping into the truck on Sundays and heading out for a day of Mexican breakfast, followed by putseying around Highlands, enjoying a bottle of wine, some sun, and maybe a nap. Dreaming up plans for what we want to do out there in the future, and not worrying about money, kids, laundry, or anything else Monday through Friday related. 
The bad ole days are gone.  Not that God has promised sunny skies from now on...but I am relishing the weekend now, while I live it.