I should write profound thoughts about chickens and goats and goals and work. Deep musings on my future life and progress made to get there.
The truth is.. Today. Just today, I'm giving in. I'm giving up. I'm tired of fighting. I just got home from a weekend north with Peter. Every time I go I must make arrangements for my mother to be taken care of. I must make arrangements for my daughter. I must beg favors from others. I must reschedule and rearrange appointments.
Then I go and while I'm gone chaos ensues back home. Anarchy and discontent thrive.
Here is a public statement - I am grateful to all my friends who are always there for me. I am blessed to have such people in my life.
I am certain that once things calm down here and my children start talking to each other, and me, again, that I will have a better outlook on life.
Oh.. wait. I'm better already. I knew it wouldn't last!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
It seems so weird..
It seems so weird to have had a "normal" weekend after such a tragedy. But that's what happened. I guess life must go on. Peter came down on Thursday and off to the beach we went.
Low tide in Lincoln City was about 11:30p.m. At midnight we were crawling around the beach hunting agates and poking around in tidepools. I confess that for a few minutes, while Peter thought I was eagerly hunting rocks, I simply stared out at the dark ocean contemplating life and death.
It was good for me. Peter called it therapy. It was.
Saturday we went to Lebanon to visit Babs & David. Every year they have a big Halloween party. Peter and I went as conjoined twins. We took two shirts and sewed them together. We wore the costume for
about 5 minutes. It was just impossible to eat and drink dressed that way.
Babs and David have 4 little goats. I got to pet them and talk to them. Man, I can't wait to have my own goats! They are SO cute!!
Sunday we finally got around to bottling our mead and liquer. We ended up with 32 bottles each of raspberry, blackberry, and a raspberry/blackberry blend liqueur as well as 17 quarts of Mead.
Making the mead was such learning experience, streching the bounds of our relationship. Bottling it was so very different. Peter and I seem to have figured out the whole working together thing. We functioned like a well oiled machine (and I don't mean we were drinking while we bottled.. uh.. much - a little tasting was required of course.)
This is encouraging, we may just be able to build a house together after all!
Low tide in Lincoln City was about 11:30p.m. At midnight we were crawling around the beach hunting agates and poking around in tidepools. I confess that for a few minutes, while Peter thought I was eagerly hunting rocks, I simply stared out at the dark ocean contemplating life and death.
It was good for me. Peter called it therapy. It was.
Saturday we went to Lebanon to visit Babs & David. Every year they have a big Halloween party. Peter and I went as conjoined twins. We took two shirts and sewed them together. We wore the costume for
about 5 minutes. It was just impossible to eat and drink dressed that way.Babs and David have 4 little goats. I got to pet them and talk to them. Man, I can't wait to have my own goats! They are SO cute!!
Sunday we finally got around to bottling our mead and liquer. We ended up with 32 bottles each of raspberry, blackberry, and a raspberry/blackberry blend liqueur as well as 17 quarts of Mead.
Making the mead was such learning experience, streching the bounds of our relationship. Bottling it was so very different. Peter and I seem to have figured out the whole working together thing. We functioned like a well oiled machine (and I don't mean we were drinking while we bottled.. uh.. much - a little tasting was required of course.)
This is encouraging, we may just be able to build a house together after all!
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