New porch, sunset, and John Grisham. Sigh. 🙂
Life’s been busy on the farm. The men are planting beans and servicing the wheat harvest machinery. The grain gold should be ready any day now.
Life’s been busy at home. I’ve been passive agressive with the pharmacy. I’ve almost found homes for all the wedding presents. I’m chipping away at the Chore Checklist Lite, which has been mostly ignored since March. The other half got the porch installed early last week, and the roof on it Friday. We had people over Saturday night to enjoy it. We also got new curtains.
I much approve. I also enjoyed disposing of the old monstrosities…
Nothing better than 15 year old polyester to kick up a bonfire!!
Life’s also been busy at work. Everyone always wants something from you, and they want it yesterday. But my yellow shirt came in!
But all in all, I can’t complain. Life is full of blessings.
I’ve always been fascinated by Interstates. One lonely stretch of road, connecting Here and There. They lay wherever government planners decided- decisions made with little regard to what small towns they did or didn’t connect to the big cities. And every day you take the Interstate, you get on with a purpose, a route, a story. You take exits at certain intervals, to change roads, to refuel, to end your journey. And although it’s a reflex to peek at fellow drivers during passing (or getting passed), although you’ve developed your stereotype of the driver by his or car, although you may relate to a bumper sticker or a vanity plate, in the end you know no more of their Interstate story than they know of yours. They don’t realize you’re ending an 11 drive back to your true love – they just know they should have left for work 20 min ago.
As it is on the highway, it is in life. You don’t know why I skipped last night blogging and almost forgot tonight any more than I know why you haven’t been reading your WordPress feeds.
Tomorrow, we trek to Stillwater for the third week in a row, not for us or for the sake of going, for once, but for my brother-in-law’s graduation. As we begin our married life, he begins his graduate school career. As he revels in the freedom of summer, we make plans for front porches and rocking chairs and schedule doctors appointments. And frankly, everyone is happy focusing on their own journey.
So good night, all, and be patient on the roads. You don’t know anyone’s story.
New chapter in my life, new blog. Sounds fitting, yeah? And also it’s easier to create a new account for the app than try to manipulate my old blog to be cool… And, you know, not focused on that blasted wedding. We survived it – chalk it up to love and celebrate it for giving me full possession of that which makes my heart happiest. 🙂
This is my farmer. Even in the Carib, he insisted on wearing his Wranglers and reppin PASS. He also has this fascination with these shades, even though he keeps losing them…
This is my other buddy. He’s really a Daddy’s boy, though. Don’t let the fluffy ears fool you, no fancy food or digs (pun intended) for this farm dog. 🙂
These boys take up the majority of my time on the farm, which is rather.distressing. Who would have thought the girl raised in the dirt and educated in the nitty gritty of agriculture would wind up working somewhere like:
This?? It is what it is, though, and so my new life – and thus, new blog – revolves around the juxtaposition of a farm wife in a city life.
Until next time,