First of all, Mr. C. and I have been living at a mile-a-minute since two Fridays ago. On one hand, we're only able to function at this pace because we've been perfectly in tune with one another. (Praise God!) On the other hand, we can only keep up this way for so long, right? Right? There is no end in sight, which is both exciting and exhausting.
This past weekend presented the arrival of perfect Spring weather here. Saturday afternoon also presented all three children napping for the same two hours. Mr. C. and I worked on the site of our soon-to-be garden: It had been landscaped with rocks by our home's previous owners. We shoveled, and shoveled, and shoveled some more. We dug out a ton of rocks. Literally. It was fantastic. The sun shining, the breeze fresh and soft, the dirt just damp enough to give way easily, the aroma of turned earth rising up like perfume.
Two hours of shoveling cleared out about one-third of the area we're wanting to plant.
I used everything I'd ever learned about "lever," "fulcrum," and "pivot" in my search for the most ergonomic shoveling posture.
Given the current economic climate here in the States, my goal is to have our house paid off as soon as possible, and have the only "leverage" remaining in my life that of the shovel's handle against my thigh.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
We're in the same situation.
I would love to just quit my job and go live off the land in the hills somewhere, but that's not very practical and I would probably regret it later.
The more rational side of me knows it's best to just keep working until all debts are paid off, then quit my job.
Sometimes I also think I would love to live out in the country and homestead. As it is, we live in town, but we are trying to put our yard to as much use as possible.
Good luck with your goal of being able to stay home!
Post a Comment