Barnyard brawl in ... three.. two... one...
But then we go to the grocery store and see the sky high food prices or hear of someone else who worked their entire life, retired at the appointed time....and promptly became disabled - or worse, flopped over dead before they could "enjoy" their life. Sometimes I feel like we are cheating the system because we are (mostly) happy now. Is everything perfect? Nope. But we kinda feel like we are doing what we want and not what someone is telling us to do.
Every time I think that maybe I should just get a "real" job I think of that 100 mile round trip commute I'd have to make everyday and it just seems ridiculous. The article's author does the math here and it's pretty much what I keep coming up with also. Plus I keep thinking about what he says here, " You can live free with less, or you can sell your soul to your “conveniences.” "
Sometimes I get weird comments from people. I think maybe they have an idealistic view of what our life is like... even tho you know I'll only tell you the truth about farming. Frankly I wish I had that idealistic life that people imagine. I wish I could leisurely get up in the morning, go out to singing birds and sunshine everyday, see adorable goats and cute chicks all happily enjoying life in the Peaceable Kingdom... But that's not what it's really like.
I've been up since 4:30 in the AM. It's currently 6* and when I head out for chores it will be like trying to control a kindergarten full of flying monkeys. That tom turkey took a swing at me yesterday, the geese tried to kill me, Zander tried to kill the geese, and the goats got out. The truth is, all of them goats will be lucky to make it thru what's left of this never ending winter because I'm mighty hungry for a burger and all them ridiculous goats are on my last good nerve.
We live toward the lean side so I'll be spending today making sure all of my time and resources are spent wisely, so not one second of my time and not one ounce of flour or feed or food is wasted.
Maybe I'll dream about getting up late - you know like at 6 or 6:30am, putting on a clean shirt, having someone else fix me a plate of food, sitting inside in a cushy office all day, and planning my next trip to Maui. Sometimes that sounds pretty good too.
My Chief of Staff, Little Mo. Decidedly cuter than any other assistant out there.
Whatever your definition of comfort or convenience is.... I can tell you one thing. The staff meetings around here are far more interesting. Failing your performance review... or "meeting expectations" of looking tender and delicious ... pretty much means you'll be the star of a special dinner in your honor.... if you know what I mean.
Here is a link to the book mentioned in the article, Creating the Low-Budget Homestead
Happy Tuesday everyone! Are you wondering what makes sense and what makes cents? Have you done the math?
Editors note: See that is an affiliate link. No, I have not read that book but it's now on my list. Check out that guy's magnificent beard!