Friday, June 08, 2012

Line Drawing

After spending 11 years as a single-again woman in the "big city" of Charlotte, NC, it was quite a change to get married and move to the country. In September we will celebrate our 8th anniversary, and, if I do say so myself, I think I'm doing a pretty good job of adjusting to life on the dairy farm.

In either locale, the homemaker's chores are pretty much the same (cooking, cleaning, baking, canning & freezing, laundry, mending, making do) ... but multiplied by 10 or so. "Wait a minute!" you say. "You were one person, you married another person, so that makes two. How can you say your duties were multiplied by 10?" You'll just have to trust me on this.
In addition to the household duties, I try to be helpful around the farm. I can drive the Bobcat or tractor when needed, I jog over hill and dale to help round up the cows when they "get out," I take care of lots of kitties, and I help milk cows every morning and evening. I'm even beginning to learn about gardening, both flowers and vegetables. Baby steps....
Yesterday afternoon I heard Weldon hollering, "Get out the pot!!" I hurried to the door to see what was happening. "Turtle soup!!" he cried.
This is where I draw the line.  


  1. GAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
    ...I'm glad you drew the line.

  2. Hehe! He's trying to mess with you! Keep those boundaries firm. :)

  3. Was hitting "next blog" and came across your post. I'd stop at turtle soup, too.