It’s only the end of May and 2018 has already proved to be one hell of a year. First off, my grandmother died in January. It was hell because she was such a huge part of both my childhood and adult-life. My mother was also the primary care giver for her for several years prior to her death and I began to worry that she (my mom) wouldn’t know what to do with herself when her mother died. On several occasions, I mentioned to my husband (Red) that if she didn’t already have grandchildren, my children, I would be seriously worried that she would wither up and die after my grandmother was gone. So, when Rose, my grandmother, finally passed, I began taking the trip to San Antonio from Houston every weekend to spend time with my mom. And then we, Red and I, decided to move….out of town.
February was spent traveling to visit my mom on the weekends and then packing boxes and traveling to Marshall during the week. This has been the slowest moving experience ever. It sucks. Really, really, sucks. I already hate moving. Everything about it causes my anxiety to rise and that was before the addition of children.
I also pulled the kids from their prep-school. To save the money, yes, but to give us more freedom to come and go from Houston as we needed to. Now my kids–my extremely active, easily excited and easily bored kids–are with me all day. Guess how my high my productivity has been? Yikes. February was brutal.
April was a hodgepodge of living in two houses at once, as our ranch house starts to fill up and our Houston house starts to empty. Not the most ideal situation but we rolled with the punches.
May has still been a little hectic, what with us trying to unpack and figure out a real groove. I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The kids are going to, seriously, thrive on the ranch. We have already wrangled up some horses that we have lovingly named: Spirit, Chica Linda and Peppermint Stick. We still have a few left to name.
We plan on getting pigs and chickens and starting a garden. I’ve recently realized that we are on the verge of homesteading and that’s pretty exciting.
Life has taken and given a lot to this family in 2018 already. Let’s see what happens next.
We are digging in our heels and it feels good. I never thought I’d enjoy (read: accept) dirt on my clothes and tiny bugs on my skin. It’s different, that’s for sure. Different has been good to us.
I’ve had lots of time to whip out my camera (and i-phone) and get some shots. The great thing is: I’m not just taking photos…I’m really taking in the scenery. I’m really living it and capturing it at the same time. That’s the plus side of slow living. There’s not rush to take the photo, rush on, and then experience view later on from a screen. I can stand in one spot for several minutes and look and smell and let my mind wander for a moment before I even reach for something to capture the moment with.
I’ve been doing that a lot lately and I’m better for it. My kids are better for it. My husband is at peace. The move has been profound for us. A new chapter in our lives together that is turning out to be better than all the rest.
Here are some of the views we’ve enjoyed recently. I hope you enjoy them too.
Country roads are so quiet and peaceful. I actually pulled over, walked out into the center of the road, fumbled to take my phone out, snapped several photos, got back into the truck and drove off before every seeing another car.
Every time I see this horse, I smile. It’s a horse and a cow….because of the spots. My husband just gave me a side eye but I know he sees it too. Don’t you?
She begged to get on his shoulders and then panicked and held him around his neck so tight until I thought that she was choking him. She immediately asked to be put back on his shoulders when he sat her down.
Over four dozen eggs in that basket; a pretty good harvest and their size wasn’t bad either.