Brrr! Here it is noon on a sunny mid-March day and it's all the way up to 26 degrees. Boy, that day in 1972 when we decided to go north to find ourselves a farm instead of south from NJ! Maybe we made a wrong turn somewhere.
Back when we first moved here the boys were 6 and 20 months old, we were young, and we were willing to tough it out. I still cannot believe that I bought my flour in the 20 lb. bag, baked all our bread, churned butter, and sold milk, butter, eggs, and bread to our neighbors. That was our grocery money until I went back and started college.
It was hard, but we did it. Of course, the FM was an unnamed presence that put a major damper on things. But, in your 20's and early 30's you have more physical reserves than you do in your late 60's--thank goodness.
You grandmothers out there are a perfect example. You care for those kids. You love them to death. But they do drain your energy. I envy you so much. But on the other hand, there are entirely too many days when I have trouble just managing myself. It scares me to think of the ways FM would limit my participation in young childrens' lives. Maybe the Big Guy Upstairs knows what he's doing.
I am having a a bad time of it yet. It seems that the entire spine does not want to support me. It used to be just at the waist, but now there's no comfortable position except flat on my back. Sitting at the computer is the pitts, but there are rewards from all of you that have nothing to do with physical comfort.
Thank you all,
BetteK