Just found a story I’d written several years ago, randomly featured on a farm.
Past self knew absolutely nothing about living on a farm.
Now that I live on a farm, I know how to spot all the inaccuracies.
Ah, such is life.
Every now and then I just stop and stare at people or animals on the farm. My sister’s kids, my sister, the goats and rabbits and the dogs and cats.
To make sure they’re still breathing.
This is something that I’ve been doing all my life and I don’t think it’s something that I’m ever going to stop doing.
I don’t know why I do it, it’s just something I’ve done for as long as I can remember (which, granted, doesn’t mean as much for most people.) But it is one o the few memories that I actually retain from Before the memory blanks started happening.
I just want to make sure that they are still alive.
Spent the day going through some family history now that we have the internet back.
(Oh yeah, we have the internet back, by the way…)
Got a lot of work done.
Y’know, in between screaming and tearing my hair out.
And I hear it used to be more difficult when my grandfather did this? I suddenly have more appreciation for his patience levels than I ever have before.
Also, spent thirty minutes trying to figure out how to fix a mistake I made when I finally realized that the person that I thought was one person was actually two people: an uncle and a nephew.
Long story short, I was able to fix the problem, but only after I calmed down and scanned all over in order to fix the problem that I had created.
It was a crisp morning, cold enough to encourage a swift walk and yet warm enough to not need that sweater. The two continued down the road, making sure to walk closer together whenever a car passed. There were precious few moments when words were needed and so they continued in companionable silence most of the way there and back again.
The young woman smiled down at the large dog trotting next to her, “I’m glad you’re here to take me on walks every morning.”
I’m grateful for my new walking buddy this week, for without her, I’d sit at home and read all day and get no exercise.
Make sure to read the original Thankful Thursday as well!
It’s one more thing to experience as a family.
Written for no particular reason except for the fact that my family likes to pick one of the Final Fantasy games (most of the ones out are owned in a spread across my many siblings) and then we curl up at the end of the day and play through the story-line for a bit. It’s nice, like watching an interactive movie.
Breathing In 