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Broken Fences

This morning, in this quietness while my kids are still sleeping, I am sitting here trying to start planning my elementary Zoology class that I am going to be teaching at the homeschool co-op in the fall (yes, already…I’ve never taught it, so I have to learn it first) and doing a little laundry. And in my ADD-ness, or multi-tasking, if you prefer, I felt I should also start this post.

Speaking of laundry, I wish I had a clothesline.

More and more, as I get older, I wish I lived out in the country—with a clothesline and lots of space between us and the next house. I have lived so long in the subdivisions where your neighbors live 3 feet away from you and it has gotten O.L.D., I tell you. It is great when you have just moved to a new town and your kids are small and you need them to meet some other kids. But now that they are older and I am getting less social in my old age, it doesn’t seem to matter so much. And frankly, I don’t enjoy the 6, yes, 6, children, all boys, from next door climbing my fence (okay, only 4 of them can currently climb the fence, but it won’t be long before the other ones can) and then hollering over it at Jacob every. day. And when they aren’t climbing on the fence, (which, I should point out, is a shared fence) they are destroying it by practicing their pitching with the fence as a backdrop. Or, lately, they are throwing dirt clods at the house. AT MY HOUSE. Oy. They say that good fences make great neighbors; clearly, I do not have a good fence. In fact, I am not sure there is a fence tall enough or sturdy enough in this case.

I give you Exhibit A:

busted fence 6-1-12 001

SIDEBAR: People, I am not making this stuff up. If you need background, I have posted about our neighbors before here and here. And I must say that the neighbors are not bad people, and I love big families, but these folks are just not too hip on supervising the activities of their children.

Ultimately, it is my yearning for simplicity, and maybe my hatred of HOAs, that is calling me to the country. To slow down. Be at one with nature and all that good stuff. If only we could find a place that has a grocery store nearby. Guess I’m kinda spoiled that way. Maybe I’m not truly ready for country life after all.


“Love your neighbor as yourself; but don’t take down the fence.” ~Carl Sandburg

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30 Days of Thankfulness-Day 7

  • I am thankful for modern conveniences

Each time I do any laundry, I say a prayer of thanks to God for a washer and dryer that work.  You find that odd, do you?

Well, what if I said that those appliances are circa 1992. Yeah, doesn’t seem so odd now.  How many people do you know who have 19 year old washers and dryers that are NOT simply yard art, but are actually in working condition?  I am extremely grateful, ‘cause the budget is not allowing for new ones. 

Hope I haven’t jinxed myself by saying that out loud. Hrrm.

I love to hear the stories my sweet mother-in-law tells of her childhood.  A depression era childhood where they grew their own food, slaughtered their own meat, which they raised, and used every part of it for something.  Where they had no indoor plumbing or electricity. Entire days set aside to do nothing but laundry…by hand washing ALL of it—not just the delicates. Where their mother got up before the sun to light the fire in their stove and make biscuits from scratch. Every. Day. It blows my mind and I have trouble really wrapping my mind around how much work that truly was each day just for the basics that we take for granted—because I am so spoiled by all the ease my modern conveniences provide.

  • Did I say I was thankful for modern conveniences??

It really makes me grateful that when I wake up in the middle of the night having to pee, I don’t have to walk out back in the freezing cold to the outhouse in the dark to do my business.

I love for my kids to hear about this as well—my kids who will never remember what it is like not to have a computer in their home. 

When I talk about how I never even SAW a computer until 1987, when I went to college, my kids  look at me like I have three heads! Yeah, back in the dark ages we used this dinosaur machine called a typewriter to type all our papers for school. Back when we had to actually consult reference books and encyclopedias for information, instead of simply asking our friend, Google.

That is just crazy talk!

Yes, the times have changed—and continue to change. 

Wonder what will make my kid’s kids look at THEM like they have three heads?!  Hope I’m still around to see that!

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Saturday AM motivation

Have you ever noticed that it’s easier to get moving when there’s something there to motivate you? 

Case in point: 

I’ve been looking in my laundry room recently.  I mean, looking in there and then turning right back around and walking away.  I’ve been hoping for some inspiration to strike me as I darkened its door. I have gone so far as to separate the laundry into its appropriate piles…Towels, darks, lights, etc.  Baby steps. 

Blah, blah, blah…I know that I rant about my laundry “problem” a lot, but it’s one of my (many) continuing stumbling blocks to domestic happiness.  (Question:  What part of me thinks that laundry is one of those tasks that you do it once and then you don’t have to do it again for a long time?  Answer:  The crazy, in denial, delusional, part.)   

My laundry room is probably the room in my house that I both love the best, and hate the most.  I hate it because it is the room that causes me the most distress and I love it because it really is a great laundry room, as laundry rooms go.  It has a nice big closet in there and a tile floor.  It has a long rod in there to hang up your “non-dryer” items.  It has a sink in there, with some storage both above and below. And it has a toilet.

Herein lies my motivation. 

I go “look” in my laundry room this morning for my sports bra, which has been hung up to dry, because it is delicate.  (I’m going to make the most of this beautiful day and get out there and get moving.  But I’ve got to contain the girls.)  So, in my sock feet, I enter the abyss that is the laundry room to retrieve said sports bra, and lo and behold! I step in something wet.  Something wet. Hmmmm… 

Right near the toilet. 

Right near the pile of towels waiting to be washed. 

I look at the floor. 

I look at the toilet.  

For those of you who are squeamish, I won’t go into any great detail.  But let me just say, the toilet had overflowed.  And, upon examination, for good reason.

Suddenly, I have all the motivation I need to wash some towels and declutter the laundry room.  Frankly, I am actually pretty glad I had NOT washed them.  Towels are very absorbent, you know.  


“The secret of getting ahead is getting started, breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks and then starting on the first one.” ~Mark Twain


HEAD LICE UPDATE:  After allowing a couple of days to pass, and upon thorough examination by the school nurse yesterday, Emma is delared lice-free.  Didn’t have to RID X after all–but glad I have lice killing shampoo on hand, just in case!  You never know!


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