Still Married after all these years (Happy Anniversary to me and Mr.T) A fall retrospective on off grid living and parenting.
Summer has come and gone and I feel half a sense of relief and half a sense of terror.
Life in Erie Kingdom has been full of one step forward and two steps back. Our gas generator is broken and our gravity fed water has dried up. This means daily chores now take up far more time. I have made the most amazing friend over the summer, I’ll call her Auntie M. She is in her 70’s and my summer included many visits to her screened in porch for a martini while the kids watched Treehouse on her bed. She is truly a kindred spirit. She is also where we get all our water, and gather it in those blue culligan man water bottles.
Other than Auntie M my life has been strikingly void of women these past few months. Quite simply we are too busy for much socializing. I welcome these busy days where time slips by like magic, dusk coming sneakingly quick, boys sleeping like drunks. As I become more aware of the passage of time, and the fact it isn’t slowing down any, I come out of my head more and pay attention to the present moment. These slices of joyous life I want to save with laugh lines not memories and so have been allowing myself to just live. The Trifecta of Terror is perfect, they are all so oblivious- These sweet little warriors, mostly of virtue (except for when they bite you in your thigh or say “Die Anyway!” idle their days away playing with bugs and dirt. I am mostly being reemployed as referee these days.
The mornings are suddenly cold. We can see our breath. I’m counting down the days until the new wood stove is in. Suddenly, the sun comes over the horizon and it is hot. The picnic table is covered in hats, wool socks and sweaters. Bathing suits are found.
Mr. T has been organizing and stacking lumber lately and doing some work things- but we now have pretty darn full lumber racks and our ‘turn around’ no longer is full of the movie set salvaged goods and the all the discount cedar we have. All of this means- the propane truck could make it up, drop off and fill up a 1000lb tank. I honestly can’t even imagine what it would be like to have electricity at this point. We have enough electricity to grind coffee and that’s about it. The kids don’t care though, which is interesting. They don’t ask much for screen time (anymore- haha), don’t complain about the cold mornings (we have a campfire most mornings these days) and even the Evil Wizard (3) can spot Vega.
Public School starts for Coach Rapper on Tuesday. I have mixed feelings about this, especially since he will be taking the school bus. However- I don’t want to take all 3 kids to the Laundomat- so to public school he goes. Luckily Coach Rapper is deliriously happy about the whole set up and is rather excited to sit next to the older boy who taught him the word “sucker” last week.
I am terrified of the cold. And the dark. So I am not really sure of what is to come over the next few weeks. The kids and I have a visit planned to visit my folks for several weeks while Mr. T builds me a bathroom/laundry room/family closet.
I’m riding it out waiting for several different appt’s to see if we can get my migraines figured out. They are very much hormonal and this last month I had 17 migraine days. If all goes well we will be heading out in late September, if appt’s get in the way- well who knows.
#2 just pissed his pants, and we are at the park, and it’s getting dark. Apologies for not rereading this or editing at all! eek!
Lastly- I love you Mr. T. Happy Anniversary.