The Red Gas Can Story

Since we had an open drive on highway eight, Ken and I were often caught off guard by unexpected customers and visitors.  We could be in the garden or having a meal – you get the idea.  We had a outdoor bath.  And once, after taking a bath, Ken, with his towel around his neck , rounded the corner of the house to greet a familiar couple with me shopping for pots.  Like Adam, he …

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Privacy and Understanding, Please

Right now I need privacy.  This is a dramatic shift from decades of having an open drive and people coming at all hours to buy pottery and produce.  Examples include people choosing a wedding gift by car headlights for the next day,  people arriving at 7 a.m. for pottery shopping because it is the last hour of their vacation and they need to drive several hours to get home,  a man coming at 7 p.m. …

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Independence

I have wrestled with how I will do many jobs alone that I used to do with Ken.  One is emptying the compost toilet.  I would prefer NOT to have to ask for help on this one.  People helped me with the full barrels twice.  And a friend helped me when he untangled my pulley with brake. Today I worked with a half full barrel.  I did this alone.  I am happy

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