Reaching One Goal!

Since Ken’s death I have returned to swimming.  Swimming goes waaaaayyy back.  My parents tell stories from my childhood.  They had two children and one, the elder,  would see ocean waves and run from them;  I would see ocean waves and run into them.  I loved lessons, swam laps, became a lifeguard, swim instructor, and Instructor for the Handicapped (now called adaptive swim instructor) during my summers between years of college and part time after …

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Little Red Hen – On Help

Since Ken’s death I have been deluged with offers of help.  Of course I appreciate them.  But in some ways it has been a burden to try and match people’s skills and jobs they can and want to do with what I need help doing.  Most of the needed help is with “Ken’s jobs.” Either they require more strength or experience than I have (like felling trees for fire wood).  Many of the people offering …

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Progress on the Wood Front

Today I got the two trailers mostly unloaded.  What remains is wood that will NOT fit in the cook stove, but WILL fit in the larger wood stove.  I need to bring it to another wood pile on the other side of the house to another pile.  I waited until I was done so that it would just be one trip.   Here are the two trailers           And that third …

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The Thank You Goes Both Ways

For the first time since Ken’s death, I hosted guests.  Friday night a family of four stayed with me in my house.  They were, I think, the first guests in my house since Ken died.  I was so happy to have them come.  Their energy changed this house and place from a place of loss, mourning, and grieving to a place of life and times of joy.     It has opened my eyes from …

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With Help and Gratitude

Ken and I heated with wood.  Ken felled trees, and I would place them on end, Ken would split them, I would put them in the trailer and Ken would drive it into the yard where I would stack the wood.  Later we got a splitter that could split 40″ wood for side stoking the pottery kiln.   Now that Ken is gone I have to face that I never ran a chainsaw, rarely ran …

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Peach Fiasco

Ken loved stone fruit.  Stone fruit always appears near the top of the Environmental Working Group’s Dirty Dozen list of food with heavy pesticide residues.  Years ago I insisted we spend the extra money on organic stone fruit: peaches, cherries, plums, nectarines.  So I bought and canned peaches once I could get organic ones so Ken would have some at any time of the year. After Ken’s illness and death I had so much food …

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DIM – Doing It Myself

We have had a futon or two on the floor by the television for years.  During the summer that is the best spot to sleep with the most breeze.  But rather than rolling up the futon and airing it daily like they do in Japan, I just wanted to get it up off the floor.     I did some research and found a tri-fold futon frame.  That means it can be a flat bed …

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Another Ending

Today another chapter ended.  The retail produce cooler is ready for a new home.  This hinged on reducing the poultry population to a manageable size – and reducing egg production.  I have stopped selling pots and produce – except eggs – since May.  Time to clear it out!         So, where do I put the surplus eggs?  Thanks to Charlie and Karen we have a little “beer fridge” in the basement.  I …

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An Admission, an Embarrassing One

Odd.   In the midst of loss there is an opening of possibilities – do I stay here?  Do I garden?  Do I keep tractors or sell them?  Do I learn things Ken did?  Do I hire them out?  My life has changed.  I have many decisions to make.       I have started by sorting through stuff.  Mine first. This was the rags a couple weeks ago.  I am down to a few coats. …

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The Plant I Can Grow!

When I met Ken I had LOTS of house plants.  And some came with me to Turtle Lake.  Ken took over the houseplant tasks.  And he had great success with all the plants I brought EXCEPT the peace lily or spathiphyllum I brought.  It likes filtered light and Ken was of a more light the better philosophy.  That spath fried and died.         When Ken died, his aunts and an uncle on …

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