The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


My Mug

Do you know what living in Misery, ooops, I mean Missouri did to me?
It made me fat.

and then eight months later……

it made me stupid.
Like deer stuck in the headlights stupid.
Actually, the first photo was my Non-Driver ID because I refused to get a Missouri driver’s license until my Kansas license expired.  I had just had a gigantic elephant baby cut out of my belly four weeks before I posed for the ‘wear all the make-up I own to mask the fact I was fatilicious’ picture, or should I call it the ‘frosty beige’ photo.
The second one where I look um, look, um, what do I look like?  Who makes that face?  And where is my hair?  I’m sporting a lock, just a lock, on the side of my face, my big bug-eyed face.   
I had just watched an episode of Oprah where photographers were giving tips on how to pose for a great photo.  So, I thought, GREAT, I’m going to use some of those tips when I get my license photo done.  I opened my eyes, pushed my face a bit forward and upward and wah-dee-la….deer in headlights.
Thanks for that Oprah.  Anytime Clay needs a good laugh he looks at my license.
I got pulled over for speeding a couple weeks ago and I had to hand the officer my stupid picture.  He must have felt sorry for me, because he lowered the fine.  
I’ll be saying goodbye and good riddance to that license soon.  I’m not going to use any photo tips this time.

I’m Super

Today, I taught yoga to all the homeschool kids at my little co-op.  Usually, there are several kids that can’t listen or stop moving, but something happened when we were doing the simple yoga moves.  They were quiet, followed along and were so well behaved.  It was strange.  Like I’d drugged them.  Afterwards, two of the children came up to me and said, “Thank you for teaching PE today.”  Uh, okay.  Weird.

Tonight, Preacher was playing on the floor like he always does.  I didn’t know what he had, but I knew it was plastic.  I was thinking, maybe I should take that away from him.  He rolled on his back and the next thing I knew he was choking on that plastic thing.  “He’s choking!”  I yelled at Clay.  Preacher started to panic, but I grabbed him and shoved my hand in his mouth ramming the plastic thing farther down his throat, but I got it out.  It was half a ping-pong ball…I think.  Preacher immediately curled up in my lap and licked my chin, it was so sweet, I could tell he was saying, “Oh, thank you, thank you!”  Geesh.  
Tomorrow, I’m going to start sewing up my Super Yoga-Save the Dog Hero suit.  And I’m going to make a matching one for Preacher.  My friend, Lori Shaffer, is going to beg to borrow both of them, because she loves dogs sooooo much.

The American Homeplace

I originally wrote this post in 2008. I got a spam comment on it today and couldn’t remember what I had written, so I re-read it and thought how timely it was. This week I’m taking our pork, veggies and other items made here on the farm to a farmer’s market. I’m a bit nervous taking this step, but if I fail I will continue to feed my family from this land that I love.

I’m finishing up Donald McCaigs book The American Homeplace. McCaig and his wife moved from New York City to the hills of Virginia in the early 70’s. He knew nothing about sheep or living in the country, but was tired of the city and his corporate job. So they took their savings and drove around until they found a spot with good water and pasture.

It’s been an interesting read. It’s could easily be three different books. The first part of the book explains the history of his farm and surrounding area in Virginia. He talks about the homesteaders and their families and what happened to them.
The middle of the book is short essays about his time on the farm. I learned about his flock of sheep, especially his sheep dogs. I appreciate the thoughtful and tender way he speaks of the animals he’s responsible for. His wife, Anne, and he sacrificed many a winter’s night sleep to work during the lambing season. He talks about his community and how they rely heavily on each other to survive. And sadly, he writes about the decline in population, the youth of the area moving away to find work.
He’s a model citizen. Volunteering for the fire department and working as an election official. He helped an elderly neighbor put up hay to relieve the worry of the old man’s wife.
The last part of the book are interviews of fellow homesteaders and alternative farmers. I’d never heard of the political radical Scott Nearing or his wife, Helen and their influential book, Living the Good Life. Their hand built stone house is still being used at the Good Life Center at Forest Farm. Ah, if I were young, had children named Rainbow Trout, Black Earth and Butternut Squash, I would send in my application to be a resident steward.
McCaig also interviewed Wendell Berry and Maury Telleen, here is Telleens slate of ten considerations on modern agrarianism. One of my favorite interviews conducted by McCaig was with fellow Kansan, Wes Jackson of Salina, Kansas founder of The Land Institute. This is a conversation McCaig has recorded in his book:
On the way back to my motel, Jackson pointed at a brand new shopping center under construction, just slightly nearer to the highway than the old one, which would be torn down. Tax advantages, easier shopping, more fertile land gone.
I said, “Wendell Berry once wrote that soil is an ultimate value. Can you think of any other ultimate values?”
He was silent for a moment. “Well, there’s water…..”
“Oh, sure, Wes, and air, and-”
“The Kingdom of God,” Wes Jackson said.
The Kingdom of God is an ultimate value. This book made me think, a lot about big agriculture and when it started to go wrong, when farmers began to feel the pressure to, “Feed The World” instead of their family. And I’ve thought about how hard it would be to live off the grid. I have a deep inner need to live more sustainably on this land, harness it’s power and produce, bring forth the goodness only sweetened earth can provide. How successful will I be? I think ultimately, I will only be as successful as the work I put forth. God willing, my family will become more thankful of this earth, it’s beauty, the miracle of life cycles. My children, my legacy, will look at their food and know where it came from and how much work was put into providing it and how deliciously deformed a tomato should be.