Middle aged musings from farm & hearth
That’s how many steps it takes to get from my side door to the tack room at the barn. I’m cracking up and I am truly touched by my fellow bloggers concern over the distance I must travel to get from house to barn and back again. I was compelled to go out and count tonight, just so ya know.
This is how I see it…. If I can’t walk 130 steps to and from the barn to feed, muck, water, what-have-you… then I have no business building a barn again, now, do I? I need the exercise!!… You see… I’m gonna brag here for a minute, and I really never brag because it just isn’t me – I’m nothing special and I’m not even gonna try to fool you. But… I have always been in decent shape due to the amount of barn work I’ve done over the years. All you horse people out there know what I’m talking about. (Ofcourse, I can also thank these chores for my awesome back and neck aches and pains too – yeah, there’s that ). I’m sure I’ve paid my chiropractor’s boat payments because of my barn chore history.
Anyway… for the past two years I have become a slug, a SLUG I tell you.. because I have NOT had to walk to the barn and do those chores. Nooo… someone ELSE has been doing that for me on another farm! Oh, I enjoyed the reprieve, but I also missed my horses in the backyard and muscle tone has started to head South. So it’s time to kick this behind back into shape, and those 130 steps are gonna help.
John Travolta did NOT buy our house, and no landing strip for airplanes is going in the fields. For those of you who don’t live around here, the John Travolta rumor has been floating around our little town for 20 years or so. Although I surely wish it were true, it just ain’t so. It’s hilarious that town folk are now applying that rumor to the sale of our previous house.
P.S. You can build a landing strip in our hay fields any time!
The new owner has decided to put up a security gate at the entrance to the driveway… which will fuel the John Travolta rumors even more, I’m sure.
To say we’ve had a stressful month on a few fronts here at This Old House is a bit of an understatement. The great news is things are looking up. The best of the day is… our previous house has finally sold. Today. Did we take a beating in the purchase price?… H*ll yes. But it’s no longer our burden. As in that monstrous second mortgage is now paid off and this one is more “do-able”.
When I met my husband and we decided in quick order that we might be cohabitating in the near future… I warned him that I came with critters. I told him I’d always have a horse, a dog, and I had no idea what else, but a menagerie was pretty much a given.
Now I KNEW that he did not grow up with animals… the one dog the family had did not work out very well, and they keep beautiful, immaculate homes. He was used to a very neat and tidy order of things and I had a feeling this might be a HUGE adjustment for both of us.
And it has been. However in his defense, he has risen to the occasion many times and has even gone above and beyond, much to his own chagrin! I do keep an acceptably clean home, but I have two signs in our house, just to keep it light, you see….
Sitting right on the Connecticut River with dock space for boaters who want to come in for a meal, it’s the perfect place to bring a picnic basket with a bottle of wine, a table cloth and a candle or two. The tables are colorful and don’t really need adornment, but they welcome your “Input” and many people bring their own ambiance. They don’t serve alcohol, but you are welcome to bring your own. That’s just what the folks next to us did….
