Today was a day of simple success on this homestead. I woke up in a chilly house (around 48 degrees) and got to the work of my AM triple threat: fire tending, chores, and coffee. That holy trinity of woodstove, a hot mug, and the bundling up in armor and the physical work of moving hay, bales, and buckets in the far-colder outdoor temps makes even a 50-degree home feel warm. Especially by that fire. So I did the chores, fed the crew, and enjoyed that mug of cheap coffee and gas station half and half. It's enough to make me happy. A simple happy. And that instant-nostalgia of a farm enjoying its recently acquired breakfast and all those fat animals made me smile during that second long sip. Coffee tastes so much better when you convince yourself you earned it.
After that was time for sweeping floors, straightening up, and listening to music. I start my days with music, and try to keep finding new music I love. I have a theory that the unhappiest people in the world stopped caring about sex and music and this let their cores die like old trees. They are still alive on the outside but inside they are just waiting to fall over and rot. A day with both is amazing. A day with just music is fantastic, still. There are no days with just sex unless I go deaf. I'm an animal but I'm not a monster.
After the place passed for civilized (meaning I wouldn't be mortified if someone dropped by for tea), I got to the work of design and writing. I wrapped up two clients today, earned a new one, and therefore I made more money than I spent and that is a reason to celebrate with another cup of coffee (or 5). Animals, art, music, caffeine. How dare I ask for anything more.
Homesteading doesn't come with a trigger warning, but if it did I think it would focus on presence. Those of us who keep fires and livestock, especially those who do so alone, don't travel. The holidays are here again and Thursday will be a feast with friends and music and hunting and booze (in that order). After that the wheel turns darker and colder, and as Yuletide creeps up I'll be comfortable knowing I will be here on the farm with friends, too. There is no traveling. There is no traffic, TSA checkpoints, and not a single trip to a mall (or even get in my truck unless its to visit friends farms) on black friday. I have zero problems with other people celebrating however they want, enjoy all that fuss, but I'll be here with a record player, knitting, and a LOTR movie marathon and spiked eggnog. I do love my whiskey...
I got a short jog in today, just down the mountain and back up. It was two wretched miles of water weight jiggling and PMS. Imagine a plastic bag full of milk being pushed downhill on a skateboard on a gravel road, that was me. But like any physical activity I felt a lot better having plodded through it and throwing in some sit ups and push ups in front of the fire for good measure. It made me feel strong.
Now it is dark out and the moon is full and gorgeous. I am sure from my windows I'll see those harts and hinds out in the glow, safe from my guns in the dark. I'll be here with the dogs and that fire and a warmer house. I've got plans to turn in early tonight with some comedy specials on Netflix. I don't see a reason not to fall asleep laughing. We get to choose every day how we feel, and I choose that. Especially on days when I run like a bag of milk. A girl's gotta go easy on herself sometimes.
Hope you are all enjoying your holiday week, and that you have time with loved ones, safe travels, and smiling faces. Hug those dogs, tolerate those cats, and ride those horses folks. Winter is on the way!