“Hard times are real. There’s dusty fields no matter where you go.
“Son, you may change your mind, ’cause the weeds are high where corn don’t grow.
Another chilly morning. After Deb made her way down from the bedroom, I fixed her a cup of coffee. She asked what I’d be up to after the dogs were taken care of, and I started to explain — but then I stopped and summed it up in three words.
“Y’know, Country shit.”
She smiled and nodded. Nothing more needed to be said.
What’s required to live this Life in this way in this place is pretty ordinary. Unexciting as it may seem, though, you couldn’t pay me to trade my Country shit for city shit or suburban shit.
I won’t go back.
That resolve is strengthened when I see what’s happening in the wider world. I do keep up with the news, and I’m watching things unravel. On the one hand, that saddens me — I have many friends in that world, and they’re in jeopardy. Some are raising kids.
A few are doing their best to get out, often straining against the tug of family ties. Others are at odds with a spouse who’s trapped in denial.
I’m glad that Deb and I escaped in time. More than that, I’m grateful that we see this world in the same way — there’s no daylight between us.
Both of us want to be here. We want this Life. We won’t go back.
It’s still possible to find places of honor, tradition and hard work, inhabited by People of principle, committed to Liberty. There, America still has a chance.
Find your place. Find your People.
For us, this was a laundry day, too, our first since Deb broke her foot. The usual division of labor, since most of the work involves lifting and carrying, shifted almost entirely in my direction.
Whatever it takes. It’s just the way our Life is gonna be for a while.
Of course, it slows us down on the cabin — I mean, I’m one person. My time and my energy have limits. For some things I actually need help. My partner is down, and I’m pretty worn out myself.
Deb has been looking for employment, and her injury pushes that back a little. She hopes to take advantage of short-term holiday hiring, I think, if she’s recovered enough to work. (Right now she can’t even drive.) In the meantime, we’re more cautious with our finances.
Please, don’t take any of this as an expression of discouragement, much less complaining. We have our priorities, we exercise patience and we continue to focus on what’s most important.
We eat the ice cream. We celebrate the moments. We enjoy every day.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB
