Posted by: morrowsl | April 25, 2018

All Work and No Play


Rescued from one of the barns on the farm.

Since moving to Remote, we’ve spent most of our time working.  We’re supposed to be retired.  But I’ve determined that to be a huge misnomer.  The idea of retirement when my parents were doing it meant moving to a small house on the lake, working for fun in the local café, gardening and feeding the birds and squirrels, and going fishing anytime they pleased.

The idea of retirement when Coop Daddy and I did it is a whole nuther beast.

Of course, part of that is due to the manner in which we moved.  We sold a farm and relocated much of it to our new property.  We didn’t sell a house, but moved much of it out here as well.  Prior to that, we spent an insane amount of time shedding both locations of all the excess that just wasn’t going to work, or fit, here.  We took so much stuff to one collection site they finally turned us away.  Not to worry, there were others more than happy to see us pull up.
It seems we made a gazillion trips out here with the truck and van packed to the doors.  We took a short break for our first Christmas, then hit it hard in hopes of being done by spring.

We’re still opening boxes now and then and exclaiming, “Oh, so THAT’S where that went!”

When we closed on the purchase of this place, we had a rough idea of what we wanted to do and needed to do.  Once we sold the farm, we had a better idea of what we were going to be able to afford to do and what would prove too expensive or wasteful.  We knew we wanted a storm shelter.  We knew we wanted a second barn.  We, or at least I, knew we wanted chickens and donkeys and bees.
We determined replacing the pool and its surrounding deck wasn’t cost effective, but did it anyway because neither of us wanted a three-foot wading pool with deck stairs that had been installed upside down and were too steep to be useful.  That pool has more than paid for itself already in relief from the heat of many summer afternoons.
The chickens have been a great addition.  They provide eggs for us, our family, and several friends.  The bees are still something I’d love to have and may yet consider in the years ahead.  The donkeys require a fence.  The fence was on the plan for Year One but got moved to Year Two and probably won’t see light of day until Year Four at the rate things change around here.
We’ve added the deck that negates mowing in the backyard.  We’ll have a garden that wants tilling instead.
My Year Two dishwasher will slip into Year Three, which doesn’t bother me a bit.  It can go into Year Twenty-three and I’ll be okay without it.
Along the way, we’ve had to deal with busted plumbing and old appliances, delays due to weather, and a good number of setbacks thanks to being exhausted.

Retirement, right?

What I’ve learned along the way is that time is going to keep moving, no matter how hard you work to stop it.  The choice to put my head down and plow forward has helped get me through most of the challenges my life has presented.  I often tell people I’m an ant.  I pick up my kernel of corn, hoist it over my head, and press on.  When that one is safely deposited, I go back for another.

Head down, body moving, time marching on.

This is not to say we never stop.  We do.  We spend almost as many days away from home as we get at home.  And much of that is time spent in the company of family and friends.

Still, it seems a shame to have such an amazing place to live and not spend a lot of time enjoying it.  To that end, I made a point to grab my camera a few times this week and step outside for a bit.  The rewards for hard work at many here at Remote.


There’s plenty of prickly pear around here. Still, I like the idea of having it growing where I want, instead of just where it wants.

The previous owners did much to get the flowerbeds in.  We changed the irrigation and I’ve added a lot of perennials.  Those appeal to my lazy gardener side.

Along with the flowers, I wanted edibles.  Until the garden is up and running, I’m making do with fruit.  Last year the berries were a handful and only one lemon survived.  It’s a new year and there are blossoms on everything!


It’s raining again, here at Remote.  The list of chores hasn’t gotten shorter as I’ve typed.  Time is marching, yet again.  I have things to do and the day’s half gone.  Retirement, right?

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