I mentioned an hour ago, my mind is a tangled up mass of thoughts. There’s a song in my heart so the tangled up knot is not stress related. (For which I’m thankful) 🙂
Thirty minutes later, I was out in the orchard picking up branches. My mind went to a comment I’d left on a Dave Ramsey facebook group this morning. (Dave Ramsey in case you’ve never heard of him is a money management, get out of debt author and speaker)
Someone on the group asked the question:
Where would you love to retire?
Out of the 82 people who answered, only one person mentioned they loved where they currently lived, wouldn’t mind being able to go somewhere warm in the winter, but 81 of them said something other than where they were.
While I rarely leave comments on an open forum (except with those of you I know via blogging, I decided to say something….
Love what I’m doing, (I’m a carpenter) as my dad was fond of saying “retirement” is not a word in my vocabulary, so plan do keep doing some variation of that as long as I’m physically able.
Secondly. Love where we live. Plan to stay right where I’m at, as long as I have any say in the matter.
Years ago, when my life was spinning out of control with too many commitments, small children, work, financial stress..you know, the normal every day, stuff all of us deal with, I remember wishing things were different. I remember saying to someone, “Peace and contentment are entirely under rated.”
What I wouldn’t give for a more peace filled life.
Here’s a picture I’ve shared before from that season in my life… I taped it to the wall to remind me business does not automatically equal progress:
When I read later about Henry David Thoreau tromping off to the woods to live on Walden’s pond, I remember thinking to myself, why did he only stay there the better part of two years? Why not stay there long term? I made up my mind at that point, to do just that…create my own version of Walden. I hate water, so I didn’t need a pond 🙂 (I can’t swim, don’t have the patience to fish, plus with standing water you have to deal with mosquitoes).
And so, since 1995 I have been slowly moving in the direction of a life that I don’t need to take a vacation from. Here’s what it looked like in 1995:
…an old run down acreage with a set of 100-year-old farm buildings. Curb appeal it did not have. The house and out buildings hadn’t been painted in 50 years. Nothing appealing except that it was 4 miles from town, and the foundation on the house was still solid.
I have been slowly carving out my own version of Walden here ever since….Laying hens, apple trees, honey bees, lots of flowers, garden beds, a dog, no TV, lots of books to read.
My vision of Walden would probably looks different from yours.
But I would suspect it would be built on the same foundation stone.
The stone of living life intentionally.
Talk to me about living life intentionally. What does that mean to you?
It is never to late to start.
Take care. DM
My brain is a tangled up knot of thoughts this morning and has been for several weeks. Ever cut open a golf ball? A tight mass of rubber bands. Yep, that’s my brain.
Job related thoughts.
Honey extracting thoughts.
Ordering Your Private World thoughts.
Early morning thoughts when I hear crows talking to each other in the distance.
Henry David Thoreau thoughts.
Louisa May Alcott thoughts.
Older parent thoughts.
Think I’ll just post a quote call it good.
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.”
Jason, his son Josh and I were building a deck today. As we were having coffee, Jason’s phone rang. I could hear him talking to someone about his birthday. which is this week.
“How old will you be?” I asked him when he got off the phone.
Out of the blue, Josh looks at me and asked “How old are you”?
“No way, he said. I thought you were about fifty.”
Ah, the simple things in life….
There are so many things that can factor into aging well, especially the mental component.
Right at the top of my list is a sense of humor.
About 13 years ago, I cut off the tip of my ring finger with a skill saw. As a large African American lady was wheeling me down the hallway to the operating room, we got to talking.
She asked me what had happened?.
“Oh, I cut the tip of my finger off with a saw, “I said with a smirk.
“Oh! Don’t tell me that!” she said.
(I can still hear her southern drawl in my head).
“Yep, one of the guys found it and brought it to the hospital, just in case they can sew it back on.”
“Don’t tell me that!” she said again.
“Yep, and it’s here in this bowl” (I had a metal bowl on my lap with that little chunk of my finger).
“Don’t tell me that!”
A sense of humor can go along way in a medical situation.
Read the following this week and posted it on facebook:
“A well developed sense of humor reveals a well-balanced personality….the ability to get a laugh out of everyday situations is a safety valve. It rids us of tensions and worries that could otherwise damage your health….you think I’m exaggerating the benefits?
Maybe you’ve forgotten this proverb: “A joyful heart is good medicine…”
And finally…work keeps coming in. (Which is why I have not been doing as much writing).
The bee split was a success.
Had our first new potatoes this weekend from the garden.
Decided to re-fire up our Bed and Breakfast for a little extra income. Just about ready to reopen the doors.
95% of the people we’ve had stay, were not looking for the B and B experience as much as just a place to stay.
Well, about time to call it a day.
Thanks for stopping by. DM
I was running late.
Had just a couple of minutes before I had to head back to class, figured I had just enough time to get the part.
Walked in the door of our local auto parts store. Two guys behind the counter and three people in line.
I felt a tight knot in my stomach.
I had tried to squeeze too many things in. Had not yet learned the importance of building margin into my schedule.
Then I saw it…. a sign on the wall, about the size of a piece of typing paper.
It put everything into perspective.
I left the store without the part that day.
I first encountered that sign 45 years ago, and to this day I still refer to it in my personal dealings with people…..
Poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part
Agreed to help another carpenter with a large project this past fall. The project meant a couple of months of steady work/ great pay… At the last minute, the financing fell through. I had scheduled my fall work around that job, and suddenly found myself scrambling to stay busy….
Same project was rescheduled to start this Spring. I was told, it would be ready for us, late May/ early June… then got bumped back to first week of July…then 3 weeks ago, we got an e-mail that they wouldn’t be ready for us until early August.
Right about that time, Paul approached me about finishing off their basement, and since I wasn’t going to be needed until early August, it fit perfectly into my schedule. Lined up an electrician, a plumber and a drywall finisher.
Start date July 1st.
Got a phone call on Monday…the large project will be ready mid July. (Not early August).
It took me a little bit to sort this one through. Keeping my word is important to me, and I had given my word to the other carpenter that he could count on me with the large project.
Then I remembered that sign from the auto parts store.
Bet you’ll never guess where I’ll be working mid July. 🙂
Well, I have time to spray the orchard this morning. No wind. Perfect conditions. Currently shaping up to be the best apple crop we’ve ever had….
Take care. DM
I can still remember his name…. Keith. Showed up unannounced with his girl friend one evening 38 years ago. Discovered that night he was a talker. He talked, and talked, and talked, and talked. Gave no indication, he was planning on leaving any time soon.
We had 2 little toddlers, and I was ready for bed.
Suddenly something shifted in my brain. Some filter must have tripped a breaker.
It just came out of my mouth.
“Good night please…”
My wife was aghast, but I had finally had enough.
Saw that picture tonight and thought of Keith.
Come to think of it, I read a proverb this morning that goes along with this meme..
Google it if you’re curious.
Well, time to go and lock the chickens in. It’s going on 7.
I didn’t want to go to work this morning. (And I love my job) 🙂
I wanted to stay home and putter.
The apple trees are simply loaded with flowers…
The honey bees are scheduled to be split this morning. (I found a local bee keeper who was willing to come by and see if they’re ready to be split into two hives.) He has 40 years experience…This is my 3rd season…even that is hard to believe. Wow,
He’s supposed to be here at 9 AM.
Let’s hope he is a good mentor
Sure looks like a queen cell to me 🙂 (That little peanut shaped thing sticking out from the bottom of that frame).
And..well, it’s morel mushroom season again. Two weeks of serendipitous discoveries. 🙂
Grey morel mushrooms on the edge of the windbreak.
And in the garden, I’m experimenting with a combination/ square foot gardening/ heavy mulch (think Ruth Stout) layout, with wood chips covering everything this growing season. I do have (6) 4 ft by 12 ft long wooden boxed beds, but the level of the soil in the bed is the same as the walkways. The problem with raised beds is that the water leaches out, so a lot more time is spent watering.
Simple is better.
2019 garden layout.
Doubling the size this year with three more 12 ft by 16 ft beds. Still need to put wood chips over the cardboard. I do this to smother the grass. Next Spring this will be ready to plant. No tilling, no weeding, no watering, and the earth worm count will be off the chart. I have 6 to 12 inches of black Iowa top soil I am planting into. There used to be 3 feet of topsoil, but now it’s measured in inches. Much of it (Iowa topsoil) has wound up in the Gulf of Mexico, and it’s sterile.
One quick story.
Last week after work, while I was hunting morel’s in the orchard, something caught my attention. The tree was humming…. I’m not joking, it was literally alive with noise…the noise of dozens of honey bees (our bees) moving quickly from one flower to the next.
What a joy.
Several of them were caked with yellow pollen:
Photo by Google
Couple of years ago now, I gave a link to my farming blog to a friend of a friend who ran a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) on the East coast. Since she had been gardening on a much bigger scale, and for a lot longer than I, I was genuinely interested in getting her input..
Condescending and impatient.
I had an equally disappointing relationship with a local bee keeper the first season I had bees. Nice guy, big heart, but that is as far as it went. He wasn’t verbal, I got this sense he was making things up as he went. 🙂 (turned out he was)
A mentor is a teacher. Someone willing to pass on to another person their practical wisdom in an area of life.
Have you ever been mentored?
Have any stories to tell?
Anything else on your mind?
Take care. DM