The Trade Off – things we’re leaving behind

Since I posted yesterday, I’ve learned that not only were we not able to have a tower installed to get internet at the farm, but not even dial up is an option.  The laptops are too new, and incompatible with it! Meanwhile, today is our last day with our internet and cable package at my end, too.  This afternoon, someone from our provider is coming over to pick up their equipment.  Any online activities from then on will be done through the data plans on our phones.

Which leads me to the things we will be giving up, in our decision to move from city to farm.  All of these, and more, we took into consideration when we made our decision to move. Continue reading

The Best Laid Plans…

Our decision to move to the farm was not an easy one.


My husband popped back into the house for a moment, came out to find his walker occupied. One of the farm’s semi-feral cats, now named Beep Beep, likes walkers.

Before we could even say yes to moving at all, we had to make sure changing provinces would not affect my husband’s disability payments.  He is, after all, still considered employed.  It took some time for the answer to come through – apparently, no one had asked the person he spoke to this question before.  Then, just to confuse things, his employer changed their insurance provider.  Because he was already on long-term disability, anything to do with his injury, such as physio, is still with the first company.  But everything else, such as his prescriptions, dental coverage and my own coverage, is now with another company.

In the end, we did find out that we would still be covered the same if we moved to another province.

So after several months, this past spring, we could finally tell my mother that yes, we could move into the old farm-house. Continue reading

Going back to move forward

Have you ever had a point in your life, where the only way you can move forward, seems to be by going back to your roots?

Well, that’s what seems to be the point I’m at, now.

I grew up on a subsistence farm, the youngest of five.  I remember a time before we had running water or an indoor bathroom, and using a wood burning cook stove.  We had cows and chickens, sometimes pigs, geese and ducks (I was too young to remember the sheep) and any number of sundry creatures my parents’ city friends passed on to us (because there’s always room at the farm, right?).  We grew a lot of our own food, milked cows by hand, butchered our own meat and basically lived that “sustainable” life that’s oh-so-trendy right now.

After moving out, getting married, raising and home schooling two daughters, and moving more than a dozen times across Western Canada, we are now in an odd situation.

Since my husband has had to go onto long term disability, things have been challenging, of course.  Our daughters help as much as they can, any way they can, but as much of a blessing it has been to be on private health insurance for an income, a 40% cut in pay didn’t come with a 40% cut in bills.

Meanwhile, back on the farm, the family situation has left the old house unoccupied since before my father’s passing.  And empty houses do not do well.

So when my mother once again asked me if we could move into it, this time we said yes.

Which means we’ll be going from living in the downtown area of a sprawling prairie city, to a fairly isolated farm two provinces away.

Oh, and it’s a cell phone and internet dead zone.

But in the end, we feel that this is going to be the best thing for us, as a family.  Especially for my husband’s health.  At least that’s what we’re hoping for.

And so it is that, in order for us to move forward with our lives, we’ll be going back to my family home, and to a lifestyle that is going to be wildly different from what we’ve known for years.

It’s going to be an adventure, if nothing else!

The Re-Farmer