Trying something new

In the last little while, I’ve been discovering some really excellent resources online, for making and doing “stuff.”

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When I find a great resource, I love to share! So I am going to try something new.

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Once a week (at least for now; I might change it later), I will put up a “Recommended” post. Each post will feature some resource that I found excellent, and I will give a brief review of why I found this resource particularly worthy of recommendation.

The focus for most of these will be somehow related to our own situation – being back on the family farm and having to start over again in so many ways – but also simply following our interests. So there will be resources (mostly YouTube channels) for specific skills, like brewing or building, to cooking and gardening, to people using historical skills. Basically, a lot of “homesteading” type stuff, I guess, but I think they will still appeal to, or be helpful for, people anywhere.

I will start by posting these on Wednesdays, beginning tomorrow, and see where it goes from there. Feedback will definitely be appreciated, and if anyone has their own resources they’d like to share, please to leave information in the comments, and I’ll review them for possible future posts.

I hope you enjoy these!

The Re-Farmer

New Habits

As chaotic as things are, we’re settling into a bit of a routine.  Mornings, the heating of water for washing begins.  My past habit of staying up to the wee hours and getting up at around 10am has changed to going to bed before midnight *gasp* and getting up earlier.  It takes most of the morning to heat enough water to wash up not only ourselves, but any dishes and stuff that needs doing.  No point in heating all that water again in the evening, just to do dishes.

In the morning, someone goes to feed the outside cats and get them some warm water.  A warm water refill gets done again, later in the day, when what we gave them earlier is frozen.

Packing my parents’ stuff, cleaning shelves, unpacking our own stuff, then finding somewhere to put it, happens when we can.  I have been getting a fair bit of it done while heating water and stuff.  Usually it starts with, “I should make breakfast, but I could really use… ” and then I end up going through several boxes to find an item, get distracted and do something else, get distracted and finish another thing… then, eventually, I remember to go back and actually make breakfast.

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Green tea with chamomile, in my footed cup, all freshly unpacked!

We’re tea drinkers in general, but since the move, tea is ever-present.  Even when I was just coming out to stay a short while (usually for something funeral related), and I stayed at the farm, the kettle seemed to always be on.  We’re drinking more tea now than we did even just before the move, when the water at the co-op started tasting worse and worse.  We have since found and unpacked our tea supplies – we have a LOT of tea and tea supplies! – so the variety is being enjoyed often.

Loading packed boxes into the van and taking them to the shed has had a bit of a stall.  The van is currently full of stuff for the land fill.

Now there’s a new habit we’re going to have to get into.  Regular trips to the dump. Continue reading

The Trade Off – things we are gaining

Deciding to move involved weighing the positive and negatives, and figuring out if it was worth giving up so much.  Here are a few of the things we will be gaining by moving out.

Family.

This was a big one for me.  Though the farm itself belongs to my own family, and my siblings all live within a couple of hours of it, my husband also has immediate family in The City, and we’ll be closer to family in yet another province.  In the last few years, the only trips we’ve been able to make to see family has been for funerals.  My husband hadn’t seen his family in years, and with his condition deteriorating, the road trips we used to make in the past were no longer an option.  Being at the farm means that my husband will be able to see his father more often.  With the medical emergency that had him flying out a week earlier than planned, that aspect of it really hit home.  So this one is a HUGE gain.

Quiet.

I’d made a couple of trips out over the years and stayed at the farm with my father.  Despite the fact that I was there for funereal reasons, the peace and quiet of the farm was soul healing.  I spent much valued time just sitting at the table with my father over a cup of tea, enjoying the peace.  I slept better there than I had in years.  I hadn’t even realized how bad my sleep had become until I finally got some good sleep.  My younger daughter, who has had constant sleep problems, has also found huge improvements while at the farm.  Even my husband, who is sleeping on a makeshift bed until the movers bring our stuff over, and is in constant pain, has mentioned being able to get better sleep.

Space.

While the house itself is smaller, we will have so much more space.  The main yard is huge.  There is the spruce grove that has prevented our getting internet.  A maple grove.  Fruit trees.  A huge garden area (we don’t plan to garden right away, but it’ll be an option), plus several smaller gardens closer to the house.  When we do reach the point of being able to garden, I intend to go with raised bed gardening for accessibility.  There is even a second house in the yard.  It wasn’t supposed to stay there, but my parents never got around to moving it to a more permanent location.  All that, and still lots of open space in the yard!

There are the usual outbuildings; barn, cattle pens and hay yards.  All of which are basically used for storage right now.  The land itself is rented out, so it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual farming, though there is enough land around the house and main yard that we could still probably get a few chickens.  My daughter will finally be able to get a dog, and we might even get some alpacas or angora goats at some point, for their fibre.  We would have the space to set up bee hives, if we wanted.  We shall see, after we’ve settled in.  We’ll have the land and space for it.  Heck, just being able to light up the fire pit and have a wiener roast, as I remember we did quite often when I was a child, is something we look forward to!

Financial.

This one is still a bit in the air.  The farm is my mother’s, but she can’t live there anymore.  We will be living there “rent free” in exchange for taking over the expenses.  The problem is, we’re only guessing at what those will be.  So while theoretically, we’ll save a lot of money by not having to pay housing charges (the housing co-op equivalent to rent or mortgage), there will be extra expenses that come from being so isolated, plus having to drive so far out for medical care. Personally, as long as we can stop slowly falling behind, as we have been in the city, I’ll consider it a win.  Plus, we’ll be saving my mother the expense, so it’s win-win for her and us.

No neighbours.

Introverts will understand this one. LOL

We will have neighbours.  There is actually someone living across the road from the farm.  I think.  The family that lived there when I was growing up are long gone, and I am pretty sure there is someone living there now.  I don’t imagine we’d ever cross paths unless we go out of our way to do so.  Plus, I have a brother that lives nearby.  “Nearby” in farm-speak, is about a quarter of a mile away.  All other neighbours are about a mile away or more.

Basically, it means we’ll only see people if we really want to.  I will certainly miss the friendships I’ve developed here; it’s the first time we’ve lived anywhere long enough for that to even happen.  But we will no longer have that ever present population of people around, whether we want to see them or not.  And it’s people that have been the major source of stress in my life.  Toxic people that I just haven’t been able to get away from, for various reasons.  It’ll mean getting away from threats and intimidation and manipulation.  It’ll mean those people will no longer have any say over our lives anymore.

Freedom.

This one is a bit harder to quantify.  We’ll have more freedom to make choices in our lives, simply because we won’t be in a housing co-op anymore (which are run by a board, committees and voting), and we won’t be renting (which means the owner makes all the decisions).  So we don’t have other people telling us what we can or can’t do within our own home.  We’ll be able to leave the curtains open and not worry about who can see in.  We can do things on the property without having to get permission from someone else, first.  Sure, we won’t actually own the farm, but the house needs work, and we’ll be a direct part of the process, rather than having to go along with whatever some board committee or landlord has decided we can have.  No more politicking to get improvements, and being fought or sabotaged every step of the way.

It’s all of that, and yet there is something more, that just doesn’t translate well into words.

 

The Best Laid Plans…

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

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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