Day in the life
I’ve had quite a few requests to do a ‘day-in-the-life-of’. I’m up for that, I like those too, but all I seem to be doing these last few weeks is putting away boxes after our big kitchen renovation. That and fermenting, drying, salting, curing summer’s bounty. So! I thought I might turn the spotlight on my main squeeze and sing his praises for a bit.
You hear my voice here, but I promise you, we’re only in this place we created together through hard work and sacrifice, because I have the unshakable support and steadfast love of a good man.
And a good man is indeed what he is. Moral and humble. Patient and always working to be the quality of man he expects of himself. I’ve gushed about him here before so I will leave it at that and get on with what is day looked like yesterday:
0430: wake up, work out in home gym, have cup of coffee with my smokin’ hot wife before leaving for work
0600-1400: work shift in ER. Theme of the day – stitches, including a couple fingers cut off with a self inflicted machete wound.
1500 – come home, shower, eat (see pics), sit down in sunroom and talk with family
1600 – pull out a few white pine and eastern white cedar logs I harvested in our woods over the summer. Mill the pine into boards to build a raccoon proof garbage can shed.
1730 – eat supper with family. Play a game of “spit” with daughter. She wins. As usual.
1830 – load up cedar rails to repair split cedar cattle fencing. Most of our fencing is 100 years old and still standing but it does need maintenance.
1930 – grab daughter and finish up the climbing pegboard project we’ve been working on. Instead of buying a crappy one, we cut down a dying elm on our property, milled it, and worked on doing this together. She thinks it’s pretty cool (and pretty old school). We used to have to climb this in school gym class.
2100 – Tara’s done chores so all that’s left to do is have a shower and get into bed for a little reading before passing out.
That’s it! Every day is so different but always some variation of this theme. Hope I didn’t conk you out with our mundane day-to-day, but that’s a little taste of our life in the wilds.