Monday, March 23, 2009

Country Living

I seem to be reading a lot of things lately about rural living. Like in places that don't have Targets. Practically the wilderness. And I find myself with the huge desire to say so long to Chiquita (as if I could bring myself to leave her) and pack it all up and move to the country and raise sheep. Who wants to come along? Anyone? We can grow our own vegetables and live off the fat of the land. I'll knit us all sweaters from the sheep wool. And we'll have chickens and a couple of cows and some horses and billy goats. We'll wear boots and drive trucks and start saying ya'll and ma'am. It will be a lot of work but we'll have modern conveniences like indoor plumbing and America's Next Top Model.

But then I remind myself that it takes years for me to finish any knitting project and I don't look good in boots. But I had to do something about the urge. So on Saturday I went to Wal-Mart (which is incredibly back-woodsy, don't you think.) and picked up some plants and went to town planting flowers and tomatoes and squash. Seeing as I have no experience with planting things, and as I live in a first floor apartment with limited sunshine, this should be fun. Then I made bread, which, since the dough hook for the Kitchen Aide wasn't where it's suppose to be and I really hate searching for things, I ended up kneading by hand. And while that was baking I finished up a quilt I've working on. It was very Little House on the Prairie. I even managed a good crying scene earlier in the day, just like Pa would do. (I cry over something practically every day. Just like Pa. We're sensitive, alright?)

Now, what would Ma Ingles do about a sty? I have one in the lower corner of my left eye and while the pain has subsided a little the redness and puffiness are still there. I'm going to show up to nun-chucks class tonight and the 12 year olds are going to think that I hit myself in the eye while practicing my spin set. NO, 12 year-olds, I didn't hit myself in the eye. The nose, cheek, shoulder, knee, forehead and lip, yes. But my eyes have been spared. For now.

11 comments:

Stephanie said...

I'm in charge of making cheese out of the goat's milk!

When do we go?

Chris said...

Hey, Rachel, you could move here. PG doesn't have a Target, and there are horses and ducks on our street.

hi, i'm nancy! said...

i romanticize this type of lifestyle a lot, but then i remember the time i fell into whitewater rapids while out enjoying the earth and sky one day, and the first thing i shouted to everyone who was still in the raft was, "is my mascara running?!"

so, moral of the story? i'm probably really not all that cut out for this kind of thing, but thanks for asking!

Liz W. said...

I think Ma Ingles would lance it, probably with a hot knitting needle.

Let me know if you need help with that, and I'll hold you down while Katie stabs at your eye.

Rach said...

Rachel, you DO NOT want to move where there's no Target. It may sound idyllic, but it is NOT. However, North Ogden is quite lovely and has lots of horse property, and deer eat your bulbs during the winter. And there's a Target close-ish. And I need help with my veggie garden.

colleeeen said...

I am your guru for rural-living dreams. When Dan and I purchase our multi-acre compound in the Owens Valley, we will build guest cottages and attempt to lure friends into joining our commune. The community will get nervous, not knowing what to make of all these outsiders suddenly clogging up the sidewalks. There will be tension, which we will then dispel by inviting everybody in town over for a hoedown in our barn (built from straw bales). It will rock.

teresa p said...

I've done the rural living thing and will readily admit I cannot do it full time. So, my (one day) wealthy benefactor is going to buy me a vacation home in Jackson Hole or Park City, along with the beachside one in Laguna (sigh). I suggest you have your wealthy benefactor do the same for you.

thefoxkids said...

I supose our town is concidered "rural living" our house and 10 acres is zoned (as listed on our deed) Rural Farm. but alas we have no livestock (unless you count the kids) but Ben wants desperately chickens i'm resisting because I only know it will mean more work for ME (selfish I know) oh and our nearest Target is about 35 miles away (so is the Church building, walmart and pretty much any decent restaurant).. but if anyone wants to dip their toe to see what it's like your always welcome... but BRING a jacket it's cold!!!

Oh yea, this is KyLeyne by the way.. i've been lurking on your blog for months (I think I found it through Steph) HI!!!

The Katzbox said...

I fantasized about purchasing a hemp farm (the next industrial farming product) and raising sheep a couple of weeks ago...and I really caused a stir in my facebook community...lots of people were on board....I think I'm still there emotionally....

Amanda said...

Um, my life is perfect for you. At least come for a visit. I live in a small subdivision with a large yard and vegetable garden. Also, raspberry bushes, asparagus, apple trees, cherry trees, etc. We live within 30 driving seconds from several red barns. All this AND they just built a brand new Target about 10 minutes away. It is beautiful. They had to add two lights on the road that led to the new Mecca. So, I feel like I have the best of both worlds. It feels country without all the work of country.
Please come for a visit!

Heather said...

I'm comin' with ya, k?

(Rachel you're the best...you made me smile today!)