Sunday, May 31, 2009

Contry life; City Life

I sit in the barn waiting impatiently for Taylor to get the lawn mower out. The Explorer is parked right outside the door and we both know chances are good I'd hit it, so he drives the lawn mower out. He jumps off, I fly on and down the road I go! Legally I'm illegal but that's only a small issue. I'm speeding, as fast as a lawn mower can speed, down an alley now and feel no concern for something as trifle as the law. Besides that, the popo's know me around here and will simply escort me back home. I look down at my gast tank and realize my ride needs to come to an end soon, I head back. Upon returning I find my step brother, Bethany and Torie in the pool. They yell for me to come in, I have no desire to do so. It's 65 degrees outside and the water's freezing. I look at the lake across the street and wonder if that water's any warmer...my guess is no. I slowly walk into the house, I realize that I miss this. A lot. I miss the slow paced days that you fill with nothingness. There's no rush like there is in the city. Here, somehow everything always gets done. You find ways to entertain yourself. Horseback riding, quadding or when the quad is broke lawn mowering, cray fishing, swimming, reading, hide and go seek in the dark, taking a jaunt up to the ice cream shop, getting lost in the woods or just getting lost period which I seem to do quite a bit. I miss all of this. I miss the boredom of summer, when it's close to the end and you're just ready for a change. I miss making jam, picking row after row of beans and peas and canning anything and everything that will can. Picking bushel after bushel of apples and getting homemade applie pies, applesauce, dried apples anything apple you can think of. I miss the frigid cold of winter, making snowmen, snowball fights and building forts...that you don't get stuck in. It seems like in the city there's always some thing that has to be done. Everything is urgent. Here, it's not so. Life just rolls along at a nice slow, sometimes too slow pace. It's a different life style up here. Their idea of excitement is when the news guy gets a hair cut. At times I love this other times I hate it. I guess there's no perfect place, you have to make the best of where you are and what you have. You have to learn to enjoy the present and not long for something 500 miles away. The city's not so bad, sure it's crowded and polluted and the cops don't know you on a first name basis but it still has a lot to offer. It helps you to become more aware, well rounded. You can still have fun it's just a different kind of fun. You can't always be where you most desire to be, so you have to learn to be content where you're at.





Well, that's my rambling for the day. I'm gonna go ride the lawn mower now.

Friday, May 8, 2009

One of God's great gifts to man kind.