Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I'd be so mad at myself if I moved to a city. What do people do in a city? What would I do in a city? I mean really, after all of your inside work was done, then what? Shop? God forbid. I hate shopping. Unless you count book shopping on Amazon. I can't even imagine how to fill a day if one lives in a city. I live in a small town now. Parts of it are like a city. I can be at the post office, library, corner store or bank in 10 minutes. 1 minute if I drive. Parts are like the country. I can walk a block and be out of sight of any house. I can see trees and prairie and deer prints in the snow. But a city? Please. Go outside and do what? And see what? My heart lies in the country. Places untouched by human hands. Wildflowers. Soaring pines. Trembling aspens. Nature. Connection. I am made for manual labour. I like to work hard physically. Don't get me wrong, I love to read books but AFTER I have worked and used my body. My body has not failed me yet. It does what I want it to do. Time after time. Recovery is just the slightest bit slower now that I am almost fifty. Almost but not yet. Not for a few more years. How can I be fifty when I feel as young and as fit as I ever have? Fifty. Hmmm. Yes, fifty. Time to make dreams come true before I regret not trying at all. Really, what do we have if we don't have dreams? I dream of wide open spaces. I dream of not seeing any other houses from my own house. Trees. I do love trees. I need to learn more about trees. I know the basics. Maples, aspens, pine, spruce, fir. Can you tell the difference between the conifers... just by smell? Well now I can. So can Athena. We learned this hands on in science. But really? What would I do when Athena is long gone if I lived in a city?