Too Much

Tis the season for buying.  Stores are chock-full of toys, decorations and displays full of everything I   never knew I wanted.  It makes me want to buy things, which is exactly the stores goal.

This weekend I donated over 10 boxes to the local thrift store.  10 boxes of items I had, at one time, thought were important enough to buy and bring into my home.  It makes you stop and think, lugging all of those boxes out to your vehicle.  I bought all of this. When I buy more things in the future are they going to end up in boxes to be given away, too?

Looking at the toys scattered throughout our small home, I wonder, as I have many times before, if all of this is really necessary. I get caught up in the hype of colors and marketing and buy, buy, buy for our granddaughter, Elle, and her little friends. But what if there was half as much stuff or 1/4 as much?  Would they be bored?  I don't think so.

We must have 100 little plastic figures, animals and people.  Do you know what they do with them?  Dump them on the floor.  I conducted a little experiment where I took 5 small plastic toys.  I set them on the counter in the kitchen. Elle saw the figures and started playing with them, setting them up in a row, sticking them on the edge of her plate and in the straw of her cup, tipping them over, etc.  I asked her the colors and we counted how many there were.  We turned them upside down and used funny voices to pretend they were talking.  After eating, I moved them to a little table in the living room.  They were like a magnet.  And the rest of the toys, ignored.

I could probably reconstruct this experiment with any number of toys we have: cars, blocks, Legos, puzzles, etc.  Pull one out and watch what the kids do.  Why do I feel the kids need SO MUCH of the things they love when they are just as happy or maybe even more happy with less?  More isn't always better,  it's confusing, stressful, and messy.

The wooden car pictured above was purchased for 5 cents at the thrift store.  No bells, no whistles, no fear of becoming broken or damaged by mud or water.  It's perfect.  I need more of this and less of everything else.

I can not get another shirt hung in my closet.  Last night I tried on 6 or 7 shirts, discarding each one in disgust as it fit me funny or clung to areas I wasn't interested in it clinging to.  I ended up pulling out a top my sister bought me with a cover up sweater and felt good.   I bought a few more of the tops in different patterns and they are my go to tops whenever I want to look a little nicer than the spandex and v-neck t-shirts I generally wear.  Why do I have these other "unwearable to me" clothes in my closet?  The closet is literally stuffed.

Tomorrow I am sorting through my closet. I am going to be ruthless and remove anything and everything I don't love. I might hold on to one box of "I love these shirts, but they don't quite fit", just in case I drop 10 lbs like I hope.  We can all dream! But the rest of the clothes will hopefully find homes with people who actually wear them.  What is their purpose if they aren't going to be worn?

I want my home filled with useful items.  Toys that will be played with.  Clothes that will be worn.  Utensils that are used.  Books that will be read or referenced.  Decorations that make me feel happy or content.  I want to make room and time, for what gives us joy, for what has a purpose and this coming year will be centered on this, among using up what I have before purchasing anything new. I also want to renew my pursuit for more real food in our diets and less processed treats, although I am weak in this area.  Can you say candy?

I have been reading a few different books and blogs on minimalism lately and the repeating theme is: live the life you want, don't be bogged down with material items that require upkeep and space that you have to pay for, use your space for the things you love, surround yourself with what makes you happy, makes your life easier, be content, concentrate on what brings you joy and work for it, be happy.

I love being happy.

Reflection

Relax

Happiness

No Guru Here

Three years ago, my husband JR and I moved from a 2000 sq. ft home in the suburbs to a home in the country less than half the size, 880 sq. ft. Our first home was almost 3000 sq ft, so we were no strangers to downsizing.  We whittled our possessions down to our favorites and settled in to the country life with our menagerie of animals, 3 large dogs, 5 cats and 2 rabbits.  JR worked mostly from home, so we stuck him in a corner in the spare room and I started dreaming of gardens, farm animals, self-sufficiency and a quiet, simple life.

A year later, we built a garage, larger than our home, settled JR into his new “office” and started filling it up.  Around this time, my oldest daughter surprised us with our first grandchild and we went a little nuts with buying stuff for the baby.  We also acquired miniature donkeys, started raising chickens and built coops and pens.  I started caring for other children to give our granddaughter playmates and money to help pay for toys, mostly, and our youngest daughter’s upcoming wedding.  

And here we are, once again drowning in stuff.  Although I am not a big spender or a mall shopper, I am a “lots of little things”, shopper and have learned in my years of buying “lots of little things” how to stack, store and organize “lots of little things”.  BUT IT’S TOO MUCH.  

It’s time to get serious and focus on what makes me happy.  It might not be what makes everyone happy, but that’s okay.  Join me, if you like, in my quest for a simpler life, a healthier life, a more frugal life where the focus is on happiness and quality of life.  

Book Review: You Can Buy Happiness (and it's cheap)

Tammy and her husband, Logan, started off wanting a large house with the best things money could buy, but with credit card debt and school loans, they couldn't afford it. They decided to buckle down and get their loans paid off, but on the way took a trip to Mexico to help the Zapatistas. Tammy had been volunteering for the Mexico Solidarity Network to help earn money for their education and health care and she felt this trip would complement her volunteer work. This trip to Mexico was the turning point in her life. Living out of one bag and seeing how other people lived, opened her eyes to the excessive lifestyle she had been living and hoping for. This book follows Tammy and her husband's path towards a more simplified life to a smaller apartment, then smaller, then finally a tiny house. I thought the book was interesting, she gave a lot of practical pointers about sharing items, living without a car, downsizing, etc. Worth a read. 4 out of 5.

It's Getting Better All The Time

To say I love my life is an understatement.  My only misgiving is the fact that we didn't move to the country sooner, but I am so happy JR and I got here when we did.

I generally have a plan of what I am doing each day which typically includes walking; some form of cleaning, whether it be donkey pen, house, laundry, organizing, etc.; gardening or yard work; food preparation or putting food by; shopping; and research. I also care for Elle, my Granddaughter, when I am needed and when this is the case, I happily put most things on the back burner until she returns home to Mama.

I know from having 3 girls of my own the days fly by incredibly fast and time spent with Elle is so important.  Before I know it she, too, will be grown, living her own life.  My place in the country will still be here and me along with it.

I am thrilled this is the place Elle will know as Grammie and Pop's.  We spend so much time outside with the animals, walking and sitting on the porches and as Elle grows from infant to toddler there will be more and more to explore and experience.  It warms my heart just thinking about it.

Another absolutely amazing thing about living here is our neighbor, Alexis.  She totally saved my donkey Cletus' life after a botched up castration and a negligent vet decided he didn't want to come back out on a farm call to follow up on his care.  Not only did Alexis administer penicillin to my donkey when I was ready to haul him to an animal hospital, but she recommended an awesome vet who I adore.  Since, we have had Jethro castrated with minimal issues.  It wasn't the vet's fault Jethro wouldn't leave his wound alone, but she was on top of the situation and helped us get him well quickly.  All and all the procedure went smoothly compared to Cletus'.

Alexis and I have gotten to know each other quite well since the donkey escapade.  She owns and cares for many polo horses, as well as plays polo.  If you don't think I add the word "water" to "polo" every single time I think it, you would be wrong.  Kimbre, my youngest, played for 10 years and I can NOT stop doing it.

Alexis needed a little help next door and even though I know nothing and I do mean NOTHING about polo or horses, I offered to help.  Yikes, she is a brave soul.  I have never felt more stupid in my whole life.  The patience Alexis showed me was above and beyond, I have no idea how she did it.  Luckily polo season ended and Elle was born and stole me away before I caused major damage to something. We aren't through with each other yet though.

Alexis is due with her first child the end of May and after her Aunt returns to England, guess who gets to care for her sweet baby while Alexis cares for and trains her horses?  ME!!!  THIS, I know how to do.  THIS is my calling.  To have Elle and Violet together, 7-8 months apart, is an added perk and I am giddy thinking about it.  We are going to have so much fun!

I have been health conscious for awhile now, I say conscious, because there is definitely room for improvement, but now I have much more incentive.  To grow vegetables and fruit for the girls to eat, food I know is pure and untainted, takes on a whole new meaning.  To keep myself healthy is good, but to help 2 little humans grow into healthy strong adults is such an honor and gives me such a sense of purpose.

I cared for children most of my adult life with a few stops and starts when I managed the thrift store and owned the bookstore.  I cooked and fed the children what I knew to be good at that time, getting progressively more informed as the years rolled by, but I didn't have the garden I do now.  Now I could pick a carrot, steam it and feed it to the babies.  I get chills!

Just when I didn't think my life could get any better, it did.  I have tears in my eyes just thinking about it.

I am happily married to a man who shares most of my views of what we want out of life; I have 3 terrific daughters who are good, honest people; I have a granddaughter who owns my heart; I am going to have a new baby to love, care for and teach; I have a menagerie of animals who not only give me affection and entertainment, but some who provide food for me; I have good friends I have met since moving here and get to frequent a great little bar which reminds me of WI; I have friends who I haven't lost touch with even though we moved; I have an awesome garden that I am learning more and more about growing with organic fertilizer sources taken from our acreage; I have trees surviving that we planted that may some day feed us; I have beauty surrounding me on my daily walks.  Simply, I have life by the ass.  

And I am so thankful.

Follow your dreams.  Have the patience to work towards your goals.  Just do it.  Believe me, I know.

I didn't realize when I got farm animals it meant I couldn't have landscape plants unless we put up fences everywhere.  I'm not really opposed to attractive fencing, but JR hates fences and weed whacking around them.  And digging post holes.  And not being able to walk through areas without opening a gate.  Or going anywhere he wants on the four wheeler.

I have to bring up the idea of additional fencing very carefully.  A little hint here and there, possibly a sign of frustration when the chickens eat yet another cantaloupe or cucumber from the garden. Granted, I didn't plant cantaloupes and they were volunteers, but I would rather we ate the melons and not the chickens.

I say things like, "When you have time, could you... " "Not right now, but..." "I know you have a lot going on, but..." I want to make sure he doesn't think I am riding him to do yet one more thing for me, but I am not a patient person. When I get an idea, I want to do it RIGHT now!

My donkeys have a 1 acre pen they share with the chickens.

The chickens free range during the day, returning to the pen and their coop to grab some grub or lay an egg. At dusk they put themselves back in the coop, me encouraging the dawdlers with scratch, and we close them in for the night for safety.  The donkeys stay in the pen until I let them out.  Typically they are free during the day to graze around the property because they have eaten the grass in their pen down to nothing.  This is when they get into trouble.

The donkeys tear at our peach or citrus trees, eat all the leaves off my rose bushes, rip plants out of pots, or eat my bird seed from my hanging feeders, sometimes all of those. It drives me nuts, but I don't like them out of sight, so any time they are a little too far away from me, I haul them back to the house, where they get in trouble, where I need fences. Here is one of the many fences surrounding our trees. They are staked to the ground, which isn't always a deterrent for the donkeys.

I researched diligently before I purchased any bushes or flowers for around the cabin.  I know how these donkeys are, if they can get to it, they will chew on it.  Azaleas, no.  Oleanders, no.  Junipers, Yew, Ivy, Avocado, the list goes on of plants to keep away from equines.  I stood in Home Depot Garden Center scanning the stocked plants and checking them against the list of poisonous plants online, a little perturbed at how many there were.

I settled on Variegated Pittosporum and Mexican Heather.  We planted them in front of the cabin and immediately blocked them with an open topped, metal, dog play yard on one side of the steps and electrical fencing, minus electricity, on the other. 

Not pretty, but that's okay because this lasted 2 minutes before the donkeys figured out how to get in there and rip half the plants out of the ground. 

Plan B.  I decided having bushes in front of the cabin was overrated.  I mean, snakes could hide behind them and stuff, right?  So JR and I moved the remaining tiny bushes up to the front entrance, on either side of the gate, by my rose bushes and poisonous Azaleas. Give it time, in 10 years, it will look smashing.   

I have decided I am going to make my fenced backyard my flower garden and not let the donkeys back there anymore.  We have also talked about possibly saving cedar trunks and making a fence to go around the pomegranate, citrus and bird feeders I have on the side yard. I removed all the lower bird feeders because Cletus kept knocking them down.  Everything else is surrounded by wire fencing.  Poor little plants are in prison. 

We have a fence around the outside of the property:

A fence around the backyard:

A fence around my garden:

A fence to keep the donkeys in:

So yes, we have animals and with animals we have fencing. I have not given up on my landscaping ideas, but I might need to revise them a little.  I mean, what would I do without the boys? ;)  They will be here as long as I am, so might as well make it donkey friendly around here even if it means a few less flowers around the place. 

Chick, Chick

And then there were six.  Eggs, that is.  In the last 2 weeks our eggs per day have doubled, then doubled again and again.  It's such a thrill and the thrill isn't lessening with each new day.  Every afternoon I walk out to the coop, open the back and... presents!!!  And I don't just mean bird droppings.  If I had known what a wonder this all was, I would have had chickens in the city a long time ago.

People don't tell you how neat chickens are.  I mean, really tell you.  Sure, I have heard, "I love our chickens, I love watching our chickens, our chickens are funny, they have such personalities", but they are really, really neat!

They are friendly.  I researched before I got the chickens on the best egg layers with the friendliest personalities and came up with Barred Plymouth Rocks.  They are also good for their meat, which I don't plan on finding out.  If it was the end of the world, maybe, but I'll put that on the back burner for now.

I needed friendly birds because I have always been afraid of them.  I remember walking down by the Fox River near my home in Wisconsin and a huge flock of birds were on the telephone wires squawking away. I must have been near their nests because they started dive bombing me and shrieking.  I ran out of there so fast, my heart jumping out of my chest!

I ordered the chicks from a mail order company as close to me in TX as I could get.  I figured I didn't need Alaskan chicks.  The less stress on them the better. They arrived in a little cardboard box which I asked my husband to open in case any of them had died.  But no, six fluffy little chicks, the five I had ordered and the bonus chick they generally include in case you lose one in shipping. They were soooo cute, but I still had quivers down my spine at the thought of touching them.

I had their little home all set up.  A wire dog cage with the top piece zip tied along the back, so I could move it up and down, set on our screened in porch.  Inside I had encircled a big piece of corrugated plastic to keep any breeze off them.  It had a layer of newspaper and then shavings on top of that and then paper towel on top of that, so they wouldn't eat the shavings.  I also had a thermometer and a heat lamp to keep them warm.

I had Gro-gel prepared which is a green powder that you mix with water that becomes gelly. It is full of vitamins.  I also mixed up a batch of water for them with added electrolytes and probiotics to replenish anything they might have lost from their travel to me and there was chick food scattered on the paper towels.

I put the box in the cage, then tipped it to get the chicks out, less touching this way.  But now I had to dip their beaks in water to make sure they all drank.  I took a deep breath and they were so soft, but weird feeling, like I was touching a bird! Ugh.  It wasn't that bad if I didn't look at their feet.  They were so birdlike!

Let's say I got over it, kind of.  I don't sweep down and pick them up now, but I pet them all time and let them come around me without getting freaky.  I HAVE picked them up to put them in the coop when I need to, but that isn't a daily occurrence.

They run up to me anytime I walk outside and are very curious as to what I am doing.  I might have treats.  They let me pet their beautiful, soft feathers, but if they are unsure, they look like they are playing a game of Green Light, Red Light.  Run, Run, Run...OH NO she is coming towards me.  STOP!  Crouch.  Wait.  Green Light.... GO!  It is hilarious!

The chickens are a little shy.  They surround me, cluck at me and follow me, but they rarely touch.  It's like me with Kelly Clarkson.  "Do you see me?  Do you like me?  Will you notice me?  Hey! Hey!  Over here!!!  Wait!  Are you nice? "

Sometimes they hop on the porch and watch us through the windows.  They will talk to us with rolling sounds that turn into a real "cluck" noise.  And if you talk to them, they will always cock their head to the side like they are really listening to you.

Watching them run is my favorite thing to do.  It is like if you tied your hands behind your back and sprinted down the road.  They have soft fluffy rears that wiggle back and forth.  So funny!

I have a horrible time telling them apart.  I should have gotten a mixed batch, but one has a crooked comb, named after my friend, Sheila, and there is another with a crooked right toe who I am thinking of naming Lisa, but to tell you the truth, end up calling her "crooked toe" all the time.  I spend a lot of time with them and will get their names to them soon enough. They will be Sheila, Lisa, Nancy, Flo, Audrey and Debbie, after my friends from League City.

We close them in their coop and run in the evening for their safety, but let them free range all day.  They mostly stick together in groups of 3 or all together, separating only to go to the coop to lay an egg.  They put themselves to bed at night, so we just have to close the door.  The coop and donkeys are also in the same acre pen, so they keep an eye on the chickens for us at night.

So if you ask, I love my chickens,  I love watching our chickens, our chickens are funny, they have such personalities.  One more thing; they give us incredible eggs.  The yolks are a bright orange, the whites clear, the taste, amazing.  It tastes real, not at all processed or watered down, rich.

Get chickens, even if only 2 or 3, you won't regret it. This here is Lisa, aka Crooked Toe.