A conversation with Milah the other day got me to thinking about how much my life has changed over the past ten years. There was a day where I lived in the city and had a high tech telecommunications job with all of it's high tech demands. Meetings. Deadlines. Pressure.
Now that I'm a yarn and egg farmer I realize I still have meetings, deadlines and pressure. It's a tough job. Not everyone is cut out for it. I mean just watch the madness at one of our board meetings...
That wool growing and egg gathering business is seriously demanding. And the traffic on the way to work is just brutal. But somebody's got to do it.
(I'm just very, very grateful that the Engineer allows it to be me.)
9 comments:
dang, that's is an AWFUL commute. It's a good thing you aren't allergic to wool!!
I think I hate you right now.
Love the cud chewing sounds in the background!
It's a tough job, you have to watch your step (literally) everywhere you go. ;D
So much better then living in the city with a high pressure job!
Isn't the country great?
Please, please, please hire me! I will work for food and occasional visits to Sheville. I'll take the minutes at your board meetings. I'll rub the ears of sheep. I'll feed the chickens.
I want in! Should I send you my resume? I have herded cattle 2 miles down an Irish road. Does that help?
I just LOVE watching a Shetland's eyes droop to half-mast while getting a chin rub; one of the best things in the world. :-)
Looks pretty peaceful to me!
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