I love sunflowers. I spent time living in Kansas and that I guess is the one thing I took from there. I have numerous sunflower pieces of art in my kitchen and dining area. I ran across this youtube video by EcoHeidi Borchers some time back., I took her design, also using pop/beer cans and came up with my own design. I'm still finishing that particular piece, but here it is as far as I got.
My husband's aunt's funeral was last week and she really loved cardinals, so I had the idea to try and make a cardinal out of pop cans and this is what I came up with. We glued a plant stake on the back and put it in the plant and we had a great personalized addition to the plant for the funeral. Click here if you are interested in any of these.
It is one month ago that my mother went to her local hospital and then was flown to Oklahoma City due to heart complications. The first 24 hours were touch and go, but then she begin to rally. A friend stayed with her those first two days untilI was able to get there since I live seven hours away and I am live the closest to her. I stayed with her in the hospital for three nights, before taking her back to her apartment. While we were in the hospital I was reminded again of how fleeting life is as the 21st anniversary of my son's death slipped by. There were also a couple of nights when I wondered whether she would make it through the night, but she always pulled through. I always felt that death was knocking, but she just wasn't letting him in. I wanted to write about reflections of my son's life around his birthday in November, but it didn't happen so I thought I will do it on the anniversary of his death, but once again, I was too busy and preoccupied to do much more than whisper "I remember Zach."
Those that know me know I have not spent a lot of time with my Mom over the last years. We haven't and still don't see eye to eye on a lot of things. It has been easier in the last months, maybe even as long as the last year or so, but I still haven't spent a lot of time with her.
There are those that know her as a friend, but truly don't know her like we as children know her. My head says Mom loved us and I guess in her own way she does, but my heart has never felt it.
After I brought Mom home the doctor said to Mom "you can't stay by yourself anymore". So the process started of getting her settled into another "home" this time a nursing home. She chose the nursing home there in Corn, which has always been one of the best around and she was willing to go. This in itself was a miracle. All of her life she loudly proclaimed "I don't want to go to a nursing home". Granted her severe food allergies would tax a saint. She also had worked in the nursing home for ten or eleven years when I was growing up watching over my grandma (her mother) who had Alzheimer's so she never wanted to live in one.
I can understand those thoughts and wishes, but being on the other side of the situation it was rather frustrating because when a person should be willing to look down the road and make plans with the knowledge they have. When there are certain triggers certain plans are enacted. Maybe I'm too clinical in looking at life. I have told my kids that I am somewhat pragmatic. Dealing with life and getting things done when it needs to be done, later you stop and deal with your thoughts and emotions but in the midst of a situation you soldier on.
For years, when people in the facility she lived in or even older family members would move closer to their children she never could understand why they would do that since they were so happy there. There are times when you have to think about the bigger picture of what will be best for everyone, not just for yourself. It would have been nice to have had the conversation with her months or years ago about what was best when that next step was necessary, so decisions and actions didn't have to be made in crisis mode. I am trying to say people we/I need to learn from her mistakes.
When you are young enough and in your right mind is when you need to have the conversation of what are you going to do at the various stages in your life. Those plans may change with time and or they may not work at all, but at least you have looked reality in the face and said with the information I have today if this happens we will do XYZ, rather than waiting until you are in the middle of a crisis and are having to make major life decisions. There will still be adjustments to be made and a certain amount of grieving, but at least you will have a plan.
I understand a person has to be flexible and willing to "go with the flow" as my husband says, but it was annoying to me to have to do all of this in crisis mode. Maybe the actual transition has to be done in crisis mode, but if the decisions don't have to be done in crisis mode that is a big help. Or when you reach a point in life where you realize yes I am still able to care for myself but would it be better to be closer to family now while I could still make a move. To me not even being willing to talk about different stages of a person's life is selfish. My opinion, everyone has a right to their opinion and that is mine. It isn't all about your own selfish wants and wishes. Well that is my rant for today.
Tis New Year's Day. Is it a holiday or not? Do you take the day off or is your place of business open? Being self-employed that is always the question. When we take the day off there are no billable hours. No holiday pay unless you have saved up for it. I like being self-employed for several reasons. Yes you work for yourself, but you are really working for many different people. You have to complete projects when you say you will or else they may decide they don't want you doing the work. If the job allows you to work from home and allows for it you can choose when you work. Maybe you are a morning person and like getting up at the crack of dawn and putting in a few hours before breakfast, or maybe you catch your second wind late in the evening and go strong until the wee hours of the night.
I quit making New Year's resolutions years ago, but I find at this start of the new year a time of reflection, to re-evaluate goals. Maybe just getting them written down again, maybe breaking them down into smaller steps so they are more easily attainable. Today, I am just looking at ways to remind myself exactly why we chose this journey we are on. There are those out there that call it a "simple life", there are those that call it downsizing, minimalism, or self-sufficiency. To us it is all of the above.
Our goal is to get our overhead so low that we only have to work a limited number of hours to meet our needs and to have the funds to complete the projects we want. As a part of this, I need to add a few more clients and my husband's side of the business needs to continue to grow and we need to continue to reduce our expenses. We already, rarely eat out, I make things from scratch, we are green in that the only time we use paper towels is soaking up grease, we keep the thermostat down, especially at night or when we are gone, we have custom window blankets over the north windows in the winter and the south in the summer, we buy groceries when they are on sale, we buy our clothes at the thrift store, except for shoes, we walk as much as we can here in town, I can and bake and have a garden, I have made our own laundry soap for a couple years now, learn to drink water or tea instead of pop (or at least less pop than before, my husband is down to one a day) eat leftovers, either cut cable or reduce to the lowest tier, I'm sure there are many other ways to live with less expenses, I'm just not thinking of them right at this moment.
Second we are trying to continue to downsize. I am not a minimalist yet but I am slowly working at getting rid of things. I haven't got rid of much of anything yet, but my garage sale/flea market pile is getting bigger. Having stuff in storage these past few months has made it easier and easier to say "I really don't miss those things." We still want to hang pictures on the walls and there are some things we are keeping for sentimental reasons, and down the road the time may be right to move out some more things. However, every box that is still in storage will be reviewed. What is in this box, is it necessary, is it useful for our day to day lives or will it just sit in the box and take up space. I just ran across this article today and thought they had a lot of good points and ideas for simplifying. http://www.keeperofthehome.org/2014/08/journey-simple-living-begin.html#_a5y_p=2331673 or if you are on Pinterest, just do a search for "simple living"
I really like looking at the tiny/small homes posted on the various "Tiny House blogs" and eventually we want to downsize even more than we did, we went from 2200 sq ft home to less than 1000. However, I work from home and need an office or at least a place for my computer, I like to cook and preserve food and have lots of kitchen tools and store extra foodstuffs so a person needs a place for those type of items. I also like to do a variety of crafts and my husband has a number of tools so we need places for those types of things. I think a person just needs a good storage building/shop and a small place to live with room for an office desk. I have seen some people with Tiny/Small Homes utilize outdoor cooking/kitchen areas for food preservation such as canning in the summer. For those that have no idea what the "Tiny House" movement is here is a good article about it. http://www.sustainablebabysteps.com/tiny-house.html.
So I started this article on New Year's Day and today is January 6, I guess it is better to finally get the article done than not at all. At this point I don't know if we will ever move to a smaller place or what the future holds, but we are enjoying this adventure and what it has brought so far. We like our small house and the community we are in, just exploring opportunities each and every day.
I don't know quite where to start. We got the moving stuff done and we know we are where we are supposed to be, but when I wrote this we were in limbo. We were not able to move in to our house for three weeks. It was nice on the one hand to have some down time but yet were not able to totally enjoy our time off, like a real vacation.
In the process of packing for the move I did get the camping stuff packed all in one place, but then some of it had to go on the moving truck because fuel items had to go on the pickup for safety reasons. So we couldn't find some things I had packed for this camping period and it challenged our patience.
There were a couple of items besides the non-perishable food-box we couldn't find, I knew where they were in the house and they were packed but it really would have been nice to have laid our hands on them. A couple of these things I should have had with me in the notebook of documents and notes we used regularly, but I hadn't done it and it caused some tension, but we worked through it.
In addition we have to take care of Max, our dog, much more than we ever had to before, making it seem like we have a toddler. Where we lived before we had five acres and our nearest neighbors were about two miles away in any direction, so he had lots and lots of space to explore and run. Now he was on a cable around the campsite or on a leash when we took him for walks each evening just before dark when the heat dissipated. He wouldn't eat and he wasn't going to the bathroom like he should. Totally stressed out and depressed. We feel bad for him, but this is how life will be and we have committed to walking him every day.
The intense heat didn't help either. I can deal with the heat better than the cold, but this humidity will be something to get used to. It was particularly bad when I needed to do something in the tent during the day. Even if I needed to be in there for just a few minutes I would be wringing wet. Late in the afternoons we would take cool showers and not even dry off, just let what little air movement help cool us down. The cool water also brought our body temperature down late in the day which helped us sleep. Thankfully it would cool down at dark and there usually was a slight breeze off the lake during the night so at least I was pulling up a light blanket by morning.
The second night after the move we woke up in the middle of the night with Max whining and wanting in the tent, it was starting to rain and storm. We let him in for which he was very glad and lay there hoping and praying that the storm would move on quickly. Thankfully we had chosen wisely with this tent and we only had a few drips. My other fear was the lightening hitting one of the nearby trees and a branch coming down on us. A tent is maybe not the greatest thing in the world to be in during a thunderstorm.
During this week we both were coming down from the adrenaline rush of the move and also electronic and news withdrawals. I was able to get some of my work done at the library using their Wi-Fi for a couple of days, but it was slow, lots of updates and working on a different computer with only one monitor takes some getting used to. While I went to town Mitch would stay with Max. I enjoyed my time at the library though because the librarian introduced me to people and I helped build the library's website.
Through this week I realized I must learn to appreciate doing nothing. To listen to the silent/loud sounds of nature. It is however as my oldest daughter said," When she came off of summer school, she was restless and felt like she should be studying or doing something."
It is very hard for me to relax. I feel I should be doing something, or I am afraid I have forgotten to do something or take care of a detail. Now that I am self-employed this is something I experience regularly. That I always need to be working at least some everyday to keep the billable hours going and that I don't forget to make an update for one of my clients.
I had to make laundry soap again this month. Since the move I had ran out so it was time to stir up a batch again. I have been making my own laundry soap now for a couple of years now and I have been so pleased with the savings that I won’t be going back to buying laundry soap again. There are several factors to saving money when doing laundry. Making your own laundry soap is one part of it.
I made "bar soap" once or twice before, using rendered fat and lye, but never laundry soap. In fact I grated up some of the home made soap for use in the laundry years ago, but wasn't too happy with it at that time but at that time no one had ever heard of the internet to learn how to do things and it had been so many years since my mom had made soap she didn't remember how to do it. When the cost is broken down per oz of laundry soap it comes to about $.06-.10 per load.
However, almost a two years ago through research and reading various homesteading/preparedness blogs/websites, I discovered several recipes for making “Home Made Laundry Soap”. I bought the materials I would need and decided to make a batch one evening when I was home alone. That way if it bombed I could throw it out and no one would be the wiser. I followed the directions and made my first batch. It worked just like it was supposed to and I started using it for our laundry.
My DH has very sensitive skin and it didn’t bother him so I fessed up and told him what I was using and he gave me the “ewww” comment just to give me a hard time, but now when the subject is brought up he is very proud of how much we are saving and that it is one more skill, we have.
I had noticed however, in using this soap that especially now through the winter months when I couldn't hang up my clothes out on the line as much that some of the whites were getting a bit dingy looking. I did some more research and found that adding white vinegar in place of the softener and do an extra rinse occasionally things came out really fresh and clean. I have also read about and tried adding 1/2 cup of hydrogen peroxide to the wash cycle and it helps get rid of the gray dingies.
Here is the recipe I used and some links to some other recipes and good resources I have found.
1 bar Fels Naptha® Soap
1-1/2 cups washing soda (Not baking soda)
(Here is how to make your own washing soda if you can’t find it in the store. http://www.onegoodthingbyjillee.com/2013/01/make-your-own-washing-soda-for-homemade-laundry-detergent.html)
1-1/2 cups borax 20 Mule Team®
Add Warm water in large pan half full on medium heat about 1-2 quarts water.
Add grated soap stirring for a moment until melted.
Have another pot of water on the stove heating while you are melting your grated soap.
Add the washing soda and borax. Stir to keep your mixture an even consistency.
Once it is an even consistency, lower the heat to low medium and let the soap sit and thicken.
It will not thicken as evenly if you continue to stir.
After 20 minutes soap mixture should have a honey like consistency and be ready to mix with water.
Add the boiling water to your 5 gallon bucket.
Add soap mixture & stir well.
Add more water stirring regularly until bucket is 3/4 full.
Soap will be foamy from adding all of the water, but bubbles will stir right back in.
Break up clumps that form at this time.
Leave uncovered 24 hours to cure then keep lid on tight. This step is important.
One thing I found interesting while making soap this time is that it gelled up really thick and everything worked perfect and it has a great consistency throughout. The only thing different was the water. The water where we are living now is much softer than it was in western Oklahoma. So apparently soft water will make a better soap even though I put Borax in the mix which is supposed to be helpful for hard water.
My plan for next time is to use some homemade bar soap in place of the Fels Naptha® soap.
I saw another product online and that is Soap Nuts, I recently found this on the shelf in the Whole Foods Grocery store. They say you can use several of these nuts for multiple loads so one box of nuts will last for many many loads.
There are some people that don’t have the room or would rather use dry laundry soap. Most of the links below also have recipes for a dry version.
Here are some links for that option.
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When we finally knew the day we were going to close on our house in Oklahoma, we both made the decision to quit work on the same day. August 11 was the fateful day.
I had made arrangements to continue working for the company I was working for on a contract basis. I am a graphic designer so that was going to work well, but my husband was quitting his job of fourteen years.
This journey we were on is one that we had talked about and dreamed of ever since my husband and I came together, but the timeline changed due to me getting fired in January 2013, so when the day came for him to quit my husband “fired the company” he was working for, for what they had done to us, because you know “it is just business”. (We were both working at the same company when I got fired.)
Those last few days we were trying to get all the loose ends wrapped up and finish the packing. We were getting really tired and bogged down. However, we had one friend come a couple days to help us load the truck and then on Friday afternoon, after we closed on the house, some dear friends came to help finish loadthe truck. This guy was a packing machine. We all worked until after midnight and then they came back the next morning and helped us finish. At first we thought we were going to have to come back for another load, but he managed to get everything in the truck, the car and the back of the pickup, leaving room for the driver of the truck, the pickup and a place for the dog.
We pulled out of the driveway at 7:15 pm Saturday, August 16, 2014 closing the door on one chapter of our lives and opening the door to another. Technically we had closed on one home and weren’t completely sure as to when we were going to close on our next home.
We went to bed sometime after 1:00 am Friday night, after we aired up our camping air mattress, since our bed was on the truck already. We were exhausted, but up bright and early to finish the race that had been set before us. Our dear friends came back again before lunch to help. We stopped somewhere mid-afternoon for a to-go meal from Greazy Steves. Hubby and I also took a quick shower because we didn’t know when we would be able to take another one, it also helped us get our second wind. The packing was done, the house was clean, we took final pictures, shared a last good-bye and hugs and pulled out of the driveway. Yes we were exhausted, but the adrenaline was pumping, we were on our way.
We drove on and on into the night. I was driving the truck with the car on a trailer and my husband was driving the loaded pickup with the dog as his companion. We had our phones, but we also had purchased radios to communicate with because on part of this journey there was absolutely no phone signal. Most of the way I took the lead with (hubby) running interference and keeping eyes on the traffic. We left the turnpike around 1ish in the morning and headed east on a two lane highway and that is when the tiredness set in. About twenty miles outside of Broken Bow, Oklahoma I started to lose it, so I called on the radio. “Talk to me so we can make it to the next town.” We talked back and forth on the radios for the next 20 miles. Thankfully there was a Walmart parking lot in Broken Bow. We pulled over to the side of the parking lot near McDonalds shut things off and I pulled a couple of pillows out of a bag that was in the cab of the truck, leaned against the door, propped my legs up on the stuff that was in the passenger seat and crashed at exactly 3:00 am. Come to find out later that Mitch (hubby) was so glad I was ready to stop, but he didn’t really sleep because of the dog and keeping watch for our safety. I woke up at 6:00 am and went next door to McDonalds to get us something to eat. (Please don’t say anything, I never eat at McDonalds, but in dire situations you do what you have to do.) We only had about another hour to hour and a half to drive, but we had not been capable of going one mile further.
We pulled into our new town around 8:30 am. We had to find our friends that had come down from Oklahoma to help us unload, find our storage unit and meet up with family, another long day.
We got everything unloaded, it took two storage units to hold it all, but since we weren’t moving into the house for at least two weeks or more everything but our camping gear was going into storage. Our friends were headed back to Oklahoma after we got through unloading so we had to keep pushing. Once they hit the road we went out to the lake and set up our camp. Our tent was to be our home for the next three weeks.
Through all the steps we had to take, selling the house, quitting our jobs, packing, moving, being homeless and finally getting moved into our house, we had peace that we were on the right path. However, it is never easy starting over in a new location even if you are on the right track.
When we made the decision of where we were going to move, there was another decision, when were we going to move? My daughter and grandchildren visited us this summer so we decided to list the house right after they went back home. I met with our realtor, who also is a good friend and one I work for on our 2nd wedding anniversary, July 7, 2014. This was a Monday. On Wednesday July 9, she called while I was making supper and said I’m bringing a couple out to look at your house. My response was “we are just getting ready to sit down for supper.” Her quick reply was, “That’s ok, they don’t mind.”
We sat down to supper and when they came the realtor showed them the acreage and then the house. They promptly fell in love with the place. They gave a verbal offer that evening on the way home and negotiations went on for the next couple of days even though we left for a trip to Arkansas to look at houses in the town we had chosen. We came to a mutual agreement long distance and made an offer on a house in Arkansas. The offer we made was the exact bottom dollar the owner was willing to go. No negotiations there. The “For Sale” sign never went up in our yard; technically it sold in 1-1/2 days. There were some up and down days through the next month as there always are when selling or buying a house. We were both still working. My husband was working two jobs one Monday through Friday and one on the weekends. He had been working the extra job since February to help make ends meet and to build up a reserve for the move. I was working my regular job, my side job and trying to keep up with the mowing on our 5 acres and packing.
At first it looked like we weren’t going to close on the house within the one month time period because of buyer financing, but then all of a sudden things started to move fast. The house we were buying was a much smaller house, less than half the size of what we were living in and less storage outside as well. I think every trip I made to town I had boxes in the car to take to the thrift store or the second hand store to sell. Part of this journey we are on is to simplify our lives and get rid of things.
Simplifying is a hard process. I love the idea of living small, but paring down is HARD! I have moved twelve times in the last twenty-two years. Some of those times have been across town and for only a few months in a location and other times it was to another state. Every time I moved there was less to move, but it seems you always collect more.
I have watched other people move and it seems like they are able to just pick up, throw everything into a few boxes and head down the road over a weekend. Our family has always had boxes and boxes of books, craft materials and lots tools in the kitchen and garage, as well as one or two freezers and refrigerators. These are all items that are difficult to just “get rid of”. Sometimes it is the mentality we might need those things someday and sometimes there are sentimental feelings.
Since our last move we had inherited a lot of things from my mother-in-law that we hadn’t had time to go through. In the months before we moved I did go through a number of the boxes and did the sort: keep, sell, thrift, burn. However, I ran out of time and I have a number of boxes still to go through. In addition I have a number of boxes of school papers and mementos from my children that I have schlepped from one house to another. There are also a few things to take to daughter number 2 that has children, things that are to be handed down. Thankfully over the years I have got rid of a lot of the VHS tapes, wow those really do take up a lot of room. So over the next few months, I have a job to do. Finish going through all the boxes and made some hard decisions.
I want to say we had all our ducks in a row, but we didn’t and don’t, but we just had felt very strongly that we were to do what we were doing. That life is too short to work 80 hours a week, for what? Who were we working for, ourselves or the bank, to make payments on a house that we didn’t have time to enjoy.
I have got a little bogged down with all the unpacking of boxes and remodeling that has been going on around me while I am trying to work. The unpacking is going very slowly, because this house is less than half the size of the house we had been in and less storage. This is something we wanted to do and paring down is very important but it is a process. It isn’t something that happens overnight.
We remodeled the kitchen completely down to the walls. We didn’t gut the walls out, but the only thing left from the original is the ceiling, flooring and walls. The original kitchen only had a few cabinets on one wall and they were custom made for the original owner who must not have been but about five foot tall. They were two inches shorter than standard height and the distance between the lower and upper cabinets was only eleven inches and standard is more like eighteen inches. They were solid wood cabinets, but in the last several years they had been abused and were “sad”. The cabinets themselves had to come out in pieces, but the drawers were in good condition, just quite grimy and dirty with several layers of chipping paint. I just didn’t want to send all those solid wooden drawers to the landfill.
I like doing unique things to re-purpose/recycle what I can.
I had seen something on Pinterest that tweaked my interest and thought, we need more bookshelves and what a great way to reuse those solid drawers.
As a part of this “taking things slow and steady” we make decisions and those decisions are based on the information available. Two and a half years ago based on the research we did and where we were financially we made a decision to purchase some rural property. We made money on the sale of the house we were living in and things were going well until I was fired from my job due to no fault of mine.
This event shook me to the core in many ways. It was and still is on some days very difficult to find it in my heart to be forgiving. What has been the hardest to overcome is that the people that did this to me loudly claimed to be Christian. They were not honest with me at all during the firing, until the truth came out later. It involved jealousy, bullying and pettiness, but when the owner of the company’s daughter wants you out what can be done? “It is only business right?” I always put my heart and soul into everything I do and when you are fired it is like a death of who you are. What you do isn’t who you are, but many times it expresses who you are. It validates you.
I was so hurt, devastated and in shock that people who call themselves “Christian” would do something like this and have the guts to say “it’s business, our hands are tied.” Any self-worth and value I had was shredded and even now 21 months later I still have moments. Unless you have ever been fired unjustly you have no idea what it is like. When your spouse leaves for work you feel like you are not carrying your share. You feel like a failure because of what happened. When I went to town even to buy groceries, the feelings would so overwhelm me at times that I wasn’t a good enough person to be in town and any money I spent even on necessities made me feel guilty. My husband didn’t make me feel guilty, I made myself feel guilty.
Unbeknownst to me, while I was getting fired my husband came close to getting let go as well, because he was married to me. His supervisor was trying his hardest to make that happen. However, the Vice-President and CEO of the company said “No” he is too valuable. This shook him to the core as well. From that day forward he never felt that he was trusted and he always felt that he could be fired at any time. He was always on edge at work never knowing if the shoe would fall, so to speak. This puts a strain on a person and any relationship they are in.
My husband picked up the pace as much as he could, working as many hours of overtime as he was allowed to help with the income, for which I am very thankful. This however, left me home alone too many hours each day and then when I wanted to talk about it when he came home it was an emotional drain on him. I had only lived in this geographical area for three years and had not made many close friends other than the acquaintances through work. In addition, due to some personal reasons we do not attend church.
During this five month period of unemployment I worked hard to stay busy each day. That was my biggest salvation. I would start my week out looking for job openings and going through the application process and following up on the applications I had already submitted. I also spent time developing local contacts and doing what I could to expand my side business, PrairieRose Consulting. I am a graphic designer by trade and it is something I enjoy doing. I reached out to local city and county governments and some of the local businesses and was able to gain several new clients that required regular maintenance on their websites. I enjoyed the feeling of working for myself and getting involved in the local community. I also got to know myself better during this time even though it was very painful.
I also had time to work in the yard and garden and even got some chickens, which are a whole other story.
It was through this time I kept repeating two scriptures to help me get some peace.
Psalm 71:24 (NIV) My tongue will tell of your righteous acts all day long, for those who wanted to harm me have been put to shame and confusion
Genesis 50: 19-20 (ERV) . . . “Do not fear, for am I in the place of God? 20 As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good . .
It is has been over a year and half since that life event and during the last year we started exploring different options of what we wanted to do in the future.
1. We realized that we wanted to be out from under the burden of debt.
2. We wanted to slow down our lives from working 50-80 hours a week just to make ends meet.
3. We wanted to be involved in the community.
4. We wanted to work towards living a self-sufficient/self-reliant lifestyle.
We started searching for the right location. This required a lot of research, some travel, and lots of time online. We weighed many options and made the choice to move to another state. Yes, a few houses came on the market where we were living that had potential and we could have kept our jobs and have been out of debt in a very short time. In the new location we don’t have jobs and it means starting all over, house, jobs, and friends. However the one difference was extended family in this location.
We want to live a simple life, with the time to enjoy life without the pressures of debts overwhelming us even the simple debts of large utility bills and house payments. That has put such a strain on us. We traveled a lot the year before we moved out to the acreage and we are looking forward to doing more of that.