I have reached a point in my life where I often look around and wonder if there is anyone in the world doing the same thing as me at the same time. I find it hard to imagine that anyone elses’ “normal” looks like mine does. I smiled as I bottle-fed two calves today and pictured another newly-minted “farm wife” somewhere, learning the ins and outs of animal husbandry and reading books cover to cover, hoping that they will tell her why her ducks won’t brood, or how to artifically inseminate goats.
Then I think I must be nuts. Really nuts, that I think this is all normal now. I mean, who butchers their own hogs and spends weekends grinding sausage, making their own laundry soap, researching the best and fastest way to make bread and enjoying all of it?
I guess I do. And I’m kind of really enjoying
being insane the new normal.