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The Sounds of Living in the Country…

We moved from the city to the county almost four years ago. It took all of us a couple of weeks to learn to sleep with so much silence. In the spring, there is one refreshing sound that is heard on our farm at night. When it is silent, we know there is a predator lurking around the house, office, garage, or stalls. Most of the time, this is the sound of spring in the country…

 

 

 

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Christmas Blogging Miracle

No really, it is true! In 2008, I started blogging. I had a different name and many, many followers. I wanted to log our experience of trying to find a farm, winery, bed and breakfast, museum, along with sharing what I knew about our family history. I spent my nights commenting to other bloggers, every night was a competition with myself to see how many other blogs I could read and comment to each night.

The nights got away from me, and I was up until 3 and 4am. Something had to give. We were in escrow for the first place we wanted, and then it fell out of escrow. Our hopes faded a little, but my blog name had to change. I changed the name of the blog, but lost my followers. Oh sure, in hind sight, I could have emailed all my followers and told them my new URL, but I didn’t. So, I started over.

I have gone to blogging conferences, and I have had so much fun attending them. Bloggy Boot Camp is one of my favorites. I didn’t start my blog to get rich, I just wanted to share my journey. I then thought about sharing what I knew about…art, my new adventures in farming,  bee keeping, my new adventures as a winery owner, taking photographs, making Italian food, genealogy, stories of my kids growing up, gathering everyone for Sunday dinners, and life in our new county. I have many subjects of stories to share. Meeting other ladies at the conferences made the whole experience more fulfilling. Many of us started with Google blogging, and then moved to Word Press. We were meeting many of the people that were followers and friends on Twitter, Face Book, Word Press, Goggle, Tumbler, and Pinterest. We have watched others families grow.

Anyways, I blog in my spare time. I am not a professional, this is my outlet   that happens to be public. On Friday, I have “Family Friday”, it’s the day I share knowledge I have gathered about one of my ancestors. Just recently, my cousin found my site, and commented. She was given up for adoption and had been looking for her family. She knew some history, and enough that led her to find my blog posting. She then took it a step further and contacted me through direct message. I answered, and the two of us exchanged information. I promptly got ahold of my other cousin (her sister) to tell her, and she couldn’t wait to call her. The two of them talked and talked. Now, they are talking and exchanging stories It is a miracle, and a terrific Christmas present for all the lives that have been touched.

So, the moral to this story is, you just never know how you are going to touch the lives of others through your writing. My blog may not make me monetarily rich, but rich in spirit! I feel blessed, I have gained a cousin, and my cousins gain a sister! What could be better? Merry Christmas!!

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Being Grateful…

I am grateful for all the trials and tribulations in life, they have made me who I am today.

Thank you to all the people that have touched my life, good, bad, or indifferent.

Thanks to my parents for giving me life.

Thanks to Dolly, my neighbor, she scrubbed her porch every week, and that fascinated me to no end. She also fed me oatmeal first thing in the morning when I stopped at her house.

Thanks to my neighbor that gave me a piggy back ride everyday to my first school #49. He was like the big brother I never had.

Thanks to my dad for sitting on the porch with me, and listening to the mourning doves.

Thanks to my mom for showing me cocoons on the milkweed plant. I loved waiting for the butterflies to emerge.

Thanks to my sister and brother for always being great friends.

Thanks to the wonderful kindergarten teacher that told me she would miss me.

Thanks to my Grandma Gray for always making me feel special!

Thanks to the boys that lived down the street from me that threw a cherry bomb in our yard. From that moment, I knew I didn’t want to live in that neighborhood.

Thanks to my first grade teacher for telling me I was good enough of a teacher to teach the left handed child in our class how to use scissors.

Thanks to Aunt Mary for teaching me how damn had it is to pick bushels and bushels of strawberries.

Thanks to Aunt Tink for allowing us to spend weeks at her house in the summers.

Thanks to Aunt Sharon for teaching me that driving fast is an art.

Thanks to all my cousins for having so much fun over the years!

Thanks to the community center that I cheered at, played soccer, basketball, and was a bat girl. I also was in many plays,  musicals, and ballets.

Thanks to all the horrible babysitters that I had, you taught me that I was independent and strong. I could take care of myself and my sister and brother.

Thanks to the boys in sixth grade that felt the need to throw eggs at me on the last day of school.

Thanks to the museum I would visit that was out of the area where I was suppose to ride my bike. The visits would ignite a fire within me, that would become a part of who I am!

Thanks to the little library that ran out of books for me to check out without going into the adult section.

Thanks to the wonderful teachers I had in high school!

Thanks to all the wonderful friends I made in high school!

Thanks to my two favorite deans, Mrs Strong and Mr. Shires.

Thanks to the girls that beat the crap out of me because I was weird and they were stoned. It cemented the knowledge that doing drugs was not worth it. Thanks to the guy that helped me as I bled on the side of the street. He walked me home, and made sure I was ok before he left.

Thanks to the counselor I had in high school that told me that “with your lofty dreams, you’ll need to marry a banker.”

Thanks to parks and recreation for hiring me as a lifeguard, it was one of my favorite jobs.

Thanks to my friend that told me to enroll in college!

Thanks to all the boyfriends that were a part of my life, I’m glad we broke up with each other.

Thanks to the dean of history that told me he had never met anyone with as much tenacity.

Thanks to the professor of museum studies that told me that I was going to have a museum.

Thanks to all the friends I made through college, all those years.

Thanks to Indiana University for my degree, proof that the sacrifices I made were so worth it.

Thanks to my niece for allowing me to take you to the theatre, museums, and zoo.

Thanks to Indianapolis Museum of Art, for my first “Career job”.

Thanks to my nephew for being such a sweet baby.

Thanks to Believe it or Not of San Francisco for being my first California job.

Thanks to Yahoo for having early chat rooms, where I would meet my husband.

Thanks to my husband for meeting me that early morning in San Francisco.

Thanks to my mother and father in law for teaching me about your upbringing.

Thanks to my children, for being YOU!

Thanks to all the friends I made in Oakland and Piedmont. I am glad you are not far away from me!

Thanks to the camps that my children attended in the summers.

Thanks to all the friends I have made in San Luis Obispo county.

We are all the sum of our parts, and that includes all the experiences. There are some experiences that I have had that are not something I would ever want to experience again in my life. Even those experiences have taught me life lessons. I lived through all my experiences, and that is a miracle in itself. I am grateful I am alive, and I have the friends I do have. Live life, and learn from what your life has given you. You can grow from each one, and you will be a better person for it.

Live well

Laugh often

Love Much

Learn Always

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Week In Review

Wow! This has been a long week. After two years of health issues one of my tenants left his business after many years in his career. Since he left many thing behind I had to get in there, and clean it all out of the shop. I met with the my future tenant, and got a lease put together for her.

I haven’t been home all week!

My husband and I went to a winery we are contemplating purchasing, and worked all day. I have great video of the event, but can’t share until the winery become ours.

My daughter was in the parade today. The parade was so much fun. After the parade there are free beans and read for everyone. Why, you ask? By the time the parade is over it in lunch time, and pioneers used to have beans to refuel to get back home. The pioneer parade has been ongoing for 125 years, and the big cauldrons of beans are part of the tradition.

We have decided to get ourselves babydoll sheep if we get the vineyard. They keep the rows clear without machinery disturbing the ground. We will have maremma sheepdogs watch over the sheep. We are in the process of looking for our alternative energy, and are pretty excited about helix wind turbines in conjunction with solar panels. We will utilize both for the farm and the winery.

I have some great footage, I will have to share later.