Friday, April 25, 2014

Are you all sitting down?

But first, let's update. 

Back spasms from Hell weren't just back spasms. Something or other with discs and spinal cord and nerves and PAIN that hurt more than when a horse stands on your foot or horse dumps you and falls on you. Lasted longer than that too. I didn't get to go visit family for either Thanksgiving or Christmas. I was mad. My back and I aren't speaking to each other. I started an exercise program. I do 30 minutes a day, six days a week on my stationery bike or treadmill or hike the driveway. I want to add yoga but that's enough health stuff.

Winter. Seriously, it's supposed to be all green grass, bunnies, and roses soon and it's doing a "wintry mix" as I write. Whatever.

Hot Water system. LOVING it. On several occasions I have stood under the shower head and wasted hot water. It feels good. INTERESTING (and kinda weird) HOT WATER NOTE: When the Sun is out there cranking, it seems the more hot water we use in the cabin, the hotter the tank gets. Running downstairs to check the temperature gauges after we each take a hot shower and see the tank not only not loose degrees but actually go up a degree or two just never gets old. 

Beginning mid-February is when we started consistently making more hot water with the solar thermal system. We even had days were the floor loops were on and heating the bathroom and front porch. This coincides with the solar panels producing more power and cutting back on generator reliance. 

Our food stash proved useful when the snow blower broke down. We were down about two weeks. Eleven words to the wise: Thirty day food and supply stash for both man and beast. And one more word: Grateful.

Loss and Grief: We lost some of our aging feLION family members and Diesel's donkey buddy, Pumpkin. Diesel is having a tough time. While Diesel is still a pain-in-the-butt, we now know who the mastermind behind a lot of the mischief was. We're grieving, Diesel is grieving, and we've got feLIONs  grieving. We keep reminding ourselves that there is grief because there is Love.

Okay, you should probably sit down now. Recently, Life as we know it here at The Secret Cabin has gone ….

BOOM! The Husband received a career opportunity that we couldn't refuse….in Oklahoma. Pause for shockwave to pass. Okay. He's leaving today to go where old, retired Air Traffic Controllers go---to teach the next generation of Controllers. It's where he started off twenty-seven years ago. Full circle. Pause for nodding. Yep. Well, at least I won't have to watch him run around the acreage chasing the two airplanes that fly over the cabin any more. It's been a whirlwind of loss, endings, changes, and beginnings in the last couple of weeks. When we went to put The Secret Cabin on the market, we just couldn't do it. Not yet anyway. We sold my beloved tractor and all of the implements. I feel stripped of one of my great superpowers. As soon as Mike gets settled in his new job, we hope to find some place for all of us to move to down in Oklahoma. I've been scouring Trulia without any success. Oklahoma has heat, tornados, and 300 days of Sunshine and yet there are no solar powered, earth berm homes. I know that I'm "different" but sometimes, a lot of the times, I just don't understand what the deal is. I haven't been able to find a "normal" house either. 

BOOM! Definitely, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

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