The only problem with this comfy office corner is it is so comfy that I fall asleep in it.
I’ve been painting the walls and louvered doors (what a pain that is), and considering designs for built in bookshelves. Narrow media-sized shelves will go behind this chair, but I have no idea what to do with the rest of this wall, especially since I have to build around the flat files. Or move the files? Dunno.
I’m also working in the gardens and in the forest about two hours a day. Some of my friends make sad noises when I tell them how much labor I perform on the farm. Then I remind them how much time I used to spend running around a track or lifting weights! It’s all exercise, isn’t it? The farm is now responsible for an additional 35 acres, so there is no end of work to do.
Still, no more city traffic with city stressors! Almost every day feels smooth and easy compared to city living.
Even so, I look forward to getting off the mountain in a couple of weeks to ship commissions, research my novel, and to traipse off to Charlotte Heroes Con.
This weekend I went to a folk festival to do period research for a book. A very pleasant diversion. And the barbecue was awesome.
The view was awesome, too.
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Well, no wonder you snooze — too many comfy pillows. (For you Monty Python fans: “Not the comfy chair!”)
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition…
Nice to Hobbit Feet up there on the wall, though, bizarrely, at first I mistook the dark shape at bottom right to be a harp — which would be a tad decadent!
I am so happy to have my happy hobbit feet!
Not a harp, but a very nice lap board! I love that thing!
I made two deadlines this weekend, but alas, forgot to make sure I got an invoice in on Friday. Crap. Work is good, but sometimes I goof!
I envy your lifestyle. 4 more years in the Marine Corps and I can move away from the city.
After four years in the Marines, you ought to be more than ready for lots of farm work! LOL!
I think I have the best of both worlds: a very comfortable country life, and access to the city when I really need to get out.
Cost of living out here is incredibly low. Would you believe $800 a month for a 2 bedroom house and a few acres? Holy cow, that’s almost what I paid for a tiny city condo!
The only thing I pay more for out here is internet access. It is very expensive. Also, there is no city water or trash pickup. That takes getting used to.
When I was 11, I went to live with my aunt and uncle on their dairy farm – 30 plus head of milk cows, several goats, two horses and a multitude of chickens. As long as I studied hard and did well in school my chores were limited to helping to herd the cows for the daily grazing and delivering milk. But ever since graduating from high school, I have lived in cities including several years in NYC. I am afraid that I am so used to the conveniences of city life that I could never go back to a farm. As I read of you working several hours a day on the farm then working away at your drawing board the rest of the day, my respect for you (which was already high) has grown.
That’s very kind of you to say!
We don’t have any animals, so our daily chores are probably a lot lighter than you remember.
Mine generally consist of cutting things down and planting things.
I would love to have some chickens, but I travel too much to take care of animals.
PS: I just realized The Hobbit Feet is the only piece of original art of my own I have on display. Thanks for helping me get it back, Allan.
Good luck with the chickens if you ever get them. The biggest problem with animals for me is cleaning up after them. I got used to the rest but I never got used to the smell of the chicken house.