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Wishful thinking

Today I wish I lived in the country and couldn't see my neighbors. There is nothing wrong with my neighbors, I just don't want to see them. I don't want to hear their cars go by. It would be lovely to go out the back door, and walk into the woods. Or go to the garden and scatter crushed eggshells for the spring calcium dose and not hear golfers.
Don't get me wrong, we have a nice place and all and I don't....stupid brain I cannot think of the word...I don't dislike living here. I have a friend who lives way out off a dirt road and she has such quiet and privacy and all. I have no interest in livestock except maybe chickens. Perhaps a pig. No...pigs have personality and I couldn't eat something with that. Chickens only. And only if someone else slaughtered them.
The trailer we lived in 25 years ago was in a great spot. No neighbors, dirt road, huge patch of winter blooming jonquils. Nasty trailer but great location.
I don't know why this is an issue today. Maybe it was the golfers when I was in the garden. I love the garden, I do not love the golfers.

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