I hesitate to call it a job

I’ve set up a new space for me. I’ve drawn a figurative line on the floor of where the kids can’t cross without asking first. It’s not an uncluttered space, but it’s mine and if it’s cluttered with all of the makings of my hundred different hobby’s supplies it just makes me that much happier. With the view of my barnyard  critters unhindered, (yes, I know they are in my yard and not a literal barnyard, details, details…) I find myself drawn to this space more and more. Heck, I even washed the window here. It’s the only window in the whole house to receive this special treatment so you know it’s a big deal!

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The one clean window in the whole house.

Adding the computer to my spot was something I didn’t really want to do. I moved it and then considered just covering it up with other stuff so I didn’t have to look at it. However it sits here and stares at me, a blinking reminder that I love to write. That I need to write. A reminder that I would love for writing to be my job one day, which means I need to do it already! I even took away my one main excuse of “well, I don’t have a place where I can go to write that’s not surrounded by distractions.” darn it, why didn’t I think this whole process through the rest of the way?!

I hesitate to call it a job though. That word tends to suck the joy out of most things after a certain period of time. At least for me it does. How do you cross that line successfully? How do you go from, I write just for fun, to, I write for a living?  Maybe it’s by writing while at the same time taking photo’s of the ridiculous waterfowl in my yard.

 

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Duke is always so suspicious…..

Maybe it’s by writing while wondering if they are going to leave me any grass to come up later this spring.

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The divots that they are making right now……*don’t think about it, don’t think about it*

Maybe it will happen even amidst the pauses I find myself taking to explain multiplication to Super Ranch Boy and color matching to Ranch Pixie. I’m thinking that if I don’t cover this blinking screen up, it will just happen.

And hey, I have the background music of our new webbed footed cheepers to keep me company.

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Because, you know, 6 didn’t sound like enough.

Maybe they could be a business tax write-off, you know, an investment that keeps me coming back to do my job……

Love from here,
Bobbie

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What to do with a quiet moment….

Wednesdays are one of our busy days here. We have our normal school, but there is also Bible study in the afternoon. I host it here at the house to guarantee that I clean at least once a week. I mean, not really…. but then again, there may be some truth to that statement. Let’s just say that it’s an added benefit of leading the study and if you are ever going to do a surprise visit, Wednesday is the day I would prefer. Not Friday when it looks like a bomb went off, or Monday when the house is recovering from the weekend. Wednesday. Maybe Thursday morning, like say, before 8 am, but Wednesday is definitely  best.

So the house is clean, school is done, Bible study is over, and dinner is in the crock pot. Here I sit at 3 in the afternoon with none of my normal work to do. All of my checklist done. It’s miraculously quiet, the sun is shining in the living room window, and did I mention that it’s clean in here? I love this feeling. And yet….
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I feel like I should be doing something. I should go find some work to do. I can’t just sit here. Can I? Surely if I am sitting here I should at least be being productive. Maybe I should start knitting that baby hat, or see if there is laundry to fold. There is always laundry to fold. Should I read or work on my study? Should I get up and…..what? What should I do?!  Why am I so bad at this?

You know what I am going to end up doing? I’m going to end up sitting here until it’s time for me to finish up dinner prep, and the whole time I’m going to be a mess trying to figure out how to just sit here and enjoy the quiet, clean moment I have been blessed with. What in the world is wrong with me, people?!

I guess that is a question that will have to be answered another time, for right now I need to go start the dinner rolls…… at least I know how to do that…..

Love from here,
Bobbie

How to change the world…or more simply titled, Maybe

With everything going on in the world today it seems that suddenly everyone has a (very loud) opinion of how we should fix all of the worlds problems. It doesn’t matter what news station you choose, what radio station, what social media is your poison of choice. It doesn’t even matter if the posts you follow are supposed to be the most positive people out there, if you aren’t agreeing with them right now, you are going to feel the wrath. All, it seems, are shouting the same things:

– Fire someone! Hire someone else.
– Blame this group, start a new group, guilt that group into being quiet so the group over there can be heard louder.
– Point the finger, shrug off any and all blame/guilt.
– Say we all need to talk and be supportive, then attack when the opinion given differs from the one you like the most.
– Call names.
– Spread lies.
– Live in denial.
-Unfriend everyone.

Yup, all of this is bound to be helpful and go a long way in making the world a better place. It has to because everyone is doing it…right?

Or maybe….nah, it’s too simple, too old fashioned…but you know, just maybe….
Maybe I’m naïve, maybe I live in the middle of nowhere so I don’t really understand what’s going on. Maybe I’m just a stay at home, homeschooling mom with no real experience.
Or maybe, just maybe, because of my position I am given a unique perspective.
Maybe I’m not the one who’s crazy.

Maybe the thought of making a difference right where you are isn’t so crazy.

Maybe pouring your love out on those closest to you and then watching the ripple effect isn’t so far-fetched.

Maybe finding the lost and needy and impoverished right in your own neighborhood and taking care of them isn’t such an antiquated thought.

Maybe changing lives for the better: loving, sharing, supporting, training, encouraging, can happen right where you are.

Maybe it doesn’t cost as much as you think.

Maybe it doesn’t take as much time as you think.

Maybe the biggest impact you can have on the world will be when you pour yourself out in service to those who are right where you are.

Maybe we shouldn’t wait for someone else to do it for us.

Maybe we should just start.

Maybe others will be watching and will repeat your actions of love with others.

Maybe it will pick up momentum and travel far away.

Maybe it will change the world.

Maybe that’s what God meant when he said “Love one another just as I have loved you.”

Maybe, just maybe.

Love from here,
Bobbie

Baby Season

I realize that the last time I wrote, I wrote about a baby. So this could seem kind of repetitive……if it hadn’t been over a year since I wrote last. Yup, a year. No, not just a year, 15 months to be exact. But who’s counting? And no, I don’t have any excuses. I don’t feel like I need any at this point in time. I’m here now and I hope that somewhere along the line someone is still around to read. If not though, I’ll talk to myself, I’m pretty good at that!

So, baby season. Yes, it’s that time of year again! We have several on the ground and where there are a couple, lots more will soon follow. This season is so photogenic and I just can’t seem to get enough photos. (ignore the fact that my camera card says differently)

Cowman was nice enough to take me out with him when he went to check the heifers so I could test his,’ STOP!, roll down the window, sit patiently while she snaps too many photo’s, could you back up just a pinch so I can get the right angle, ok, we are good to go,’ driving skills. I have to say that he is pretty darned good at it. Apparently he has had some practice. I’m actually surprised he still takes me with him.

Anyway, here they are. At least a few photos to show you why I can’t seem to get enough.

Love from here,
Bobbie

 

 

And then there was a baby

This news story is a bit dated. A little over a month old to  be exact, but hey, sometimes old news is the best kind. At least if it’s already happened you know that it’s true, right?

Anyway, we have a new baby in the family. A little girl to be exact, born last month on a day when I was wondering about her arrival, but wasn’t thinking it was time yet. Thinking that I still had a week to prepare. But you know how those babies are, they like to catch you unawares and mess with your plans. I am just grateful that everything went smooth and that a healthy baby was there waiting for me.

Standing in the field waiting to be exact……
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There she stood, a bundle of brand new cuteness.

Pride. Excitement. Pride. Ya, I’m one happy mama right now.

So is Mama.
September Baby ~ From a Montana Front Porch

September Baby ~ From a Montana Front Porch

But with a face like this, how could you not be?!
Skeeter baby ~ From a Montana Front Porch

Welcome to the world, Skeeter-bug!

Love from one infatuated mama,
Bobbie

 

 

And the unveiling reveals….

The clouds have been sticking really low the last three days. All huddled together whispering, they never once broke ranks.

Like children huddled behind a closed curtain on the big school stage, they whispered and jostled and bounced around in excitement until they were finally given the go ahead to start the show.

The opening act lasted for days and as they poured down their rain in one large mass you couldn’t tell one cloud from the other. We sat patiently through this part, enjoying the fun they were obviously having and knowing that eventually they would move on to the next scene. As the curtains closed on act one, we waiting expectantly…..

As the curtain slowly pulled back for act, two the first thing we noticed were how the clouds were starting to become individuals again. They were still huddled, just in smaller groups this time, but what caught our attention and what made us look closer, was the way they were expectantly watching us. Waiting for us to notice the grand unveiling, they twittered behind their masks, some looking excited, some nervous.

As our eyes took all of this in, we also noticed in amazement what this grand unveiling revealed. Being unexpected, there was a moment of stunned silence when the clouds that were nearest their creation gathered closer, ready to hide it at the slightest hint of disappointment from those of us watching. As we let the sight sink in though, they must have seen in our demeanor an acceptance, and maybe an excitement at the thought of future scenes to come, for they seemed to all release a collective breath together as the curtain slowly sank back down, preparing for the next show.

Those of us in the audience are now the ones whispering and jostling each other as we expectantly wait for the rest of the show, wondering just what they have in store for us next.

And what was the grand unveiling, you may ask?

First snow in August ~ From a Montana Front Porch

First snow in August ~ From a Montana Front Porch

Love from the audience,

Bobbie

 

And once again….

Well, once again I made my plans, only to find out that that truly was not the way things were going to turn out.

Once again I fell months behind in writing and that is because, once again I turned this writing thing into one more thing on my to-do list instead of simply writing because I love it.

Once again I started to worry about what I “should” be writing about to hold everyone’s attention, instead of simply writing for the joy of it. I’m pretty sure that is why those of you who do read this humble blog, well, read it. I’ve come to find that I don’t fit into any one niche in this crazy world of writing/blogging and I am coming to accept that.

Once again the time has flown far faster than I can wrap my mind around and fall is definitely in the air. Don’t ask me where summer went, I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. And that means that once again so many of the things I wanted to do while the weather permitted simply didn’t get done. I’ll get over it….eventually.

Once again the weather is cooling, the leaves are slowly starting to change and the mice and woodrats have decided to make their way indoors. The cats and dogs can’t work fast enough to catch all of them and it makes me wonder about this winter, what do they know that we don’t? Better get the boys to stacking more firewood.

Summer went without me posting one picture or post on here and I took so many photos that I know I will have to play catch-up over the next couple of posts to share them all. Well, not all. You probably don’t want to see a couple thousand, but I will try to cover the highlights.

I hope your summer has treated you well and that these last couple weeks will be enjoyed to the fullest.

Love from here,

Bobbie