Hiding Out
Restored from the Empower Network archive (2011–2017), lightly edited to meet our current advertising standards. Views are the original author’s.
Today is major housecleaning day at Favors. Which means of course that I have a fresh cup of coffee and am hiding out in Kellys room. There is spot cleaning that goes on all the time. And on on the weekends the big boys have a few housekeeping chores to do. But honestly; how well can a 9 yr. old clean the bathroom? There is months of half the job done to be dealt with and I’m not doing it. I would just hire a cleaner, turn them loose and go shopping for a few hours.
Not regular girl shopping. I would take a ride up to Idaho Springs and find that neat shop we visited on our first trip out here and pick up a fossil rock to use as a door stop. Or I’d find the store that made my Aspen end tables and find a handmade lamp of wood, antler or stone that would fit nicely in an RV. I can loose myself for hours in a bookstore or a garden center. Or I could find a place to go riding. There are a few here in the Denver area. In fact the other day when I was online looking for RV parks I found one with a stable that rents out horses right next door.
I don’t mind cleaning if it’s kept up with. But I’d rather be out cleaning the barn then inside cleaning the house. That said, I’d rather be out on the trails with a good horse a good friend and the danes then cleaning the barn. One of the nice things about having money is that you can pay someone else to do things when you just don’t feel like doing it yourself. There is lots of barn cleaning, cooking, picking up the houseing and gardening in my future. But there are also live in housekeepers, cooks, gardeners and livestock keepers. If I don’t feel like doing it today, it still has to get done. And when I travel I want to leave my animals at home with people who know them and love them.
I wish I could take a picture of what’s in my brain. I’d show you my house, my gardens and barns, the breath taking land that surrounds me. I’d show you my horses, my cows, the chickens as they peck around the yard. Not to mention all the other critters that call my place home. Have I told you of my mad passion for critters of all kinds? I’d take you out to the gardens and show you whats for supper while it’s still warm on the vine. And of course you’ll want to see the flowers. The flowers are simply grand.
I’d take you out on the land and show you where the Elk migrate. I’d show you where all my wild friends live. If I could take pictures of what’s in my brain, you’d fall in love with my place to. You’d understand why I’m driven to bring her out of my mind and into reality. Some things just can’t be left undone.
I can’t take pictures of whats in my mind, so you’ll just have to take my word for the fact that my ranch is one of the most magical places on earth. When she’s done, you’ll just have to find your way there and experience the magic. My doors are always open. In the meantime, you’ll get to be a fly on the wall here on my blog as the adventure unfolds.
Step one is replacing the jobs. We’re well on our way here. Step two is getting on the road. I’ll have to get my Tom to show me how to post photo’s here. That way you can see where in the world we are as I make my daily entry’s. Step three is finding the community that feels like home and four is locating Broken Arrows herself. The money to build her will be coming in all along the way so step five is simply finding the people who are waiting to help me build.
In the meantime, Issac is moping the kitchen floor, the vacuums have gone silent and I don’t hear any cleaning sounds coming from anywhere. It’s probably safe to venture out into the rest of the house. The place stinks to high heaven. I hate the smell of standard toxic cleaning supplies. Don’t have them in my house. You’d think my kids would know better. After all I raised them. But that is a rant for another day. If you stick around here long enough I’m sure you’ll hear it more then once. Hopefully you’ll understand what you hear and let go of the things that are killing you.