Whatcha Doin'?

Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I found it very easy to call people up and chat.  No agenda, nothing important going on, no reason at all; I would just chat.  I'd even call people I knew in other countries, just to chit chat.  I don't know when this became difficult for me.  It may be connected to the periods of time when I have had no phone, but I don't think so.

Regardless of when it happened, I am solidly in a "not very chatty" phase.  Don't get me wrong, I actually still love to chat, I simply no longer instigate these opportunities the way I used to.  Part of it, I am sure, has to do with busy-ness.  I do have a lot on my plate these days. At the same time though, I ploughed through a 1001 New York Times crossword puzzles book (with the aid of my hubby) in about 6 months or so.  Definitely enough time for plenty of chatting there.

So then, I blame it on not knowing how busy others are and not wanting to interrupt their busy schedules with the trivialities of my life.  It gives me an easy out, sort of.

A similar principle holds true here, on my blog.  I run out of stuff to say, because to me, it seems like I will be repeating myself, over and over again.  I mean, writing about sustainability and living on a growing farm is bound to be that way.  For example:

It Ain't THAT Hard!

Our Newest Resident said something interesting to me today.

During a quiet moment, I asked him how he felt after being here a week.  Was it what he had expected, or was it different?  He said that he was feeling good, and after a while he said that actually he had been mentally prepared for endless back-breaking work and he was surprised that it wasn't that way.

This is a curious thing to me.  This idea that living out here might be really hard.  I've seen and heard it said many a time—in magazines, t.v. shows, and even this past week at a friend's house—that John Denver was wrong.