I will be the first to say I never would have made it as a pioneer. Face it, I've been a city girl all my life. Or rather I was a city girl, now I'm a country girl, sorta. Until this week it's been an easy adjustment.
This week we had our first major snow...okay a full blown blizzard. Once I got home I didn't want to leave. Once Reno got home (and it took him forever) I didn't want him to leave. It was a safe at home, snowy but safe. Someone should have pulled me aside discussed this with me. Or given me a "how to survive winter weather in the country" class for a housewarming present.
In one storm I've learned which roads to stay off of, that a front end loader is a godsend, that you can get stuck on flat ground, that a towing chain is a good investment. I learned when the drifts are really high the dogs can walk right over the top of the fence. I am learning that a few good neighbors in the country can mean more than a whole block of neighbors in the city. And I've learned it is humbling to be the one who knows nothing...and even more humbling to have a neighbor repeatedly come to your assistance. What a blessing that they are so gracious and willing. It's what neighbors do, I am told. It's a lesson I am learning anew.
I admit today was a weepy day, frankly I wanted to go home. I'll let you figure out which home I wanted to go to. For the life of me I couldn't find my big girl panties. Had I been a pioneer, my husband would have tossed me out of the covered wagon not far out of town. For the good the wagon train, I'm sure. It may have been a wise decision.
But luckily, there was no wagon train involved. I survived, we survived with a little help from our friends. Life is like that, a learning process. If you are lucky like we are, help is there for the asking. It's how we survive and thrive.
