If he were the least bit religious I’d say Handy Hubby must be part Amish.  He may be pilot half the month, but the other half he’s Self-Sufficient Homesteader Extraordinaire!

I’ve gotten much better at, or just more used to, feeling terribly unskilled and generally useless in his various endeavors, from grandiose to basic, which he performs with the consistency of a devoted pilgrim.  In the past three days as I sit, type and talk, he has dug a 30-foot well, trapped and slaughtered 4 wild hogs, made several crocks full of hot sauce and kim chi, re-housed the growing worm population and is now building us a storage-friendly bed-frame.

In the past weeks he’s nearly finished his ingenious rain-water collection system, cleared trees for our new pond, drew up plans for the forthcoming greenhouse, and finally gave up on his cricket-condos.

This is all on top of the regular garden and cooking chores we mostly share.  He made the mistake of asking me when I’m starting on the beehives, which has been at the top of my project list for well over a year.

That somewhat innocent question led me down my other un-started or incomplete projects on the list that are literally littered all around me.  There’s the half-painted vanity table to my right, stacks of urgent-un-read books around every room, the windows I swore to wash seven months ago, the still-unsealed cedar table I bought last spring, the closets Hubby re-shelved but I have not re-employed, the dogs I should’ve shampooed two months ago, the Loveable Loo that sits as odd-art-piece in the living room, the herbs that need storing on the kitchen table, the seeds that need organizing on the kitchen counter, and decorative glassware so filthy I always focus my gaze downward in the kitchen to avoid looking at it.

I should probably feel bad about it all, but here’s the thing:  I didn’t move to the country to see my To-Do list grow.  So instead I’ve decided to create a To-Don’t list:

Don’t sit at the computer so much.

Don’t overwork.

Don’t eat crappy food.

Don’t forget cocktail hour can be any hour I choose.

Don’t obsess with the news or other people’s affairs.

Don’t forget to meditate and exercise.

Don’t turn away in disgust from our scandalous state-of-the-globe.

and Don’t EVER EVER compare self to Handy Hubby!

1/4 view of the new rain collection system--practical, sustainable, and once camflouged with a rain garden, even attractive!

1/4 view of the new rain collection system--practical, sustainable, and once camflouged with a rain garden, even attractive!

The best hot sauce I've ever tasted!

As beautiful as jewels I think!

Processing peppers for the best hot sauce ever!

Processing peppers for the best hot sauce ever!

Weekend Plan: Paté Four Ways!

Weekend Plan: Paté Four Ways!