Monday, March 30, 2020

I've always wanted a farm..

Moving back to Virginia more than 3 1/2 years ago brought a lot of changes and adjustments with it.  This is the longest we have ever lived anywhere and it feels kind of weird.  We were in the Navy for so long, we were accustomed to the way things worked.  Then Clark worked for a huge corporation, an adjustment for sure but easy to go with the flow.  Clark now works for a small business that he will eventually co-own.  It's completely new territory and I have to say I'm still not completely adjusted.
Last fall the current owner bought a farm.  Long story short, we now are co-owners of a farm.
The previous owner left behind 120 acres, a house, a barn, tons of "stuff", a horse and a pig.  He tried to give us the horse for Christmas and after a very, super, decidedly short period of consideration we decided that we don't need a horse can't take care of a horse and don't want your stinkin' super old horse.  Which was a good call because after a few more weeks the horse was put down...literally, in the middle of the field.  I guess we didn't realize that when a vet puts down a horse they don't actually then take the dead horse with them.  Clark called me from work one day to explain that he was googling how to bury a dead horse with a forklift and a backhoe.  Needless to say, his job is certainly interesting.
But I digress.  The farm is about 45 minutes from where we live and while we have only seen it through late fall and winter, it is beautiful and big and the perfect place to escape when there is a pandemic happening...

Clark and the kids (and myself on occasion) have spent many many many hours out at the farm already.  He takes the older kids out to work and play and the family goes out to share some sky and fresh air.
We have had fun taking friends out there to play.  The house sits on the river that runs along the edge of the property.  There are fields and woods, fruit trees and a small pond out in front of the house.  This little boat is one of their favorite places to play.  They drag it across the grass and even got brave enough to launch it into the water last week and pull it along the shore, keeping a wary eye on the hole at the bow.
There are four wheelers and a pig...everything you need to have a fun day at the farm.  They have built a firing range among other things...
We took the Larsons out there in February and even though it was very chilly we managed to have a lot of fun, especially with the extra toys that they brought.  Kastell and I begged the children to stay out of the water or else they would be freezing and wet all day...the two of us were soaked in the first hour.
The boys only want to play on the dirt which is just fine with me.  They put on their rubber boots and play for hours.  Last week I set up a chair and just watched boys be boys.  They usually have to strip to their underwear for the ride home.


And Rocket, he is in farm heaven.  He LOVES the farm.  He can run and play and explore.  He stays pretty close and when he gets tired he hops up onto the polaris and takes a rest.







We rarely go out there without working a little too.  There is always something to be done.  I love watching my kids work.  It's part of that daydream about living out in the middle of nowhere on a farm.  Their rubber boots kill me.  And their dirty jeans and cute little faces.
I pray that no one gets hurt every time we go out there.  So far Mia is the only one to flip a vehicle and luckily they weren't hurt so while it is always fun I come home exhausted from worrying just a little bit about where everyone is and what they are doing.
I look forward to seeing the property in full Spring mode even though we had a little introduction into the bugs this last weekend.
In any case being out there is quiet and still and I love it.
Everyone should have a farm.
The end.

But I still love technology...always and forever...

Technology has made an incredible difference in all of the changes happening with everything.  I mentioned that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of some period of history and how we differ...I love thinking about day to day life of those that have lived through different time periods, how we are the same, how we are different and how I could fare in any given century.
Schools are using google classroom to connect with their students and teachers.  The girls are using Zoom to video conference in to seminary every morning.  We had ward council a couple of weeks ago using Google Hangout and last night we Face-timed with Clark's parents and a couple of siblings.  Then we got on a conference call with every member of my family.  I will admit that I haven't had that many melancholy moments since all of this started.  I'm not without understanding of how dire the situation really is or how bad it may become, but I feel proud of myself for taking most of it in stride and not becoming too overwhelmed.  I have been blessed with mostly a clear discernment of what I need to do to handle what is mine to control and to let go and have faith in what I cannot.  I wasn't even that devastated when I was told that my kids weren't going back to school until this fall.  I was disappointed at opportunities lost, a soccer season for Jonah that never even got to start, Hazel had just barely made the middle school field hockey team and Abby is taking voice lessons.  I welcome the absolute freeze on everything, even church because it was all becoming too much.  Too much that took us away from each other physically and emotionally.  To see all of my family together and to hear how everyone is doing, made me a little melancholy for the first time and I can't really even explain why.  I love these people.  They are such a huge part of my life and I am sad to be separated from them.  They are good people.  And they are funny and smart and talented.  My siblings are amazing and they are married to equally amazing men and women and seeing a whole new generation that has sprung from us is beyond enjoyable.  I am grateful for my parents and for the life that I have had the privilege to live.  I don't take it for granted.  Not one part of it, the good and the bad, the struggles the heartache and the absolute joy.

More recap...

So what exactly have we been in our house DOING for two whole weeks?  This.
If I had my way we would be in full blown Scharman Boarding School Mode, with matching uniforms, whistles, two straight lines for PE walking the yard, etc.  In days gone by I would have colorful charts and schedules...in fact something along those lines is still coming.  But early on I recognized that with the dynamic we have now, that just isn't going to happen.  We need structure but flexibility.  I laid out some expectations and allowed the kids to come up with their own "block schedule".  Even that is slushy so it will be moved to more of a "everyday, do this" kind of thing and they will learn to pace themselves.  The kids are fairly good at self governing with some gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) reminders along the way.
The day looks kind of like this right now: Abby and Mia both have seminary on Zoom conference calls every morning.  Depending on those times (they are different classes and vary from week week depending on which teacher is teaching) I have everyone up by 8:30/8:45, we do a devotional/spiritual thought from Come Follow Me then family prayer and breakfast.  At 9am we try to watch the our elementary school principal who does the morning anouncements on Facebook from her office at the school - she does the pledge, birthdays, good citizenship announcements, reads them a book then gives them a challenge for the day.  Then its kitchen jobs, make beds and get dressed.
Then the girls get pretty free reign of their day.  I take the boys and do workbook, school assignments, Jonah reads me a chapter of his book and they get computer school (ABC Mouse or Adventure Academy.)
One of the trickiest things is to find time to do what I need to do, without six people needing me, and to have a moment or two during the day to breathe and take a moment.
I decided to finally do the little laundry room renovation that I have been thinking about forever.  It took several weeks to buy things here and there but I finally did it and I love it.  Laundry is a necessary evil and now it feels just a little more welcoming.  I would love to wait and take a picture when its completely finished but that may be a little while longer, so this is where is started and what it looks like now at least.
I have also gotten a couple of orders for signs so I think that will be nice to work on, as long as I can find that elusive "moment" that I mentioned above.

We've done puzzles, made lots and lots of bread...


 Had family councils...made schedules...
 Yard work...we are having more warm days which is nice because we finally got rid of the giant pile of mulch that was dropped on the driveway about 6 months ago...
 One of the first days we made lunches for CAST, a local homeless shelter but even after that day I felt like we needed to be home and quarantined to avoid spreading anything we may have or get.
 There are so many good things out there is it sometimes overwhelming, another reason I need to take a step back from social media.  I love that musicians are streaming concerts from their homes, artists are doing how to's, authors are reading to their fans as well as countless other resources for schooling and entertainment.  On this particular day we were watching my sister Amy live stream story time from her library in Utah.

We have plenty of time to acquaint ourselves with the great musicals of broadway.  The singing and dancing happening in this kitchen are memorable.  I love having fun with these kids of mine.  So far we have hit In the Heights, Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Secret Garden and Jekyll and Hyde...with plenty more on the list.

Their sidewalk chalk art is getting impressive...

Jonah has a fascination with geodes so we made our own one day. They sat on the windowsill for a week and a half before I emptied the liquid and moved them up to the boys room...someday they will just disappear and no one will even notice...


Fits and tantrums are almost daily, but we are trying to take them in stride and move on...sometimes its the boys but more often its the teenagers...

I mentioned that Clark is still going in to work most days...we were brainstorming on the best work from home scenarios....this may be the best he can hope for, folders for a little extra privacy?  He sure isn't going to have peace and quiet.

My favorite has been movie night every, single, night.  It's pretty much my favorite thing to do, almost.  Heaven help us if the store ever runs out of popcorn.  Then we would really feel the weight of the pandemic.

On their list of things to do each day is an activity with a sibling.  These two refused to do anything of the sort so instead I mandated together time by holding hands and staring into each others eyes for two minutes.  I love being a parent.

Girls got bored and asked to dye their hair...seeing as how we are going nowhere and seeing pretty much no one, I gave in...then dyed the boys hair because I was bored.  We will be lucky to escape this time without prison tattoos and self piercings (speaking of....one daughter has already seen fit to double pierce her own ears.  It kind of makes me sick to my stomach to think of sticking anything through my ear and the parenting side of it is something I would rather not talk about...its one of the reasons blogging has fallen off the planet, teenagers and their privacy and whatnot.  Really its more a function of parents putting it out there that we have no idea what we are doing and we mess up and kids mess up and things aren't always easy or perfect.)

I built planter boxes this weekend.  I didn't think I was going to be able to have a garden for some time still so it was a delightful project to be able to work on.  Now I just have to decide what to put in them...also in my middle age I have become a shapeless blob of frumpy mom'dom.  I keep telling myself that this quarantine is the time to seize the day and get down to it so I can emerge a beautiful butterfly instead of a chubby caterpillar...maybe I will start tomorrow, too many treats and loaves of homemade bread.

I love watching these girls together.  I love the dynamic of my family.  It's not always easy to see the divisions by age or circumstance but when they play together it is true bliss...even when they are conspiring together.  Yesterday afternoon they all convened in the "nest" (an area I finished under the stairs.) They were whispering and telling secrets so I sneakily slid my phone under the door while recording.  My plan would've worked beautifully except they saw it when coming out and deleted any gossip I might've captured.  So they were promptly separated to avoid collaboration and forced to tell us one confession and one tattle.  It was quite entertaining.  Here they are ganging up on poor Hazel who was pulled in for questioning first.
It's all in good fun and I hope my kids recognize that 1. We really love them  2.  We are funny and 3. We will never give up talking to them.
I am rather proud to say that none of the tattles came as a surprise...except for the ear piercing which ironically is the only thing in plain sight...

Is this the end? It must be because I'm blogging again.

The world is in quarantine, so what better time to start blogging again?!

In reality I have found myself wanting, no, needing to document what is going on in our lives right now.  I sat and wrote a five page journal entry the other day but it was full of some of the nitty gritty, too much gritty for the likes of my blog and a little too good for the normal pace of social media.  Like so many others right now, I am finding my time on Instagram and Facebook feels wasteful and not particularly uplifting.  There is so much I want to share and record and yet I feel like it doesn't have a place on those platdforms, like it wouldn't be accepted by its peers, so to speak.  You see everyone is fully of so many emotions right now, and most social media platforms allow people to share a little too quick, without enough thought to really process or express what they are really feeling or how they truly feel about people and things.  I'm afraid that if I posted on there, whcih really is a place inviting feedback, I would be too happy, or too anxious, not upset enough, too crafty, too "pinterest", too boring, or whatever it is that would make someone else feel frustrated or annoyed.  But I want to remember what WE are doing, how WE are feeling and just HOW we are doing this time. Too anxious, not anxious enough, too lazy, too organized, whatever.
The truth is we are all of those things.  We are feeling a loss of freedom and distruption...especially my kids who love their friends and thrive on social interaction with their peers. And yet I'm finding that its a nice respite from the interactions that sometimes cause a lot of stress and anxieties in them.
I have said for years that the Lord answers the prayers that I don't even know how to ask.  For months and probably years I have struggled to find a rhythm that I am truly content with.  In all honesty my daydream is living on a ranch in the middle of nowhere with nothing but land, sky, a little hard work and my family (and maybe some chickens, definietly a cow and access to a Target and Amazon delivery...does such a place exist?) But that's not the world that I live in.
The truth is, I want it documented because this is unprecedented, historic.  And it might just be a practice run for bigger things in the future.  I want to document that we did stuff, that we tried to make it memorable in more good ways than bad.  We have great days, productive days, and then some not so good ones.  We fight, we get stir crazy, we get creative, we deal with it, we do hard htings, we get better at things that we weren't good at before, we learn patience and tolerance, we are lazy, we take our time, we listen, we exist.

We have watched this virus start in a small epicenter in China and snowball to a global concern.  It has been surreal to watch events unfold all over the world.  It truly feels like we are living in some kind of apocalyptic movie, a dystopian novel.  I keep finding myself in situations that are just so strange, walking down sometimes empty grocery aisles and passing people in masks and gloves, at a distance.  The media has done what the media always does, provide a whole lot of information, most of which is made up or sensationalized.  Like most things, we have had to be selective and intentional with finding the information that is pertinent, helpful and true.  There are a lot of things to scare people.  There is a lot of information that just isn't true.  One of the hard things about being on social media is that EVERYONE is posting things that they find important and its hard to wade through.  Go to the source, that's always the right lesson right?
What I find absolutely most comforting and amazing is how the church has prepared us for this, how the LORD has prepared us....how the gospel of Jesus Christ always strengthens and prepares us.   We were introduced to Come Follow Me and emphasized the importance and practice of "Home Centered, Church Supported" gospel learning.  Even changes to temple marriage in the past year has prepared us to make adjustments and changes and preparations to be obedient.  I am watching missionaries all over the world be sent home or completely restructure how they expected and were trained for missionary service.  It was not what they had planned but they are being obedient and having faith that the work will go on. This rising generation will learn to listen to the prophet, follow inspiration, get revelation and be adaptable.

We are two weeks into a quarantine.  The first week was strange because there wasn't a lot of direction but Clark and I felt strongly by the end of the first week that we needed to quarantine ourselves from friends and neighbors-one reason being that Haley had just traveled across the country (and someone in her apartment complex had tested positive.)  Things have happened and developed rather quickly.  The kids went to school as normal on Friday, March 13th but over the weekend the governor of the state of Virginia closed all school statewide for a two week period.  I had a feeling that school would be cancelled through the rest of the year and sure enough, before that two weeks was up Virginia had cancelled through the end of the academic year.  So far Virginia is the only state to do that which is strange but I have a feeling that many others will follow.
One of the reasons we cut back early on being around people was because Haley had come home from Utah, a tender mercy that we had bought her a plane ticket to surprise her siblings during her Spring Break, something that we never would've done but extenuating circumstances and chance upon a cheap ticket led us to do it.  But between the time we had bought the ticket and the time she flew home, everything happened, including UVU moving all of their classes to online.  She still had one lab that she had to be there in person for but we had her pack up her entire apartment just in case that changed while she was home.  Coincidentally, the day she flew home they moved the lab to online as well and knowing that there was no reason for her to go back to Utah she stayed here.  That was hard for her to cut her experience short and come home but we were worried about future travel bans and such.  It feels much better to have all of our chicks home in the nest during this.  I am grateful for that.
Gosh I feel like there is so much to catch up on, just from the first two weeks.  I had spent several weeks watching this unfold from afar and was able to stock up on some basics.  I'm grateful that I did because supplies are becoming limited.  At this point there are many things in the store that I am limited to 1 per visit and when you have 8 people at home all day, we are going through things quickly.  I have been to the store every few days to get milk, juice, bread, eggs, that kind of thing but even those things are hit and miss some days.  I have been taking one child with me just to let them get out of the house but I think we might not be able to even do that for a while.
It is tiresome to talk about nothing else when I do see or talk with someone.  I have spent time every single day thinking about different periods in history - when WWII was happening was it all everyone talked about? During the depression did friends get tired of thinking about it everyday?  I know we still have a lot to be grateful for.  We are certainly not in any kind of dire straights yet but I anticipate this circle closing in as we feel a little more pinch on resources, increased discomfort at the isolation and loss of freedom as well as hearing of those we know and love getting the virus.
While we are hearing of the number of people dying is doubling every couple of days, there are many many more that are sick and we just don't know about it because of the lack of test kits.  If you are not high risk for complications then you are told to shelter in place and quarantine yourselves.  Many states have issued a shelter in place ordinance which is a strict "stay at home" with errands only for food or medical supplies.
Clark is still working, thank goodness.  His business supports Department of Defense in many of their jobs so they are still in operation however I suspect that by the end of the week he will be working solely from home as most people already are that are able.
I think that just about gets us caught up to where we are...sitting at home on a Sunday evening, watching Great Muppet Caper and feeling pretty happy about it.