I've been thinking about the results of reading bad news day after week after month. What do we gain by that other than perhaps perverse
pleasure in finding ourselves better off than many people? Does knowing any of the bad news improve our lives? Or might it depress
us?
Seems to me that this is our time, the time we will tell our grandchildren and great-grandchildren about.
I gardened even more intensely and that's how Grammy Chris and I got
through the bad times just fine.
I've often thought about the very low percentage of people who choose
to live what we think of as a homesteading life. Some of us are even
surprised when our spouses see the value. We think homesteading is
superior, but how to convince others?
We can spend hours reading bad news or we can spend even more hours
doing gardening and all the other homesteading things we believe in.
It's a choice.
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