I’m a baby boomer transplanted from So Cal to Massachusetts. I lived for the last 16 years by the beach in a little town called Hull, south of Boston. I really, really liked it there. Commuting with neighbors on a harbor ferry into the city, returning home in the afternoon with the beach off the bow (and the bar at the stern….)
We have 4 kids, but #1 has grown and left the nest. He lives in Boston where he is finishing college. I miss him a lot. Two years ago my hubby decided we needed to pack up the fam and move. So we’re in the country now; a town about an hour NW of Boston. I call it Mayberry. We live in the center of this “one light” village. Downtown. Where the action is. The next door neighbor has chickens and horses. We’re in a big old drafty house. Really big. Fortunatly, also big enough. I have this friend…someone I met when our daughters became friends. The girls were more than friends, really. They are almost conjoined twins. The family moved far away. Rather than seperate the (almost conjoined) girls, they trusted us to keep her for her senior year of high school. So it’s back to 4 kids under our roof, with the occasional visit from #1 son. Plus the dogs, the cat, and Picasso (a turtle foundling that came with the new daughter).
I think that would be enough to keep me busy. Some days, I wish that was all I had to deal with. I also work full time as a labor & delivery nurse in the city. I also like to putter and call it gardening. It’s really more like tilling, planting and neglecting (fortunatly we have lots of options out here for locally grown/raised foods). I’m a great starter of hobbies. Mostly, I like canning. And dehydrating. And cooking. And baking. And knitting (or at least starting to knit things). And sewing. And pysanky. I really like pysanky. I also have a few other hobbies that I’ve started and sort of neglected to finish. Including writing a journal. I started one about 15 years ago, and meant to keep up with it on a regular basis. For the kids, I said. So that they would have a record of all those funny moments, those crazy stories that you think you’ll never forget. I’d write a page or two and put it away. Then, I’d find it again a couple of years later. Finally, I found it again when we moved. There were maybe 15 pages filled in. Pathetic! My babies have no record of their childhood. I started writing this blog in April 2012, with the intention of recording what’s left of their childhood. Unfortunatly, they were horrified when they realized that their stories were on the net. I’m going to continue this writing thing, and try not to damage the kids too much in the process. I may never finish everything, but I’ll show some stick-to-it-ness here! Maybe, someday, I’ll even finish those baby booties too.