RE: About me... and a bit of politics because I can't help it.
this is extremely boring [..] So really, don’t waste your time
Let's be honest, Henry: there really are better spoilers... 😂
And you definitely don't need spoilers like this one. Or is that exactly what you wanted to hear?
I really enjoyed reading your article, precisely because it's so authentic. I'm delighted to be able to get an (even better) picture of you now. Hehe, the political part is also part of the image design (which I usually like to skip, because it's all about complaining...). So... I've exhausted your article to the end... 😉
A question about "I just want to be a farmer." Are you serious? A farmer in order to finance a life (which is not possible everywhere - in Germany hardly at all). If so, don't wait too long (I disagree with w-r).
If you can afford ‘farmer’ as a hobby, don't wait too long either, because it makes you happy! I learnt this far too late (perhaps you know that I quit my safe teaching job for the animals).
So don't long for 45! Even then, nothing is certain! When I was 45, my first husband had already died of cancer, it was too late for many decisions. Of course there was still plenty of time for many other decisions, but they are harder when you are older.
The older, the wiser? That's certainly true for many people. But for everyone: the older, the more immobile... 😉
Thanks for this post - feel free to be concerned for me.... 🤪
Haha, I haven’t quite mastered the art of writing yet, so cut me some slack.😅 I admit I may have exaggerated a bit, but I genuinely didn’t think it would be that interesting...
✅I was tempted to give half a point because you said it's all about complaining, but since you've exhausted it till the very end, I'll give you the other half. 😂
Dead serious. And it's not because it's sustainable or saving the planet or whatever youtuber says on the internet, but because I've seen its value firsthand.
Here’s the story: We have a small plot of land, and I decided to try cultivating it. I planted various vegetables, with beans being my personal favourite. I was excited for the harvest, but when the time came, there was almost nothing left. It turns out my father’s co-worker had asked if he could take some home. They weren’t wealthy, and vegetables are expensive here, which makes things even harder. So, while I didn’t directly benefit from it (harvest), at least it was able to feed a family, even if just once. And that, to me, is a big deal. It really matters to me that the work I do creates value.
But you're right - it's nearly impossible to live off it unless you have lots of cash stashed away somewhere. In my age group, as you probably know, we don’t really have much “free” time. We might have the energy and some resources, but time? Not much. Or maybe I’m just bad at managing it.But the 'the older, the more immobile' is also true - which only complicates things further. 😐
Wow! That’s beyond brutal. What do you think that he would have made of your 26 sheep?
Hm. Minced meat?
No idea. I don't think we would have moved to the countryside together. So this question would probably never have arisen.
Everything would have been different. If he hadn't fallen ill very early on, I would probably have had children and not sheep. Who knows.
To be honest, this subject, which has been ‘closed’ for a very long time, is not something I want to philosophise about in public.
Let's meet in the pub and we can talk about very personal issues. Offer me three or four beers and I'll tell you moooore... ;-)
Not the legs though 😉
I didn't mean to pry. It's the first time that you've mentioned him to me and none of my business (in a friendly way).
No problem.
Never mentioned this chapter either (the 45 just appealed to me - to be honest, he died at the age of 44. When he fell ill, I was in my early 30s). "In former times" (LOL, I mean the beginning of my social media experience = Steemit, LOL) I used to make sure I didn't reveal anything personal about myself on the internet anyway. Then at some point I didn't care. Now there's been a change: too many people I would never have anything to do with in real life - I don't even want to show them a picture of my baby lambs - too personal... 😂
I had always wondered about the children thing, but of course, it's too personal a topic to even ask you about. I don't know... beers are out of the question. Maybe over a cup of tea or coffee—I’d love to just listen to you, not talk... just listen.
You did mention him the other day in one of your replies to my comment. I wanted to say something then but couldn’t… I didn’t want to upset you. But one day, face to face, I’d like to sit beside you and listen.
Let's put it this way... I had psychological support and good friends. That was all a while ago. Of course I would have liked to have children, but you can't put time back and I don't suffer from not having any.
Everything else then really over a good cup of tea. With your excellent bakeries. Or we could chat about voice programmes. That's certainly exciting... ;-)
I always say: suffering is part of life, with or without children. But when children come into the picture, you take on a lifetime of responsibility. It’s as if a piece of your heart is out there in the world, vulnerable and beyond your constant protection. Ufff… God tests you sometimes by giving them to you...
Looking forward to it ;))