I sang all my instructions to the kids when they were getting ready for bed tonight. They're still the age that I have to say things like, "brush your teeth," three times if I have to say them once. That's a good way to turn yourself into a crone twenty years early, so tonight I sang it all.
I simply have no energy available to be spent in insecurity or frustration. I have a human life to live and that's as much as a person can possibly handle.
I put up a Fouch-o-matic video on this subject this morning, with some discussion of shampoos and a quick demo of my very easy shampoo recipe. This blog post is for the non-video types out there, and also to supplement the video with more detailed information.
This fresh-up interview over at Coffee and Sweatpants makes me feel kinda big league. :)
I think people show up here with questions. Like, WHO IS THIS ESTHER PERSON? WHAT IS SHE LIKE? Here are some answers!!!
Three weeks after the frame raising, and about a month left before the snow flies. Wall framing and skin yet to go and then, y'all, it will really look like a house.
If summer was like a dress with no belt, my fall is hyper organized. Scheduled to the minute, I'm catching hours like water, in containers with no holes. For the curious, here's the breakdown of a day.
This Wednesday night video update has a little bit of what we did this week, but also some of what we've done in the two plus years leading up to this week.
So many people have said to me, that solar power is the first thing they would have done. How did we manage to go two years without it? But we didn't really want to install solar power. It wasn't something we already knew how to do, and it also wasn't in either of our categories of Things We Love. No sawdust for Nick. No green leaves for Esther. No familiarity for either of us to lean on, nor the kind of eclectic individuality that we so love because it covers all kinds of faults.
When we bought this magic little chunk of land, our Sadie was a newborn. I wore her wrapped against my body as we tramped through drifting snow to site the place where we could build our cabin. We walked out all the corners. Our dream home was modest but no less thrilling for all that: an 800 square foot timber frame off grid cabin, built right out of the tall trees growing on the land.
The appeal of off-grid living is multi-faceted. On the one hand, it is the "new American Dream." It is the ultimate expression of our national values of individualism and property rights. On the other, it is an opportunity to tread more lightly, live more simply, love better. Both are ways to escape, but escape from what?
When I first brought chicks home to my limited-electricity off grid homestead, I looked all over the Internet for advice, and found it pretty thin. Now that we've done it three times I'm going to be very specific about our techniques, in case it will be helpful to somebody else!