Thursday, June 22, 2017

I guess I was wrong

Having been back at the ranch since the last post has proven one thing to me. I don't like living there, regardless of how well I get along with the folks that are there. I miss the city, and Marshall won't come back, so I am given the choice of moving back to our old house or staying where I am miserable. Safe or not, I am not cut out to live there. It's too isolated, there is too much hard physical work that I am not capable of doing, yet have to do, and even though I love the chickens and taking care of them, I cannot find happiness there. Marshall and I fight all the time, and I don't want that. We haven't really gotten along for a while now, and I am seeing the end of our relationship looming closer and closer each day. Neither of us wants to admit it though, so we keep on, living like this, while it all dies.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Preparing to Move (again)

We are moving back to the ranch. I am actually okay with it, seeing as I feel so much safer there. Even with all the black widow spiders that have shown up in the past week. We won't officially move until after the new year, but we are slowly getting things transferred. I don't want to take as much stuff out there as last time though. It made the move really hard and it isn't needed. 
 Marshall has a new dog. Her name is Mia and she is an American Pit Bull. She is a rescue from down the street. The old owners weren't taking good care of her, letting her just run all over the neighborhood and not feeding her. Poor thing has been abused and is so skinny. She really doesn't like loud noises or wild motions. I am worried that she has PTSD. I just hope she does okay on the ranch.