A small glimpse into our lives as we live off-grid… sort of like eves dropping. It may be a thought, quote or a conversation; funny, sweet or sad; but it will always be true. We will see if it resonates with you…
Me: “You’re actually going to let me use it?! I’ll be right out!”
Hubby: “This is how it works... ... ...” (goes on to explain how to use a weedeater)
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Me: “Babe! It died, I think it’s out of gas.”
Hubby: “Use this gas can... ... ...” (shows me where the gas can is and how to refill it)
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Me: “Babe! The string is all gone. Can you put more on for me?”
Hubby: “You pop this cover off... ... ...” (shows me how to resting the weedeater)
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(quick lunch break)
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Me: (4:50 pm) “Babe. My arms are done. I cannot weedeat any more.”
Hubby: “Then stop. Don’t want to use up all your weedeater fun in one day.”
Me: “My hands and arms feel funny. They feel like...”
Hubby: “...their ringing?”
Me: “Yeah. I’ve been at it all day, and it doesn’t even look like I’ve done very much.”
Hubby: “It’s not the fastest thing out there. It’s looking good though. Another full day and you should be all done.”
Me: “Hmmmm...”
