Today Michelle’s moving out of the homestead for a while. Except for a couple of weekends, she’ll spend the next three weeks chaperoning friends’ children in town. We call it “chaperoning,” because at their age “babysitting” just doesn’t apply. She’s done it before. The difference this year is that this time Aly’s away at college. It’ll also be a lot longer than last time.
So, for the next few weeks I’ll be alone out here, a bachelor homesteader, if you will. I won’t truly be alone, of course, as our cat, Spice, will be here. But I’ll be doing the work of the homestead on my own, and making due for myself.
At the moment, I’m kind of looking forward to it. I will certainly miss the company, but I’m excited by the opportunity to see how I do on my own. It should be an interesting experience. The basic goal is to avoid becoming one of Garrison Keiller’s Norwegian bachelor farmers, odd, childish, and pathetically humorous.
I should be able to avoid descending into hermitage. I’ve got a few recipes I want to try, the cat to take care of, and several projects that should keep me busy. Hopefully, Michelle will return to find me as normal as I’ve ever been. Time will tell.