I grew up on a farm in west central Minnesota, a mile from the nearest town of 300 people. We visited my mother's sister in Minneapolis often and, in my mind, urban life made my rural existence pale by comparison. I could hardly wait to graduate and leave small town life behind.

Fast forward thirty-five years. College, office jobs, marriage, the usual; except no children (by chance, not by choice). My husband's job layoff and subsequent heart attack turned our lives upside down. We found, without his income, we could no longer afford our city lifestyle. At the same time my mother, now 86, still lived on the family farm but had reached a point where she could no longer live there alone. We solved both problems by moving back home in December of 2006.

I envision this blog as a chronicle of our adaptation to rural life, as well as a home for my thoughts, opinions, memoirs, and maybe even recipes. ~January 15, 2007

This photo is courtesy of Gracey at Morguefile.com who is kind enough to allow this use of her photos for free. This is not a photo of the area where I live, but I chose it for its similarity. At some point I will replace it with a photo of our Minnesota farm. At this writing it is -10F so I will not be taking any outdoor photos anytime soon.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Other Plans

Who was it that said "life is what happens while you are making other plans"? I had plans to get back into regular blogging but life had other ideas. We are in Minneapolis, about 200 miles from home, with very little internet access. We were here for some routine medical appointments when my mother developed a severe headache. It turned out she had fluids pressing on her brain which required surgery to drain out. This is serious business in any case, and more so for someone who is 87. She is still in intensive care but is doing very well, all things considered. There is still a risk of stroke until she has recovered sufficiently to resume her blood thinner meds.

I have some blog ideas that I may be able to post if I can get access again. Maybe life in a senior highrise community, which is where we stay for the duration. I am thankful to have family to stay with until this is over.