A Shame!

I am ashamed right now! So ashamed.
One of the main reason why we left our hometown is because we won't feel at ease and accepted in our life project. We used to have a 3000 square feet garden in town and everybody would check us like freaks. We also wanted to have animals, so we moved.

I am not very following news in general, when I decided to move here, I turned out the switch, I wanted to think about other things.

Some days ago though, probably knowing that I would feel totally connected to the topic, someone talked to me about these people: http://www.lepotagerurbain.com/

Those are people from the town I used to live in, living a fight that I would probably have to fight if I would have stayed there.

In a nutshell and for those who can't speak French. Those two people have planted a garden in their frontyard. They asked the permission to the city through a telephone conversation and, as it happens a lot in the "marvelous city of Drummondville". They have been told something that would after that be different. (happened to me plenty of time). So they have been told that it was ok for them to plant a garden (or something else than turf) in their front yard even in the part that "belongs" to the city. After some times, of course, the city wanted them to "correct the situation" and to put grass instead of the luxurious food they are growing.

Ridiculous?

Ohhhh yeah it is.

I mean come on, this is vegetable we are talking about, not weeds, not pot, Veggies!

And I've seen it through my own eyes, those people are taking good care of the place and it's simply beautiful.

Not only do they want to get rid of the veggies, but they also fining them 300$ a day for that "crime".

So today I am ashamed of the place I am coming from. Ashamed to see they are treating good people who want to follow the new food revolution!

Some people are complaining, of course, to them a small front porch with begonias and hostas is the way to go ... but ... when this happens and price will start to skyrock, I would love to see them try to eat an hosta!

The news and other desesperations

It's hard. Harder than I thought, well no not true, it's as tough as I expected it but the fact that the begining have been easier made me believe that the rest would be piece of cake.

I was wrong. Having a fragile health makes it more complicated. I knew the importance of heat on my body. The importance of taking hot baths each day. (well don't believe I don't bathe or shower, I do but in warmish water) The importance of having confortable seats and place to be.

My muscles are screaming in pain every day. I don't really tell Husband, 'cause I don't want him to be more pressured that he is already. Fighting the pain that is there makes my energy going lower and lower to a point it might be dangerous.

The fact that we have no kind of support, especially by my parents make it harder. Dad helped us of course, but it's easy to see they find us crazy to do what we are doing. They just don't understand that if I would have stayed in the place I was, no recovery would have been possible. Of course now I am feeling worst than worst but I know that in a year of two, maybe sooner, I will be way better than I was.

Moving from the other place took us plenty of time. It might seem crazy but moving an whole house to another is already something, imagine when you are moving a whole house to one that isn't ready yet.

The renters didn't help really too, like they were asking like every two hours when we will be done. Plus, they damaged things in the other house and tried to make us responsible. A lovely couple ... :-(

We sent the tractor to our neighbor so he can be repaired. The numbers of repairs to be done are considerable but knowing that the tractor would have cost us just 1000$ is great thinking that we will be able to mow the lawn (would have cost us more than 1000$ per summer) and clean out the snow this winter (would have cost us 300$ per season or so) so it is paying by itself.

Husband is trying to solve the water problem in the bathroom. There was water coming out from one of the pipes and it was going through the floors and walls.

This afternoon he plans to install the dryer, let's pray the electic wire will be ok. If not, that will be more tricky to manage.

I don't give up.

C.U.CT.

It's over, it's done. It's super over and super done.
We are not townsmen anymore! We have been packing things in a truck from 9 am yesterday to 11 pm and from 6 am to 8:45 pm today.

Thanks God, our good friend, the Grizzly bear was there. (I still can come to the point I'll name people here) Without him and the help of my father nothing of this would have been possible.

This morning, I kicked myself out of bed to be able to join them and help them. With my disease, sleep is a very important issue. I have to have enough sleep.

Well the house is full of things everywhere. But as everyone's says : Step by step.

Wish me luck guys!