Today I sewed some more on the quilt I am making. I had to laugh at myself because my sewing machine didn't work(need dh to look at it) and I realized just how little I knew about hand sewing. I finally settled for a running stitch to hold the three layers together. As I was sewing I saw how pitiful it looked. I couldn't even do a running stich in a straight line. I couldn't find my chalk to mark it so I was doing it by sight. Sheesh, we would have to go naked or almost if we ever had to depend on my sewing. then I quit and went to get some chicken out of the freezer. We don't have the room here or the money to raise chicken confined for meat. I looked at my storebought bag of chicken. The legs and thighs were huge. Dh worked at a chicken processing plant for a couple of years and there were chickens go through that were so huge that their legs wouldn't fit in the shackles. I worked there for a short time-until I found out I was pregnant with dd2. It never really bothered me that they were so unnaturally huge until now. Huge and cheap. Yesterday we ate homegrown pork-and it was GREAT. I hate even thinking of cooking these chicken legs now. I wish more and more everyday that we were back at our old place. We have gotten a couple of offers on it, but we have always turned them down saying we are going back there one day. After you quit seeing and being somewhere for a while is when you realize what you have. 10 acres on a mountaintop with a view of the surrounding mountains and if you go down the road just a tiny bit you have a view of town below. The weather always seemed worse there and the soil erodes easily and when it got dry in the summer it was really dusty there and wild critters were always waiting just inside of the woods to eat your animals. We griped and complained about how hard it was in the winter to get in and out, about the rocky soil and the wild animals. It seemed like our well was always on the fritz or the truck was giving trouble right when I needed to drive a mile to get the kids from the bus. (kids usually liked when the truck was giving trouble because more than once they were picked up on horse when truck wouldn't start!) But I really miss it and the chickens I could be growing there with the aid of our good dog and NOT cooking these unnaturally big chicken legs. Maybe someday the Lord will let us find a mobile home to put out there or help us to find the proceeds to build a house. I think this time we can be more grateful for what we have.