When I was a little girl
... well, more like a hopeless romantic teenager, I fantasized of a pioneering life. So while my DH and I, with purple fingers, were busy collecting mulberries I recollected such fantasies and shared them. I ended the conversation with this: "I've lived my fantasy now. Can we move into reality?" We both laughed about it.
But what of reality and fantasies? Who's living in reality and who's in their fantasy? I lived the middle class life once already. It feels like a fleeting memory that dimly lingers in the back of my mind. It amazes me how easy I had it and just disregarded it all. Turning on a light switch didn't leave a myrid of worries about the power I'm taking from something else. I rarely have light in the house after dark. We have a strange LED lantern that has a solar cell on top that gives enough ambient light to get around. The hunk of plastic has lasted longer than most things I buy! 2 years now and it looks it! I have a solar cell leftover from building our solar panel I'd like to see if I can build a brighter one as a project with the boys...
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