It has been eight years since I came to live on the farm. We have a joke that I am an FWIT (farm wife in training). It came about when I mistook a grain cart for a combine, because it was red and had an auger on the side. I am still "in training", as I struggle with bushels per acre and weight per bushel and protein (30-58-14 I think). I have come to appreciate the sound of the prairie, and the beauty of snow scape, and the anticipation of the harvest. I race home at noon to make sandwiches, drive south and feed the farmer and help move to a new field before going back to work, always late, but my employers understand. I am thinking about the option of giving up my clinical practice when the new pediatrician comes next summer, and finding another role at the hospital. There currently aren't enough patients for two, if she wants to be full time and busy. I think I could download charts for at least a few years (3,000 done and 30,000 total in the system. Those who were helping have dwindled away to a few faithful). I'm not sure of the future of the quilt shop, as Laura is wanting to work for the electronic record company, and it would require a move to Vermont for a year. I hope it falls through but chances are good she will get the job.
Life is always changing, and the best approach is to be flexible, and good natured. Who knows what changes the oil development will bring to our little corner of the world? So to all of you who are up in the air about your future, I am with you and believe in you. Tomorrow is unknown, but life is full of wonderful, unexpected things, like my farmer. Who knew?
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