Do You Want Fries With That?

 How I spent my week:

1)  Canning peaches

2) Putting up pickles

3) Harvesting onions, etc.

4) Splitting wood

ok, that was mostly Bee, but I'm ABOUT to help

5) Stacking wood

6) Moving rocks

7) Getting covered with sawdust

spoon rests

 
They're all things that are meant to help us eat or stay warm (well, except moving the stupid rocks [although, I guess the reason I'm moving them is to make garden-space, so cancel that snide remark].).

It's just that, as the daughter of a diplomat, who matriculated from a semi-Ivy League university, I always kind of assumed I'd be a white-collar professional.  Even though my career up to two years ago was basically one that revolved around manual labor, it was in a specialized field; so I felt civilized whilst shoveling sh!t.

And now look at me: sweat-covered and filthy at all hours of the day, dragging around wheelbarrows and trying not to chip my pedicure (although -- by 'pedicure' -- I mean 'Dollar-Store-nailpolish-applied-haphazardly-on-my-general-toes-area').

And it's not that any of these things aren't worthwhile things to do. It's just -- when I graduated from college -- I never pictured myself even wanting to be a semi-subsistence-live-er.

I mean, what happened to me?