It isn’t always easy for me to convince my husband to go along with my ideas. Vince grew up in a city; I grew up with wide open spaces. Can you see how those backgrounds have shaped how we think .. even today? It isn’t always easy to convince my husband that my ideas are really the best ideas but I can be pretty convincing . . about most things. Vince always thinks of all the negative things where I always think of all the positive things. That’s not bad .. we kinda keep each other balanced. In the end, I never try to talk him into doing something but I try to convince him that it’s his idea and then he’s on board!
When I discuss the the idea of wanting many acres, Vince just looks at me.
Me: No neighbors
Vince: Too much land to keep up
Me: I can have goats
Vince: It’s easier to sell a house in town than a house out in the middle of no where
But, when he thinks . . maybe I can find land with a lake and I can fish . . then he goes along with my plan to look for land.
When I first wanted chickens, he just looked at me.
Me: We could get fresh eggs
Vince: It costs way less to buy eggs
Me: They’re so cute
Vince: Someone has to take care of them when we’re gone
I can’t remember how I convinced him it was his idea to get chickens but . . well, you know how that ended up. He loves the chickens!
For years I’ve asked for a compost bin.
Me: We’d get good organic mixture to add to our garden
Vince: We don’t have a garden
Me: It’s so much better than throwing it in the trash
Vince: It attracts rodents
Vince and Chad finally fixed me a compost bin. They put it way back at the very back of our property. At first I thought about complaining that it was too far away. I figured they put it way back there because they didn’t think I would walk that far with my bucket of vegetable peelings and egg shells. I was determined to prove them wrong!
Yesterday as I walked out there with my little bucket, right at the edge of the woods, near dusk, being the chicken that I am, I was thinking . . I wonder what time the coyotes come out. Then I was thinking . . I should tell someone I’m walking out here because if something gets me, no one will know where I went. Vince was out of town; Chad would probably be happy if I disappeared . . til he needs a tuition check!
As I dumped the bucket into the bin . . the world’s largest rat jumped out. It wasn’t a mouse . . it was a full grown rat! He was huge . . I know he was bigger than Speck. He climbed out the back side of the compost bin and ran into the woods . . with a corn cob in his mouth!
On second thought, I’m liking my garbage disposal more and more. Who needs a compost bin . . we don’t even have a garden! 🙂