It's been a long minute since I last posted. In July of 2015, my husband Steve, was bumped off the freeway. He rolled three times. In the end, his left side of his body was busted up. The long-term lingering effects are that he's paralyzed in the left arm and has lots of hardware in his left leg. He's aged considerably and we've had to make lots of life changes.
In 2017, we made a difficult decision to move back to the city and no longer rent out our Magna home. As it was, I was driving to my job in North Logan and when I left, Steve was sitting in his recliner. He'd be asleep in the recliner when I returned home. I could see that depression had set in. I needed to remove him from the reminder of all the projects we had hoped to accomplish. He confessed that it was depressing to see the daily reminder of what he could no longer do. It took months to pack up our acre. I would tell myself I needed to pack up a certain area that day and all I could do was sit on the floor and cry. I couldn't function, but I needed to for the sake of Steve.
We went from Bear River City to Magna. A well-loved 1898 farmhouse on an acre with a water share to an unincorporated area of Salt Lake County into a late '70's split level home, sardined with homes right up in your business.
My agreement to Steve was that I would live in the suburbs for a period of 3 years to beat the capital gains tax (I had no idea the requirement was really 2 years). Meanwhile, my online fabric business that I started in 2015, right before the accident, grew. The business took up the whole basement. The business bought a Gammill Statler quilting machine and took over the master bedroom over the garage. Steve is the quilter and in Magna he had quite the clientele. I worked full-time at the post office as a clerk. But, the 3 year expiration date came and we prepared to go back to Bear River City. The plan was to build a pole barn and put the fabric shop there. But, we took in a dear friend's (who passed from pancreatic cancer) disabled adult son when we lived in Magna and the Bear River home was not suitable. The home wasn't suitable to host family gatherings and the number of grandchildren had grown. I needed to host family gatherings. So, in August of 2020 we ended up purchasing a fairly new home, built in 2017, on 3.03 acres, with the water shares, on a sleepy dead-end road. WE WERE IN LOVE! This house has everything! And I could have the grandkids over without worrying about being on a busy road or a house that didn't really allow for babies to crawl on the floor.
The ground is kind of virgin ground. Our homestead/farm is not set up yet so we get to do the planning of the layout. We have a northern pasture and an eastern pasture. Over the summer of 2021 we purchased three goats, a mom and her two boys. We didn't have a closed off area for them yet so we tethered mom and let the two boys run around on the property. Mom was distressed when she could no longer see her boys so we needed to build a fenced in area quick. Especially before the ground grew cold and we couldn't get t-stakes in the ground. Being busy working out of the home, in my shop, running a household, caring for two disabled people, I just couldn't find the time. Then I got sick with COVID, the Delta variant. Man, that wiped me out. All I could think of was the pasture for the goats. So, as soon as I was no longer fatigued and sleeping all day I went out and started pounding the t-stakes into the ground and putting up cattle wire. Mind you, I was still sick with COVID. I just had a tiny breakthrough of feeling good and took advantage of that. I probably shouldn't have. It wiped me out. My daughter, Cheyenne, and her husband took pity on me and finished the last little bit. We also purchased a cattle hutch for the goats.
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