I like to believe that I am a low maintenance kind of gal, but I once heard that there are only two types of women: one’s who freely admit that they are high maintenance and one’s who think they aren’t, but really are. I’m going to have to argue that theory.
Yes, I admit that I like to dress up sometimes and I even like to wear nail polish on occasion. I like going out to eat and I also enjoy heading out of town once in awhile. I can be dazzled by a sparkling piece of jewelry and my perfume is a bit costly. All of that might point to demanding a level of comfort that could be construed as “high maintenance”, but there is conflicting evidence to conclude that too quickly.
We are in the middle of constructing our cow fencing. We are about a year behind our desired timeframe to bring beef cattle to Happy Earth Farm, but man, there is a lot of work to do around here! We began this project last Spring by setting all of the posts and we are finally getting around to finishing up the project this winter so we can add cows this Spring. In the past several days I have discovered more evidence that points to me not being high maintenance……
I FRIGGIN LOVE TO STRING BARBED WIRE FENCING. Seriously, it thrills me to no end. In all, we will string and secure about 2 ½ miles of barbed wire, while enclosing about 10 acres of land. I can barely sit through breakfast before pestering Steve to hurry up so we can get cracking. On the days that I have my ladies tennis league, I practically knock over the women as they gather around deciding where to lunch. With my pleated skirt floating behind me and my pretty bright pink tennis shoes picking up the pace, I dash to the car so I can get back to the farm to change into “real” clothes. Last night I actually woke up in the middle of the night and was bummed it wasn’t closer to sunrise.
Maybe it is the potential danger of working with something so sharp, or the coolness factor of wearing a tool belt and having my hammer bounce against my thigh as I walk from post to post nailing in the fence staples, I don’t know. All I do know is that is has become my favorite activity, while giving me the cheapest of thrills and therefore making me a low maintenance kind of gal.