Our valley floor reached a little closer to the sun last week. For 48 hours, the sky dropped snow. It fell neatly like piles of folded laundry, layering higher and higher. We shoveled a foot off the driveway before bed at 9pm and the next morning there was another six inches to scoot away. And so it went for two whole days of mother nature making us feel small and introspective.
While people around the globe have determinedly dreamed up their visions for 2012, planning how they can be better, know better, do better; giving up old, objectionable habits, The Baby has made known her immediate New Year’s resolution: she is going to give up diapers.
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At least once a day someone asks me about the drive I make everyday from where we live, 25 miles north of town, to Missoula, where most of our lives take place.
“How long does it take you to get to town?”
“Does that drive get old?”
“Do you come in every day?”
“How do the kids handle it?”
I answer in rote fashion not because I’m irritated but because there are simple answers to most of these inquiries.
Twenty three minutes. Sometimes. Most days. Depends on the day.
Most of the time, these questions are coming from a good place. People are interested, curious and maybe a little intrigued by the thought of living out of town. But every now and then I have friend who digs a little deeper, who just cannot understand our choice to live in the middle of a cow pasture with falling down fences in every direction.
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