We did it! We survived… and thrived!

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You know what I realized this morning as I reflected on this pretty March day outside my kitchen window?

We made it, we did it! Our family survived paying TWO homes through an entire winter, along with high heating costs, utilities, upkeep, etc. halfway across the country!

We didn’t do it alone, it wasn’t just my husband and I. Our children helped tremendously by working hard when needed, and being by our side!

But it doesn’t stop there! Support from family, friends, church family, and even our great customers!

We made it, we did it, with help from
ALL of you!

Spring is coming. We have no idea what will happen from here, if our property in BC will sell, where ‘home’ will finally be…

Yet… knowing that we’ve made it through the worst part, through the winter months, and we didn’t just survive, but we thrived!

thrive:
verb: thrived, throve, thrived, thriv·en, thriv·ing.
1. to prosper; be fortunate or successful.

Yup! That’d be our family!

Knowing we made it, makes it that much easier to keep on keeping on!

Strength, to have or not to have…

It’s Friday March 1st 2013.

On Monday, the home we are renting, in which we had hoped would be our final home, will be back up for sale.

Over the past week since receiving the news, I’ve been fighting a battle within myself. I’m going to be brutally honest, and bare my soul for the ‘world’ to see and hope that none of you hold my thoughts against me.

This was really difficult news. As those of you who have been readers of my blog, my friends, and my family know, after Graydon and I lived thousands of miles apart while he worked here, and our five kids and I stayed in BC trying to sell our home there. After way too many months apart, the kids and I finally made the move out here too. That was last April. We arrived in Saskatchewan April 17 2012.

We had such high hopes that we were well on our way to being FINALLY home.

Well I won’t go into all the details since then but it would seem even after two moves, we are STILL no closer to being FINALLY home then we were last April 17th. Here we are, once again, almost a year later in a home that’s for sale and no idea of what our future holds.

I told Graydon last night (this is the brutal honesty part…don’t hate me) that the thought of living through house showings, in a rental home, has hit me so hard that I feel like throwing up, running away from home, smoking a thousand cigarettes (no, I don’t smoke, but did for years) and maybe even getting drunk just for the heck of it. Just to try and escape the distraught, and anger, and even the fear, that I feel right now over the uncertainty of our future.

However… thankfully, I try real hard not to listen to the anxious thoughts that flit through my head.

Instead, I texted a good friend who I knew would understand and she said she would be praying for me. I knew Graydon would be praying for me. I knew our church family has been praying very hard for our family.

And I fought tears.

I fought tears for hours as I ate dinner with my family, as I worked, as I packaged orders, edited product photos, and replied to emails. As I spent some time with the kids before bed, and as I said goodnight to each one.

And I finally let those tears flow as I tried to go to sleep in the half empty bed while Graydon was working his 12 hour night shift.

Life doesn’t stop because I’m having a bad day. Or even a bad year it seems.

And with that thought, I can’t even rightly call it a bad year.

Yes, life has been very uncertain, but bad? No. We’ve grown, we’ve lived, we’ve loved, and we’ve all matured.

Our hearts are tender, and feeling a little bruised at the moment, but I know we are stronger too.

The other day I read about Ann Voskamp who witnessed her little sister’s death as a toddler, and how she struggled all her growing up years to find joy.

I seek joy. I believe we WILL find what we seek in life. If we seek negativity or anger, we’ll find that too. So I strive to seek joy, and peace.

I seek scriptures to find my peace.

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Isaiah 41:10 has been a favorite scripture of mine since I was married to a man who was an alcoholic, but then became a new man. A new husband. My living, breathing, daily example of what God can do within us when we allow Him to, when we ask Him to.

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To help me find my peace, and my joy, I decided to take Ann Voskamp’s advice and write out a 1000 things to be thankful for, right now, in my life.

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It’s going to take me a while to get to 1000, but it’s a start.

I’m thankful others like Ann Voskamp are willing to share about their hard times so I can cling to their stories during our hard times.

This is why I share my story too. In hopes it may help someone, somewhere, some how. In the mean time, sharing helps me.

“we’re livin’ the story”

I haven’t been posting on my blog so much this last great while. I could say I just haven’t had much to say, but that probably wouldn’t be accurate. I’ve more honestly had too much to say, but nothing that I can put together within the walls of my mind lately, to type it out properly.

And then I heard it the other day. The reason why I have not been writing lately. To quote from my new favorite movie, We Bought A Zoo

Rosie Mee, the young daughter, to her father asks:

How come you don’t tell stories anymore?
Benjamin Mee, her father, replies:

Well, because we’re livin’ the story.

 

Right now, our family is living the story. I began writing the story of our Our Long Way Home back in May of 2012. Now, it’s getting close to a year later, and the story is still far from over.

Some days, our family has become a little weary of this long way home. We pray daily that our hobby farm in BC will sell because we had hopes of buying a much larger acreage here on the Prairies. Every.Single.Other.Thing has fallen into place so beautifully here on the prairies. My husband and our two eldest children all have great jobs, the kids both received great raises today at those jobs. We have an awesome church family that brings us wonderful encouragement and support. We’ve made great friends. My business continues to thrive. Our life is just as we hoped it would be.We LOVE living on the prairies.

Yet… we still live with the daily echo of, “when the house sells…”

In the meantime we continue to hope, and pray, that this one last, very big piece of the puzzle, will finally fall into place while we keep on keeping on. We encourage one another to continue to hope, and continue to work hard towards that future. It’s got to happen!

Each new morning brings new hope of a brighter future for our family!

Sundogs in Saskatchewan

 

Elsa & Serafina

As I shared on facebook this morning, we had a death on the homestead overnight. Serafina, Elsa’s cat, had passed away through the night. My husband had checked on her at 2:30 (she was sick, the vet could not help her, they offered to euthanize but honestly, Elsa could not handle having her cat put down at the vets office) and when I went to check on her very early this am, she was gone, she had died.

We feel it was much better that Serafina was able to die at home, even though it was very difficult trying to care for her the best we could, and keep her as comfortable as possible, while we knew most likely the inevitable was going to happen. But it was good for Elsa too. She was able to help care for her cat. She wanted this, rather then simply leaving her at the vet’s office for them to deal with her. We felt this was very important for Elsa, to be a part of her care. And of course we hoped above all else, that maybe, just maybe, Sarafina could pull through.

Having Serafina here at home though, I was scared I’d be the one to find her after she passed away, and sure enough, I did. While everyone slept, but then I ended up being grateful as I was able to make sure Elsa did not find her, and I was able to have Sarafina safely put away before Elsa even woke up. This is one of those things that as a parent, as a homesteader, and a multiple pet owner, that just makes you wonder why you’d ever want another pet again. Yet, it is a real part of life, especially the life we’ve chosen. We’ve been through many deaths with animals like chickens, guinea pigs, and even rabbits, but this was only the second time we’d ever lost a long time pet and the last time we went through this was 13 years ago. It doesn’t get easier.

I want to thank those of you who have asked how Elsa is doing, and especially those special friends who even took the time to email and offer your sympathy to her. Elsa has aspergers, so this has been really hard on her in more ways then one. Her way is to pretend stuff like this just didn’t happen (which is why I said on facebook that I know it’d be easier if “I” just acted like “It’s only a cat” because then she’d be more ‘comfortable’ with the situation) but I just really feel like this time, she really needed to feel these emotions, even though it is really difficult for her  With Elsa, it’s always SO difficult to know how she was respond, react, to new situations, especially stressful ones. Elsa doesn’t often feel deep emotions, that she shares, and surely doesn’t ever show her emotions if at all possible except when she can’t really control what she’s feeling, and that’s what I feared. Although this has been very difficult, she’s done really well, and she is learning about death. Something we all learn sooner or later, and having others come along side and share their sympathy is a wonderful thing. I will be showing her the emails once she’s ready. Right now, she doesn’t want to be reminded in any way so I’m going to give her a little space at the moment.

I went into her room this morning while she was just waking, and gave her a big hug. She knew right away by my tears (which I don’t often show either) that Serafina had died. She’s doing ok, she doesn’t want to talk about it, and if she’s reminded in some way, she goes to her room for a cry. Otherwise she’s being pampered by her family today, she’s not pestering anyone, and no one is pestering her (you’d have to know her to ‘get’ that part). It’s a good lesson for her siblings too, in being sympathetic to their sister and learning how to come alongside.
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Elsa & Serafina back in 2006.

Life is lessons, one after another, some good, some bad. We take each one as it comes, the best way we know how.

Hurt People, Hurt People

Hurt People, Hurt People.

I heard these words spoken at a conference many years ago and the truth of this simple statement has never left me.

My life, my way of thinking, since first hearing this statement has never been the same since.

My past, as is everyone’s past, is full of history, my history. Through my past there have been many hurts. These hurts can stir up anger.

I can be quite a passionate person, this can be a great thing, but not so much when anger is added to passion.

So when I become hurt by someone, I remind myself that the person hurting me, is most likely hurting. Thinking this way makes it much easier to forgive others who hurt me. I’ve gotten pretty good at forgiving others.

But what about forgiving myself?

sigh…

When it comes to forgiving myself, somehow I can’t stop hurting myself. I speak words to myself that continue to ridicule me, shame me, words that don’t lift me up, but instead, words that continue to hurt me.

Over, and over, and over again.

Why?

It’s a vicious cycle, I realized this morning as I was praying, and asking God to help me to stop hurting the ones I love.

Hurt people, hurt people.

As long as I don’t forgive myself, I will continue to hurt myself, to beat myself up, and so I will continue to be a hurt people who hurts people.

This has got to stop.

Maybe it’s true in reverse?

Maybe…
healed people, heal people?

So I’m going to start working on healing the hurts I’ve placed upon myself. Im going to work on forgiving myself, so I can stop being a hurt person, who hurts people.

I truly want to be a healed person who helps others to heal.

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Twenty Two Years!

Twenty Two Years!

That’s how many wedded years my husband and I will be celebrating on Saturday, on our wedding anniversary! September 22, 1990 marks the day that changed our lives forever. When two, became one, in this journey of life and a new little family of two persons began. Twenty Two years spent side by side my best friend.

It feels so special, that I feel like we should be celebrating for an entire week! I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop being in awe of it! Twenty two years isn’t any ‘special’ milestone like 10 years, 25 years, 40 years, or even 50 years but EVERY year is a special milestone because every year that we celebrate another year of our marriage, is another year we speak volumes with our lives.

Our twenty two years speak loudly, that although, like any best friends we’ve had many ups and downs, we have chosen to tough it out, work through it, remain together, and find solutions to keep this marriage alive. But we’ve not been satisfied with just keeping it alive, we continue to aim for better, and better, until we can claim our best!

Any married person, any person who’s ever had a close friendship, has family, children, or a spouse, knows that it’s no easy task, to hang on, and KEEP hanging on, through the tough times.

To keep striving for better, together, and most of all, within yourself first and foremost. We take our vows seriously, through good times, AND bad. For better, AND worse. There’s been better, and there’s been worse. There’s been good times, and there’s been bad. Mix it all together and you have, what I like to call, life.

Live lived, becomes life worth living! Fully!

We’re passionate people, this husband of mine, and myself. I don’t mean just THAT kind of passion (although hey, that helps too!) I mean we’re passionate about EVERYTHING we believe in.

We believe in us. We believe in marriage, and we believe in showing our children, through our own marriage, through our own lives, that marriage is worth clinging too, even through those hard times.

And that is why we’re still together, and why we’ll be celebrating 22 years this weekend. Through a stubbornness which won’t allow us to give up! Because of a passion for one another, a passion for marriage, and a passion for raising our children by our own example, and most of all, through grace which has been given to us, and which we try our very best to freely give one another.

Being married 22 years IS a reason to celebrate! And although it’s been a very rough last couple of years on our family, on our marriage, and our lives, mentally, emotionally, physically, and financially, we ARE going to celebrate!! Because our marriage is worth it!

I can’t wait!

I can’t wait to spend some special time with this best friend of mine!

In the meantime… our life right now.

I thought I’d interrupt the story of Our Long Way Home with a post about our life right now. I guess it could be considered a bit of a ‘spoiler’ but there’s not a whole lot to ‘spoil’ at the moment and I’m becoming depressed just reading my own story lol, so I wanted to share some highlights!

*Saskatchewan Beach! Who’d have thought you’d find this in the middle of the farm land!

As I mentioned, we went for a sight seeing trip the other day. We’ve actually gone on quite a few of these since arriving here. Despite all the headaches and hassles, and the fact that our landlord says we’re supposed to be out by the end of June (even though we do have a lease, but he doesn’t want to deal with the health authorities list of health and safety compliance’s needed to be made) and today is May 31st, and we have NO idea where we will go…

Despite all that. We LOVE it here. Absolutely love it.

Graydon (dh) and I have determined, each and every day, to NOT allow all this ‘crap’ steal our joy. Believe me, it has NOT been easy. Even today we had to ‘kiss & make up’ for being snappy with each other this morning. Stuff gets to you after a while. Having no idea where your family will live in just 30 days time, that’s stressful. There’s no sugar coating that fact. With everything else that’s gone wrong in getting to today, it simply compounds the stress! But we have a choice. Allow it to consume us, or carry on the best we can and remain a team and keep our family together as one.

So we’ve been making as many trips here, there, and everywhere as time, and finances (gas is expensive!) will allow, and simply to get away from the stress of day to day life right now.

Yet, even simply being here on the homestead, as sad as we are that we are still not ‘home’, even simply walking the dog(s) out on the prairies with the breeze blowing, Graydon and I taking a quick spin on the quad, or listening to the kids get all excited about the two nests we’re watching (a duck nest of 12 eggs, and a robin’s nest of 4) or all the other discoveries they’ve made, is enough to just make me SO glad, each and every day.

We ARE home, we ARE together.
Saskatchewan, the prairies, IS our home.
We simply have not been able to buy our homestead yet.

We have to keep trusting that we will. Hopefully soon. We’ve decided that we have no choice but to put our homestead on Vancouver Island back up for sale and hope that maybe, just maybe, this time we can get a sale.

In the meantime, we’ll simply do what we seem to do best.
We’ll just keep on, keeping on.

In the midst of trials…

To our family, friends, and valued customers, we could use some heavy duty prayers right now. Our family is fine, but this rental home is not. Major issues, which have now rendered us unable to use water, and there’s been so much more, which I won’t get into right now. We are trusting things are going to get better. They have to, it’s been one thing after another this last while.

Don’t think for a moment though, that we consider ANY of this as a negative against this move! We know 110% we are right where we are supposed to be. We have COMPLETE peace about that! Maybe we’re not 110% positive about this particular house (so glad we are renting it, rather then having bought!), but we are 110% positive about THIS PLACE which we are in right now.

Through all this, we are very happy to be together as a family, and LOVE Saskatchewan and the new friends we’ve made in our new church home & in our new community. There’s been many blessings despite these many issues. We just would prefer to be settled sooner, rather than later, and these issues are making it very difficult to do that. It’s almost impossible to run my business right now, at a time when we need the income more then ever. Our home in BC is still not rented, which means we’re carrying the cost of TWO properties right now, IN the midst of all these other messes! Everything just seems to keep going sideways from the bank messing up our account by a 22grand debit TWICE, to issues back in BC with our property there (anyone want to buy it last minute??? lol we still love the idea of having a rental though, it’s just not coming easy!), to the whole move itself not going smoothly, and then now this mess here in our new ‘home’.
At a time we thought we were going to be putting our feet up, and simply enjoying our new view.

We’re keeping faith though. We must! At some point we WILL see the light at the end of this, seemingly never ending, tunnel!

Battling big companies. Are we alone?

There’s been one huge downfall in this entire big move. The far too many battles we’ve had to deal with concerning ‘big’ companies. I’m sharing about this here because we’re really beginning to wonder if this is a ‘normal’ thing, or if we’ve just got some kind of fluke bad ‘luck’ going on!

First, and biggest, a bank (RBC) gave us the run around, for days! They totally messed up our personal bank account by taking a pay out on my vehicle loan, after it had already been paid out through a line of credit. We had to open a line of credit to afford this whole move. Since we’re not made of money, we didn’t have excess amounts of cash floating around to afford moving our family, belongings, horses and other animals halfway across the country, plus the cost of getting our property ready to be rented out.  We don’t exactly like going into debt to make this move, but the alternative of living apart any longer after the past 15 months of hardships just wasn’t appealing to any of us any longer. However, new carpet, painting, some plumbing work, etc. all costs money, and of course added up to a lot MORE money then expected. Knowing we’d have a large monthly mortgage on the Island until the property is rented out, PLUS paying rent in the prairies, on top of all these extra costs, meant we’d need to cut down our monthly bills as much as humanly possible.

Thus paying out the vehicles. These were our biggest expenses besides our home. But this isn’t about how to handle finances, this is about battling big business.

We paid out our vehicles with our low interest line of credit. Both vehicle loans were through different banks. Mine was through RBC. After the innitial pay out, they tried to take out a monthly payment. Since they had already been paid for the entire loan, we had our bank reverse the monthly payment back into our account.

I guess RBC didn’t like that or something, they proceeded to take a second FULL payout for MY vehicle directly from our personal account! They had already BEEN paid out, in FULL! Meaning they got paid twice, for one loan! Twice for a FULL vehicle loan. That’s no small potatoes!!!

How does a bank have the authority to take over 20 grand from someone’s personal account, with the touch of a button, overnight, just like that?! We are STILL scratching our heads on that one. If “I” took over 20 grand from someone without permission, it doesn’t take a genius to realize that would be called ‘theft’, and there would be some sort of penalty. If it were a mistake I made, as a human being, I’d have remorse and want to make it right. However, it seems big business are not humans, and have no remorse, nor feel any need to make it right.

That’s the short version of it all. Suffice it to say, we spent MANY hours on the phone trying to get back over 20 grand that we did not even have, that was taken from our account. This put our account WAY overdrawn. To say this mistake messed up our banking and bill payments would be an understatement!

To say the bank customer service was helpful in fixing it at all, would also be a HUGE understatement. How we could be treated with anything but humbleness for such a HUGE mistake is beyond me! NO one was willing to take responsibility for the error. Finally they had to admit that no they had NOT been authorized to go into our account and take out funds exceeding a regular monthly payment.

But, then we’d still get a “But…”
Always trying to cover their own a$$! Finally taking responsibility, but then turning around and adding a “but…” is NOT taking responsibility and only adds to the frustration!

We just wanted the bank to admit what they did was wrong, and put the d@mn funds BACK into our account RIGHT NOW so we could get it all fixed and get our bills paid! Even once they admitted it, it still took 24 hours for the funds to be put back into our account! Another 24 hours of bills going unpaid, or worse, NSF.

The entire thing was so upsetting, at an already trying time (especially financially!) that we just about pulled our hair out through the whole ordeal! My husband and I had barely any waking hours together since he was working nights, and those few hours each day were spent on the phone with one person after another who was “unable” to help.

Finally, we dealt with the local branch for RBC, and it was fixed within 24 hours. We were very grateful for the local small town bank, actual humans. However, we’re still left to clean up the mess. All these phone reps are being paid to speak to us on the phone. However, we are not. We are simply having our time wasted over and over. Then having to deal with all the bills, cheques, etc. that had to come out during that time. I had to pay our power bill using my youngest daughter’s bank account because I had no access to our own funds! Any automatic bills though, I had no way to pay them! They would simply NSF! It was all SO frustrating!

Next battle that we’re STILL battling, is my phone service. It doesn’t work out here. We’re too rural. Trying to get my cell phone provider to let us cancel my phone without the cost of a 300$ cancellation fee is causing many, MANY, more hours on the phone! And every single time, they give us the exact same run around. They say that according to our postal code, we should have service. We keep telling them we live RURAL, our postal code is from our MAILING address, a PO Box which is IN TOWN. We do not LIVE in town. We live 35 minutes away from our mailing address IN TOWN. We have that mailing address because it’s near my husband’s work, which is IN TOWN.

But they won’t listen. They LITERALLY will not listen. We ask them to listen, and to stop interrupting us, and stop offering us a lower grade service, etc. etc. when none of it is working, but they REFUSE to listen. In the meantime, I’m without a cell phone that works. It’s “ok” right now because I can’t drive due to some weird vertigo issues. But what about when I can drive again and need a phone in case of emergency?

I tried to ask what will happen if I have car trouble on the side of the road while driving with my children, and can’t call for help because I have no service? Did they care? No, they still would not listen.

One rep listened, checked the exact location in which WE LIVE and the surrounding area, and agreed that no, there is no phone service there. Yet, some how, this conversation with technical support is not on record anywhere. NONE of our phone calls are showing up on record, so we have to go through the WHOLE argument every single time we call again. They refuse to cancel unless tech support confirms we have no service. When the confirmed we had no service, the ‘note’ on our account was not recorded?!

Over, and over, and over it goes. Around and around. They talk in circles, each one saying the exact same thing. We’ve been put on hold, and then HUNG UP ON, so many times I’ve lost count. And we’re pretty d@mn tired of it. Such a HUGE waste of time. Time we’ll never get back, yet to get this resolved, we have to spend that time on the phone. They get frustrated with us because we are frustrated, yet they don’t stop to LISTEN to us say that we’ve called SEVEN TIMES, just yesterday alone! Each phone call lasting at least 25 minutes, some as long as an hour and a half, each time ending with, “You have service in  your postal code area, so there’s nothing we can do.”

It’s been very frustrating, to say the least. This isn’t how we wanted to spend our first week on the prairies. Our first week finally together as a family again after being apart for 8 months!

Our next step with the phone company (Rogers) will be to find an IN STORE place to visit face to face. If we don’t receive some kind of customer service through that next step, I’m not sure what we’ll do.

The company says if they can’t provide the service, they can’t charge us, yet they are not sticking by their own policy.

Is this usual business practice these days, banks taking money they are not authorized to take, and phone companies not standing by their word?

And lastly, a major inconvenience without any real apology, our movers. They were supposed to arrive on Wed. the 18th. The company had explained to me weeks before that they could not get to Sask. as quickly as we could, so to pick up our stuff the day we move, and have it here by the time we got here, would be impossible. So we discussed alternative dates and settled on picking the stuff up on the Friday, the 13th, to give them a 3 day head start with the understanding it would arrive a day or two after us, by Wed. the 18th at the latest. This would mean being without our beds, and other things, but we’d make due for the 5 days. You do what you have to do, right?!

On the Wed. that they were supposed to arrive, we needed to take the uhaul to Saskatoon (2 hours away) to drop it off. We decided since the movers were arriving that day, we’d load up on the grocery items at Costco that we’d need for the next while and stick it all in the freezers after we got home. Our son Joshua (18) and his friend Steven (21) would be home to help the movers if they got there before we got home.

We bought enough meats, breads, and frozen veggies etc. to last us (all 7 of us!) for a few weeks until we’d be able to get into the big city again.

Unfortunately, the movers did not arrive on Wed. and they couldn’t tell us when they WOULD arrive. I squeezed as much meat as I could into our small fridge freezer, and loaded the cooler with as much as I could fit in there.

As days passed, I tried to cook up and use up as much of the meats as possible. We had a nice big roast dinner the first night, chicken breasts the next. Then the 2 bigger dogs thought they’d help us out by getting into the cooler in the garage and eating 6 large chicken breasts, so that gave us a bit less meat to worry about!

We continually rotated cooler ice blocks but I had no where to store all our breads etc.. By Saturday our entire bulk package of english muffins molded and had to be thrown out. Everything was being wasted. Boy, I sure missed having our hens! They don’t mind molding english muffins! I really hate wasting food!

Finally, Saturday late afternoon I get a call that the movers will be there the next day. They had our things for TEN days. The drive is a 19-22 hour drive. Not a TEN DAY drive. Again, we were so frustrated with the lack of communication, and lack of apology of any kind. We had explained we were sleeping on the floor, and our food was going bad, on Thursday already. Yet we were told over and over there was nothing they could do, one story after another.

But now we have our things finally, and that’s behind us. I think moving companies know once you have your stuff, your calls stop and there’s no need to go back and apologize to the customer after the fact. Just take the money, and carry on. We don’t even have the energy to complain about the busted up bird cage, or the window clip they broke at our previous home, or anything else for that matter. We’re becoming worn out by it all. We’re also wondering how on earth we’re ever going to financially recover from all these messes. Just trying to keep our heads up, and our attitudes right! It’s not been easy!

I know this is a ‘downer’ post, and not much help to anyone, but we are wondering if we’re alone in this bad customer service? Or, has this become the new ‘norm’? We want to hear from others. This is my personal place to write, chat, and even vent. But if you want a place to vent about your experiences with big companies, vent away. Just keep in mind this is a family friendly blog, and “damn” is about as un-polite as I’d like to see here. Comments are also monitored and have to be approved before they are posted. I’m not normally one to encourage a whole lot of ‘venting’, but I also believe if everyone always keeps quiet about poor service, nothing ever changes either. Or rather, it changes, but the wrong way!

As a business owner, this has caused me to stop and ponder a lot too, about my own customer service. It’s caused me to want to do even better. Right now, being “closed”, is almost driving me nuts! I know I can NOT go into my business email, there’s just TOO much to get done right now on the homestead front before I even THINK of spending mental energy on business, but it’s SO hard to think of customers possibly emailing me and me not replying right away like I always try to do! But I need this time. My family needs me for this time. When I get back at it though, you can bet I’ll be working just as hard as before to provide my customers with real HUMAN quality customer service!

Prairie… paradise…?

We’ve been working towards this move for so long that of course it’s tempting to imagine a prairie paradise once we finally got here. I knew in my heart NOT to allow myself to think everything would go so fine that nothing would ever be amiss, and that all would be easy.

In our lives, not a whole lot has come easy. And I don’t say that with any negativity, really. I say it in all honesty. We don’t mind, we know all that is worth having in life is worth working for, and this whole move was/is no exception!

I won’t say it’s not paradise, but of course there is reality. The reality is, you don’t move from a well worked, well maintained, hobby farm on the west coast of beautiful British Columbia, to an old farm house that has not been very well cared for over the past few years, without some bumps along the way!

If one imagines a picturesque image such as Julie Andrews in scenes of the Sound of Music, spinning in her smock and skirt, dancing along open fields, there is sure to be dissapointment in the reality of life on the prairies.

Rather then running through open fields, twirling in sheer joy… there was careful steps through long grasses, only to scare a very large field mouse which proceeded to get stopped by my son who called his dog over to fetch.

The next scene is one of a sheltie, my son’s dog, running around with a mouses tail hanging out of his mouth, strutting proudly because he was so smart to catch it! Talk about pride! He felt real good about his first catch on his new property! What a good dog, but YUCK!!

The drive to the praries was anything but idealic. A trip that took my husband 19 hours, took us almost 40. Both of us were towing trailers with our vehicles. My husband is accustomed to towing a trailer, I am not. My vehicle with uhaul trailer totaled 34 feet long. The trailer and I did not get along. Much too often if I tried to drive over 55 miles/90km per hour, it would start to fishtail. All this caused for a very tense, very long, 40 hour drive.

Fourty five minutes from our new home, my husband’s trailer’s fender caught on the tire, shredded the entire outer layer off the tire, and the tire layer and fender flew off right in front of me. I gasped and was sure the trailer would end up on it’s axel, as it was well loaded with my husband’s tools! However, my husband managed to pull over safely, and the tire and fender managed to miss my vehicle!

Phew!

Finally, after 30 minutes we were back on our way again! Homeward bound!

And the strike of reality continued…
Fourty five minutes later, we pulled into home. The drive over the old dirt road seemed endless and I was beginning to wonder where in Timbuctoo we were moving to!

The house had sat empty for two weeks, and smelled of rotten eggs because of the sulphur in the water.
The mouse caught me off guard. I knew there would be mice, I didn’t realize they’d be so big, and we’d see them so soon after arriving. I wondered how many were living in the house.
There were tiny bugs in a pot in the cupboard.
There were beavers, lots of beavers, building a dam in the slough in our back yard.

Reality.

Was this really the paradise we had hoped for?!

I was in shock. 

We were DEAD tired. I had spent almost 40 hours driving with only 4 short naps along the way. I had ‘white knuckled’ the steering wheel for 40 hours straight and was beginning to feel the affects of it all.

However, the shock I was feeling was not about my new surroundings. I knew to expect all this. This is the PRAIRIES. I wanted to be a REAL homesteader.

The shock was due to the reality of what a FREAKING city girl I must really be!!

And then I knew, I just had to pause, take a deep breath, gather myself under control, NOT allow my emotions to rule my thoughts and feelings about our new home and simply wait until I had gotten some sleep before I made up my mind about our new situation.

And sure enough, once I had a nap, then a good night’s sleep later that day, I woke up in the morning with a chuckle about the image of our dog Shiloh with a mouse tail hanging out of his mouth and his proud strut, an amazement at the vast open countryside which sits before me, and a renewed vigor about this new adventure our family has begun!

At some point, I’ll get to share photos!
For now, the movers, eight days after the picked up our belongings, still have yet to deliver them so no computer to upload photos on. I can’t wait though. There’s lots to share. Soon.