It has been a long time since I posted. The reason for this is that we moved from the East Coast (Washington DC Area) to Dallas Texas. My wife and I were planning our retirement so we purchased a very nice condo that was cozy and fit our needs. We kept prepping and were of the mindset of urban preppers and were hoping for a mild TEOTWAWKI.
Unfortunately life is what happens when you are making other plans. Our plan was to live just the two of us. It looked like our oldest son had become a hero and was serving in the USMC, he currently is in Afghanistan and will be back early next month thank god. Our daughter had 5 or 6 jobs on the east coast and was doing awesome we had no worries about her and her career, although we worried about her location and how far she was from us, I often imagined heading from Dallas to DC and back in a post apocalyptic adventure to bring her home! My middle son had found a girl and move back to Phoenix with his mother and we hoped for grandchildren. And my youngest son was struggling to finish high school also with his mother in Phoenix.
So a quiet condo in the suburbs seemed like the way to go. I stopped blogging mostly due to laziness. But then tragedy struck, my first wife in Phoenix suddenly died. Unlike many ex-wifes my ex and I had buried the hatchet several years back and not only was she one of my best friends she was pretty good friends with my current wife and her sister who lives very close to us was our best friend in Texas. My middle son who had decided not to pursue his relationship with his girlfriend had at this time moved back out with us and was studding with me to do my profession. I happened to be in DC at the time of my first wives death and had drove back to Dallas to be with my wife and my first wives sister to help decide what to do. As soon as I arrived my middle son said, "we have to go out there and handle the situation no one else will!"
We all carpooled out to Phoenix and my ex-mother in law and I took care of all the issues that go with a death with no life insurance. We gathered up the boys and headed back to our tiny condo to make a new life for ourselves.
The condo was just too small to handle our new family. My wife told me this time we should get a new home, but it should be one that I choose, in the past I have let my wife choose what sort of home we live in. Maybe due to the death of my first wife or because of the news around the world or maybe because I have always wanted land to call my own, but my idea of a place to live is a ranch or farm, not to large but large enough where you don't have worry if your music is to loud, or in our case our beagles.
We now have a 10 acre ranch (although my wife prefers we don't call it that she says ranch sounds pretentious). And all the issues and trouble that go with homesteading and living rural!
