Why Can't We Be Happy?!?!?!?!?
The other day, BH and I took La Nina to an old farm south of where we live. This farm is part of a large park, and is ran just like it was 140 years ago. The employees still use horses to plow the fields, the even give demonstrations on how it was done in the olden days. It is a nice experience to visit this place and just relax and enjoy a different life for a while.
They show how simple life was, from milking cows to preserving food, from smoking meat to cleaning chickens. La Nina loves it when we go there because she gets to see all of the farm animals. You can just look around and see how peaceful life was.
The brochure for the farm talks about how the farm was meant to be self-sustaining. How everything the family living there needed was provided by the farm. Any extra goods produced were sold of traded in town for "extra" stuff. Maybe a new "store-bought shoes" that were used just for special occasions. Or maybe some new canning jars in case some of the old ones got broken. But everything else was provided by the farm.
On the way home, BH and I were talking. Why do we seem to require so much to make us happy in today's world. I feel depressed if I don't have enough money left out of my allowance (BH and I each set an amount of money we are allowed to spend each week) to buy lunch, and have to brown bag it.
La Nina has a room full of toys, literally. More toys than she can possibly play with, and the kids on this farm had hoops and sticks. I complain if I have to mow the yard, (not really, because I actually like it) and these men plows fields with a team of horses. BH and I complain because we can't afford to take a cruise this summer, and many of these people never went more than 20 miles from home until they were 18 and out on their own.
Maybe it's just me, but as a society, I don't think we are as happy today as they were back then. Times were more peaceful. People didn't complain that their non-fat latte was not frothy enough, and that there biscotti was too hard. There wasn't time. We have turned into a society of whiners and complainers. Myself included.
But then again, they average life span of an man was early fifties. I would be considered almost elderly at this point.
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On a side note, We had blood pressure screening at work today as part of safety month. I had mine checked when I first got there. 142 over 72 with a pulse of 70. OUCH!! That is the highest it had ever been. The nurse doing the checking told me that maybe I was just stress from driving to work, and to have it checked again later in the day. About 10:30 I went back, 121 over 71 with a pulse of 63. Now that's more like it.
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Still haven't bought a car. I am still haggling, but the price isn't where I need it to be. I may have to hang onto my truck for a while longer until it is paid down a little more.
Later,
Deej
They show how simple life was, from milking cows to preserving food, from smoking meat to cleaning chickens. La Nina loves it when we go there because she gets to see all of the farm animals. You can just look around and see how peaceful life was.
The brochure for the farm talks about how the farm was meant to be self-sustaining. How everything the family living there needed was provided by the farm. Any extra goods produced were sold of traded in town for "extra" stuff. Maybe a new "store-bought shoes" that were used just for special occasions. Or maybe some new canning jars in case some of the old ones got broken. But everything else was provided by the farm.
On the way home, BH and I were talking. Why do we seem to require so much to make us happy in today's world. I feel depressed if I don't have enough money left out of my allowance (BH and I each set an amount of money we are allowed to spend each week) to buy lunch, and have to brown bag it.
La Nina has a room full of toys, literally. More toys than she can possibly play with, and the kids on this farm had hoops and sticks. I complain if I have to mow the yard, (not really, because I actually like it) and these men plows fields with a team of horses. BH and I complain because we can't afford to take a cruise this summer, and many of these people never went more than 20 miles from home until they were 18 and out on their own.
Maybe it's just me, but as a society, I don't think we are as happy today as they were back then. Times were more peaceful. People didn't complain that their non-fat latte was not frothy enough, and that there biscotti was too hard. There wasn't time. We have turned into a society of whiners and complainers. Myself included.
But then again, they average life span of an man was early fifties. I would be considered almost elderly at this point.
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On a side note, We had blood pressure screening at work today as part of safety month. I had mine checked when I first got there. 142 over 72 with a pulse of 70. OUCH!! That is the highest it had ever been. The nurse doing the checking told me that maybe I was just stress from driving to work, and to have it checked again later in the day. About 10:30 I went back, 121 over 71 with a pulse of 63. Now that's more like it.
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Still haven't bought a car. I am still haggling, but the price isn't where I need it to be. I may have to hang onto my truck for a while longer until it is paid down a little more.
Later,
Deej
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