Simple Living?

For some time now I have entertained the idea of simple living. I have come across some literature that has helped me to open my eyes to maybe help me define exactly what or how simple I want to live.
I have borrowed the entire season of Frontier House, which is six hours in its entirety, and soaked up all I could. Minus the drama. I have also read a few magazines called backwoods living, which is all about you guessed it, living in the back woods. These mediums both have quite a few ideas and helps for someone to drop off the grid. I mean off. the. grid.

Now neither of these have anything to do with the Desert. I use capital "D" because it deserves some serious respect. The temperates, the dryness, the pets, (haha) The ever present lack of water. No one has written many of articles about it.
Can it be done? Sure.

Brings me back around to how simple do I wanna get?

Lets make a list;
Electricity? Check.
Water? Sure, dig a well.
Sewer? Should dig at the same time as the well.
Whats left?
Shelter?
Land to do this on?
For some reason it doesn't seem so simple any longer. Add some ornery chickens, a couple milk goats and for good measure why not a huge garden?

Ah, enough day dreaming. I just need to go fold my laundry!

Olivia loves chicken!

Ike boy was not impressed!

By the way, that was water on her shirt from giving the chicks water. She was a great helper. It was really cool to see her holding them. She couldn't stay away.

In an effort to post something here I cannot fathom what to write. I have typed many sentences already and I have deleted them.

This is a problem I have, I am not articulate. Use your words, Steve says to me often.

Having no Internet is sort of a freedom, not being able to fulfill the sort of instant gratification of knowledge. What I mean is, I cannot just look up how to make a recipe, I have to look in my existing cookbooks for one.

I cannot look and see what any one is doing on line, or what their life is like. I have to focus on my life.

Mine...

So, what have I been doing?

Sewing an elephant for a dear one, and running out of thread. Oh, well, finding the thread unwound and waisted. I still need to attach ears and tail.......

Cooking beans, roasts, and making up great interesting things to do with leftovers....

Getting to bed at a somewhat decent hour, ah, well, uh... never mind about that one....

I have been balancing my checkbook the old fashioned way. By the way, when you speak to your banker about why balances don't match and your banker has no idea how to use a registry, its time to find another bank. He had the nerve to tell me he had no idea how to do this and why didn't I just let the bank keep track for me!! I quietly told him in return that it was my money and my dear husband worked too hard for me not to mind it myself. Poo to them.

I also have been trying to think of ways to make my neighbors life better. I guess offering to rub a gals feet after a hard day is not that common.

Ill leave you with this;

Coming into the bathroom after Ian had used it.
I see the paper roll empty.

me: "Ian, how much paper did you use?!"
Ian: "Two scoops!"

Why does it feel like midnight!? Its only six thirty. . .

Ian says ' Isaac's breath smells like yogurt cheese!' I love the nursing babys breath!

Ian says after burying his head in clean sheets, "i smell something good, it smells like sea weed!"