Until the irrigation water is shut off (October 18th), I'm operating in "survival mode."
Before I married a farmer I had no idea that there was any such thing as an irrigation district, and that they decide when and how much water farmers can have. In our district, farmers are only allowed to have water on their crops from April to October.
Thank the good Lord! If it were any longer I don't know if I could do it. When the water goes off, by and large, the farmer's work hours are greatly shortened.
My own darling farmer is gone before I wake up and often comes home after I go to sleep. Yes, he calls me often during the day to check in and say "hi," but sometimes a whole week goes by where I only see him an hour or two combined from Monday through Saturday. Sometimes I bring him dinner in the field, but it's just to see him for a few minutes before he has to get back to work.
Just 11 more days. I can do it. Just 11 more days, and then I'll have my husband back.
1. Am using the long hours of the afternoons to write Our Love Story. This is actually very helpful to ward off loneliness.
2. I tend not to cook for just myself, and live off of cereal or whatever is in the fridge. It's just no fun to cook without someone else to enjoy it. But last night I made some homemade corn tortillas and chipotle pork. Yes, it would've tasted better with my husband there, but I think this is progress.
3. Last night when the walls were particularly suffocating, I prayed a Rosary for my husband (and for military wives). Our Lady is so dear, and she's excellent company.
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