Haunted Mirror

I'm surprised by the kinds of people who get to talking with my boss about her farm and eventually say something about wanting to get back to sustainable living. That they're doing something about it, working on their life skills.

I know that around here is actually kind of a hotbed of this sort of commitment, but I evaluate covers, I admit it. Often the contents surprise me. Not because I want to limit them, but because they vary from my expectations.
It is kind of funny to know that my family is so low-brow looking, with the farm we have: baling wire lying around, rusted, no less; last week's butchering's telltale feathers floating about, the brown-painted outbuildings looking just as shabby as when we moved in. Four cars, only one of which looks like decent and is currently out of commission.

It kind of bothers me. But I'm not the one out there working it. So the fact that I don't take  up the slack on neatening makes it really my own responsibility.

I'm tired right now, so I feel doubly like some major acknowledgement of shabby laziness in the family enterprise. I won't because I can't say objectively right now. I wish I cared more practically instead of absorbing it all theoretically. I seem to be a disseminator of knowledge, though. And ownership means a lot to me.

Which is the point of family enterprise.

I think I'm too old to not have my own personal enterprise now. Too bad I've latched onto writing fiction, FANTASY fiction, at that, to be the enterprise I pour heart and soul into.