Tomorrow morning I go in for surgery on my arm. I am very nervous. I am sure it will go fine as these things usually do, but who am I kidding, statistics don’t make anyone feel better. I am definitely ready to feel better. Chances are with this surgery that as soon as the plate and screws are put in that my arm will feel pretty much instantaneously better. If I could cross my fingers I would.
It has been very difficult this past two weeks since I haven’t been able to do any work. You certainly learn the value of help once you can’t do it all yourself. One of the (if not The) best worker we have ever had has just left for graduate school.
Another worker has broken his own arm.
My sister and brother-in-law have moved off the farm. Pretty much it is just my mom and I running the place. Now it is my poor mom feeding the animals every day and she just getting over a major car accident. On top of it all the school semester is starting and my mom teaches full-time and I teach part time. Yikes!
Thank God for family and neighbors. My grandmom is staying with us from San Diego to help look after me and our wonderful fantastic neighbors are helping to get all the work done. This coming week they will be feeding and milking every day for us. I don’t know what we would do without them.
Southern Californians are infamous for not knowing their neighbors let alone having any type of relationship with them. Everywhere else we have lived in California we have not really known our neighbors. I never really thought it was that big of a deal until we moved here to Lucerne Valley. Now I know what having good neighbors is like and I would hate to live in the anonymous city again where your neighbor lives only 5 feet away but you know nothing about them.
Here, our neighbors may be a mile away or more, but we can go to our neighbors for butter or trust them to babysit our children or depend on them to feed our animals. I can call my neighbor up at the drop of a hat to borrow her husband to move something heavy. She can call me up at anytime of the night for help with a goat giving birth.
Lucerne Valley has the reputation of being filled with people who moved there to get away from everybody else. People who are antisocial and don’t want to interact with others. That is true to some degree. But more I find that the people of Lucerne Valley are willing to help each other out and there is more sense of community here than anywhere I have lived in California.
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