If you’ve read Living Large for a while, you know that I’m all about natural solutions if at all possible.
Last year, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure and I was put on a beta blocker to help. I’m grateful for modern medicine, my father died of a sudden heart attack at 58 and I sure do not want to follow in his footsteps.
However, with every medication there is to help our symptoms, the medicine sometimes creates more unwanted side effects.
For me, it was a lack of energy, digestion problems and the inability to lose weight, although I have been on a very healthy vegan diet for over a year.
Enter apple cider vinegar.
I wrote “Life is a Journey” before my break in January not knowing we too, were unconsciously entering a psychological change in our own lives.
As I’ve written more than once, this winter was a little brutal on us here at Our Little House, not just with the cold, ice and snow or the multiple sprangs of wrists and ankles or bruised elbows and tailbones from falling in said conditions (because dogs still have to do their business and work has to be done no matter the weather).
Last year, we missed a lot of happenings with our loved ones back in our hometown. We try to make it back for as many landmark birthdays, anniversaries, showers and weddings as possible, but sometimes we can’t make them all.
Add in a good friend who had a heart attack last year, another who had to get a pace maker, the loss of Dale’s mother (while we made several trips to KC to be with her in her last weeks, we were not there when she actually passed, something I think my husband regrets), the death of a former neighbor, my godfather, a couple of former classmates and the arrival of the decade of my 50s and we have the making of a mid-life crisis.
Thanks to all of you who have been patiently waiting and watching for more posts here at Living Large.
I didn’t intend on taking such a long break, but my favorite saying since moving to Our Little House has been, “Life is something that happens while you’re busy making other plans.”
It was a long, cold winter here, as it was in much of the country. It was the roughest winter we’ve had since we moved here.
I’ll be posting more about that on Friday.
In the meantime, I’ve watched with interest (and sometimes shock) to the reactions to the story of Charlotte and Eric Kaufman, the sailing family that last week had to be rescued from their foundering sailboat, the Rebel Heart.
(If you haven’t heard the story, catch up here)
The winds have literally been whipping over the plains and down to our Ozark Mountains in the past week, so I guess it’s appropriate that the figurative winds of change are also blowing on our mountain.
Expected changes are afoot, such as the light lingering longer before falling to shadows in the evening, but there are also some other changes in our little corner of the world.
Our neighbors put their house on the market a couple of months ago. When they told us beforehand, it was a quite unexpected move since they had been working on their Dream House for the past decade and expected to retire there.
They had looked for land for some time, as many do, after vacationing here and began building their home about ¾ of a mile down the road shortly after we finished construction on Our Little House.
Since we were all “weekenders” we had little interaction with them until we moved here nearly seven years ago.
The biggest thing we had in common was our hometown, we all moved here from Kansas City. It was good for us to have someone near us who understood the culture we had lived in all of our lives.
After we moved here, we enjoyed dinners at each other’s homes, including many holidays. I went down to let their dogs run when they wanted to take day trips, Rae taught me to can and we shopped in town together, particularly when my Baby Blazer was parked after my crash.