Rough night


Hello all,
I had a late night last night. I needed to think, and yes, it hurt. Thinking always hurts you know.
I love Fertile Acres Farm, here by Garretson. It’s my home, and my life. We have silly chickens and rabbits. There are raccoons, barn swallows, deer, pheasants, and about a zillion ticks and mosquitos. The garden can’t be beat, and each week, the farm is getting better and better.
However, it’s also a place that has always been “home” for me. No matter where I have been, how far I have strayed, it is home. It will be my home forever.
I follow Mike Rowe on social media. He had an article about ownership. About a worker who claimed the work as his own. The worker was just a man. Yet the ownership is there. The worker talked about “my pipe” “my water” “my job”.
I have a job here at Fertile Acres Farm. I do many things, ranging from critter care to family care. It does not matter that I don’t own the farm. It doesn’t matter that I did not buy most of the critters. It doesn’t matter that the work I do is just work. It’s my work, my job.
Last night, I got a phone call from someone I trust completely. They had bad news to give me. There is not one thing I can do about it. I have to sit back and wait for the outcome. It hurts, watching someone you love succumb to the disease of alcoholism and drug addiction.
Sadly, the only thing I can do is wait.
A long time ago, I learned that alcoholics and addicts end up in jails, institutions, or dead. A long time ago, I learned that there is no cure for alcoholism or drug addiction. I have worked, for years with alcoholics and addicts to help them and myself stay clean and sober.
In this case, I can’t fight my loved one’s disease. I can’t do anything, but wait.
Waiting is hard, but there is hope. Not hope that they get sober, I’m a realist. My hope is that they find peace, and comfort wherever they end up.
That’s all I can do.
Well, my dishes and laundry are waiting for me. I am going to get back to my life.
Thanks for everything,
Louise Ann Benjamin
Louise Ann Benjamin

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