Getting Back to Life and Appreciating the Little Things
My uncle Ronnie works from like 5 in the morning until 7 at night. My cousin Bryan does the same, but sometimes until 11pm. Those types of hours really take a toll on a person.
My uncle Ronnie lives 3 doors down from where I am staying and he’s really let the farm go. The barn is falling down, he barely keeps any animals anymore, he doesn’t plant anymore. All he does is work ridiculous hours at a job he hates, and it’s been sucking the life out of him.
When my father and I got evicted and moved in with my aunt, my uncle said we could keep some critters down at his place until we got our own. We let our pigeons loose down there, we keep our turkeys, peacocks and a few rabbits down there.
My dad and I were talking about it over breakfast this morning, and apparently my uncle is tickled at having all these animals around again. So much that he even took it upon himself to feed them all for us this past Sunday. He’s even started talking about getting some turkey’s again or something, and my dad said he could tell that a spark was lightning up again in my uncle. I think he really wants to enjoy his farm again, and I’d like to help him as best I can.
He loves having family over, so I want to visit more. He’s an amazing carpenter and has tons of equipment in one of his sheds for it, though he doesn’t do it anymore. I’d like to get him to teach me.
I just feel like a new breath has risen in him and I think it is really good for him. I hope he can find a different job that he can deal with and still have time to be the farmer that’s in him and in all of my family. It’s just so sad to lose yourself like that, but I’m very glad that my father and I can help.
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