Enough said.

I’m enjoying getting to know you, albeit superficially, via your early posts. You’re much crankier and sweeter than you appear to be in your recent writings. Maybe the years have taught you lessons.

And then this:
35. The older I get the less I like to read James Joyce (who I once loved) and the less impressed I am by Molly Bloom.

Crikey! Not even Molly’s soliloquy? I can’t imagine not loving Joyce until the day I die.

There is a touch of the Hemmingways about this point: 52. I wrote forty pages this past week – and deleted 24 of them.

But I totally understand it.

73. In part, I homestead because no one seems to really believe it is possible to reduce one’s consumption to a fair share of the earth’s resources. I have not yet fully succeeded, but I believe it is possible, and that someone has to do it.

At the time you wrote this, I was a (ack!) moderator on the American site, Frugal Village. Women there always believed there was a difference between homesteading and simple living, but their main emphasis was on saving money on one thing so they could spend it on another. They thought homesteading was the practice of simplicity, while “simple living” was the philosophical expression of it (although they never expressed it in those terms). I think it’s all one thing. What are your thoughts on this now, four years later?

Overall, this post portrays you as a lovable, sweet, scary and scared, contagious nutter. I really enjoyed it.