A girl in Man clothes.......

I am still trying to find my legs, here. Race is gone. It all happened so fast. My mind is still just swimming trying to grasp some sort of normalcy(that's a word, right?), some sense of routine, and perhaps.....just perhaps...a GOAL or two. But right now it's just a bunch of mixed up ideas floating around in my head.
The weather here has not gotten above 29 in days and the nights are in the teens, so that brings it's own challenges and worries when one lives out in the country.
Each morning, I have to bundle up, and head out across the yard, to dump out random, solid blocks of ice from the animals' water containers, and refill them. This is very unenviable work anyway, but it proves to be humiliating when I glimpse myself in the mirror upon returning BACK into the house. I am dressed like a butch lesbian. Baggy Army sweats, rubber knee boots, huge down parka....Oh Make it stop. If I hope to actually succeed in my dream to be able to raise my own food while simutaneously keeping an eye toward the world of fashion...........I'm going to have to do better than this. But it's Coooooold, man. Which begs the question, "Are women of the, ahem, manly-persuasion, warmer than the rest of us?" You gotta admit, it's something to think about.
And of course, I am eyeballing warily all of our major appliances, the car and of course the motherload electrical power, to see which one of them will break down. It's like clockwork: 1. husband leaves...2.One of life's major modern conveniences tries to give up the ghost. (Personally I hope it's the stove or the fridge)
I'll get it all figured out before too long. But for now I'm going to go and lay out some warm, non-lesbian-looking apparel for in the morning.

Cheers!
Melissa