Greetings from 1805
It is day 16 on the trail...The wagon train is slowly making its way over the mountain pass. We came across some nice gentlemen, although I had to stifle a giggle when one introduced himself as "Merriwether." Not a very masculine name for someone in such a rugged occupation as explorer.
Some provisions have gotten low; but Mama, Papa, and the children are making considerable progress toward their goal. At present, Papa is in the midst of his first-ever attempt at home made yogurt. Thanks be that we are allowed to purchase milk. Papa did make a small exception and spent $0.59 on a small container of plain yogurt so we would have the cultures to make our own. Mama has frozen fruit squirreled away, so there is at least a small chance that the little ones will eat the yogurt when it is done 12 hours from now.
As you might imagine, it was a spectacularly simple Valentine's Day for the Brewers. The children were forced to hand make Valentine's greetings for their peers utilizing recycled materials. Mama, being ever in pursuit of creating items worthy of Pinterest, fancied up the Valentines a bit with some scrapbook paper and a stapler.
While Valentine's Day has never been excessively celebrated between Mama and Papa, the fact that no gifts could be purchased caused Rob to deliver to his wife the most thoughtful and perfect Valentine of her life. It will certainly be saved amid the mementos of 2014.
Papa only spent less than a dollar on yogurt, but Mama "cheated" a bit more heartily by making a $10 donation to a friend's kid's fundraiser. The timeframe for contributions didn't allow for procrastination until March.
Life on the trail has been busy and hectic, which has likely provided plenty of distraction from not being able to make purchases. It's been fun to head up to the craft room and see what is to be found when things come up such as birthday parties. Yesterday we created a "fort building kit" for a six-year-old birthday, completely comprised of things we already had around the house (a repurposed drawstring bag, two twin sheets, clothesline, bungee cords, clothes pins).
We're more than halfway to our goal, and so far we've braved the challenge quite well. We'll see how things go over the next two weeks as our supplies begin to dwindle. (Full disclosure: I brought up the soup that Rob bought on huge sale something like a year ago, and we could probably survive on tomato and chicken noodle for the rest of the month if we really had to.) We had a lot of bread in the freezer, so haven't had to make our own yet, but I suspect that's coming down the pike soon-ish.
We're like pioneers, yo. (No, no we're not.)