It's Friday!!!

The one good thing about living the "town life" is the perks of an 8 to 5 job Monday through Friday.  It's nice to get away from the job and have the weekend for "me" time.  The "me" time consists of cleaning my house, laundry, shopping, and having a good time with my son.  It's funny how you get accustomed to living "in town".  Where I currently live you can say that I live out in the country. I do have to drive on a gravel road to get to my house.  It's funny how "out in the country" can mean so many different meanings.  Where I live I still can be in town in 5 minutes. If I forgot milk or if I don't feel like cooking I can pick something up at a drive thru.  Now that's a different story for most people that live in the Sandhills of Nebraska.  First of all, getting to go to town is AWESOME!  You get to break out your good clothes, actually do your hair and even put on some makeup. When we went to town we always had to make sure that the trip was well worth it.  We always had to pick up parts or take something back.  When we went to Walmart we bought groceries that would last a month.  You always bought stuff in bulk.  I could always go to my Grandma's pantry and it was like shopping in a mini Walmart.  She always had 4 or 5 of everything.  At my Grandma's if you went downstairs she had cases and cases of fruits and vegetables.  Living on a ranch 17 miles from civilization you had to.  She had to be prepared to be snowed in or not having any "me" time to go to the store for a good month.  Also cooking for hired men and grandkids it took a lot of food.  I guess looking back I wonder "did my Grandma ever get any "me" time?"  I mean going to town was a chore in itself.   First she had to make a meal that would keep and be ready for the guys to eat while she was gone.  We had to leave early am so we could have a good day to do all of my Grandad's running around for him.  Than to top off that she always had at least 2 grandkids with her and believe me we were no angels.  I guess the best part of her trip was she had at least one meal that day cooked by someone else.  So my point of all of this is I have it pretty good living the "town life."  My job ends when I leave work.  Yeah I might get a phone call or two from a customer but for the most part my job stops when I leave work.  Being a rancher it's a never ending job.  There is no 8 to 5 Monday through Friday. There is always something on someone that needs fed.