Laura Zoeller

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Laura Zoeller is a farm wife and mother who has been blessed with a wonderful and funny - life.
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Oct 2017

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Plenty of water, and plenty of mud, too

Plenty of water, and plenty of mud, too

I mentioned a few weeks ago how our spring had stopped flowing, how I was required to utilize the facilities of our local laundry establishment and how we had taken water conservation to a whole new level.

I shut off spigots while my children were brushing their teeth. I stopped running water when dishes were being washed. I timed showers and threatened to shut off the pump in mid-lather. They gave me attitude, eye rolls and heavy sighs in return.

I didn’t care, because every extra drop that went down the drain was a drop that didn’t get to be used for cooking, making coffee or wiping counters off. (It was an interesting thing to discover about myself that I’d choose to give up nearly anything before I’d live without access to clean, running water.)

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Oct 2017

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Frosted over frost

Frosted over frost

I awoke one morning this past weekend to my husband crying out “NO!” from downstairs.

This is not a normal thing to have occur for two reasons. First and foremost, he is rarely up before me. Though he is an early riser, I am usually up for some measure of time before him in order to have coffee at least brewing before I have to speak to anyone. Second, he is typically pretty quiet first thing, as he is mentally preparing for his day ahead.

Therefore, I knew that this “thing” had to be traumatic. I knew that there had to have been something catastrophic happen for him to be upset so early. In the millisecond before I reacted, I couldn’t fathom what it could have been.

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Sep 2017

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Who can resist the power of ‘meow’?

Who can resist the power of ‘meow’?

We heard the noise for the first time a few weeks ago, a soft mewing sound coming from the warehouse at work. We knew there had been a cat in and out of the back sometimes, but didn’t know she had been pregnant. But alas, she was, and she birthed her litter of kittens somewhere behind a pallet of supplies.

As the weeks passed, fewer mews were heard, and we wondered if the mama had moved the kittens elsewhere. Still, a few little meows were heard, so an alternative possibility also had to be considered: that some of the babies hadn’t survived.

Over the weeks, the guys working out back watched for the noise to become visible, and last week it did. One lone kitten showed its fuzzy little head out from between two pallets of shavings. A tiny black kitten with just a sprinkling of white on its underside, it was small enough to fit in one hand.

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Sep 2017

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I’m an old lady

Discovering a sad truth: I’m an old lady

I have discovered a sad truth about myself: I have gotten old. Sometime in the years since I left college, the transformation happened where I no longer understand college-aged kids. Maybe I never did.

I had my oldest daughter the same month I finished my freshman finals, and from there on out I worked two and three jobs while maintaining my full courseload of classes.

I made few friends on campus because I could never go to anything after school. I attended few events that weren’t mandatory because child care was hard to come by. And I never lived on campus because bringing a child to live in the dorms was frowned upon more than bringing a pet.

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