Let's sell all of our belongings and move to a farm where we will grow boysenberries and make preserves. That is a hard life, the preserves-maker. The growing, the picking, the jars.
Or maybe we will run a general store. One day our son will take over. We will sell everything from bags of flour to bolts of fabric and horse feed. We could even have a soda fountain. Sell toys for the holidays, special toys.
I would make clothes with our daughters and the shop would sell hats. You would wear suspenders and have rolled-up sleeves.
We would have an apartment over the store for those nights when we are too overworked and too tired to go home. Our home is a mile out of town. A one story house with a barn behind it. We own three horses. What else do we own? Four cows - no we only need one. Just one for our milk. It's a lot to own your own general store and churn your own butter.
I'm spent.
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