Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a place where women could be free of domestic violence and threats?
I’m talking like a compound where women live together and take care of one another.
I think I was meant to live in the era where women staying home doing “housework” was fine. It was acceptable. It was not looked down on.
I don’t have anything against women wanting a career. Absolutely not. My daughters have spread their wings and I honor them as they fly over the horizon.
The Women Who Stay Home & Raise Children Don’t Get Benefits:
Staying home and raising children sure doesn’t help you when it comes time to retire. They don’t give you points for being a mother. Or put away money into social security so you can get benefits after a certain age.
Nope, doesn’t happen for mothers.
I’ve always been a homebody, gardening and decorating my home, wherever it might be. I’m not as good of a cook as I once was when I regularly made meals for my kids.
So far I have not conquered a pie crust. But I can make a frothy meringue browned just at the tips that would make your mouth water.
Nothing Wrong With Being An Old Maid:
I guess in the olden days, I would have been an old maid. Because if I had it to do over, I never would have married.
The rules have always been different for women. They have to work twice as hard to get where a man is.
I think we could adopt a phrase that would elevate women who stayed home to raises children to another level. A career woman could be a homemaker. Is that such a stretch? I’m a career homemaker.
Is Blogging A Career:
I suppose the only “career” I’ve ever had is being a blogger. If that is considered a career. I work at home, keep the home fires burning.
What do I tend to write about? How to decorate your home and garden. Things a woman at home does anyway.
I love to garden, to commune with nature. To take care of pets and decorate my home.
Living The Good Life Out In The Country:
If I lived out in the country, where I really yearn to be, I’d have a bunch of chickens following me all over the yard.
I’d have eggs from those chickens. I might even have a goat and a donkey. And of course I’d have dogs and cats roaming around.
Let’s add sheep to the list. I like the softness of sheep. They have a certain genteel look to them.
A Loom & A Quilting Frame:
If I had sheep I would get a loom. Add to that a big quilting frame.
Sitting off to one corner, where you could sew a few stitches when you had the time. It would be under a big window that puts out lots of light.
Then I might learn to can. It’s back in vogue. For women who are thrifty and don’t want their families exposed to preservatives.
I grew up on canned food and vegetables and berries from the garden, thanks to my two grandmothers.
I’d lead a simple life. I’d write, of course. Because from the time I could hold a pencil and do my ABC’s, I’ve been writing something or other.
Maybe I’d have a newspaper column where I shared thrifty tips and home life with a bunch of women. And chickens, a goat, a donkey, and some sheep. Cats and dogs that would meander around the property and loll about in the house.
And let’s add rabbits to that list. Rabbits are definitely cute and cuddly looking.
While I’m being so lofty, how about raising llamas? One of those things coming at you might run off bad sorts (abusive men) that are up to no good.
I can just envision a man creeping onto our land, only to be chased by a llama. I think he’d probably consider leaving at that point and causing no trouble.
Old-Fashioned Appliances & Heating:
I’d have an old-fashioned stove to heat the simple house, which would be one big room.
Since I would probably be poor, I might even have a tin roof. I like to listen to the rain pounding down on tin. I’ve always found the sound soothing.
With that big piece of land I’d be happy to doll out little plots to other women. If a woman was abused at home, she could come live on the land and we’d build her her own little house.
A Big Locked Gate For Trespassers:
There would be a big locked gate. And if a fool man messed with us, I’d get my shotgun. I’d shoot a warning shot up in the air till he had the good sense to move on.
There probably wouldn’t be a need to call the sheriff in. By the time they come to the aid of a woman, it’s often too late. If he crossed the bounds of decency and raised a hand to her, I guess I’d just have to shoot him.
And if he got within six feet of her with his hand raised or a weapon pointed at her, I guess he’d be down for the count.
Law Enforcement Is Often Too Late:
There would be no need to bother with anyone. If the sheriff wanted to waste the town’s money to bury him, so be it.
If not, we’d have our own little cemetery way out past the pasture.
Wouldn’t that be fitting for a mean son of a bitch who battered his wife? I figure he wouldn’t deserve an expensive burial. But we would build a plain wooden box to seal him up in for all eternity.
For wood, we’d go to town and gather up those pallets that are popular. We’d take them apart and build a coffin.
That’s one DIY project I haven’t seen made with pallet wood yet, now that I think about it.
Using Wood Pallets:
One by one the little plots of land would fill up. We’d barter with our skills. Maybe a woman could tat like nobody’s business, or fix a car or chop wood.
Whatever her expertise happened to be, she could utilize it into making a decent living. With all of us around to support her.
We’d have our own female commune. No men allowed. This wouldn’t be for married folk. Just single women. Whether by being widowed, or being left, or being someone’s punching bag.
We’d have an old-fashioned house raising (think barn raising). And we’d all build it together.
If we didn’t have the skills involved, we might have to call on Pretty Handy Girl.
I figure she could probably build a decent house. And she could bring all her fellow do-it-yourselfers to help out. And teach us how to use those big powerful tools she carries around.
We’d have a big garden right in the middle. And the little shotgun houses would be on the perimeter and circle all the way around it. We’d can food and stockpile it for winter.
There would be no need for granite countertops and high falutin stainless steel refrigerators. Those would be saved for CAREER WOMEN who lived in big condos in the city.
We’d learn to raise our wings and fly together.
That’s what I think it would take to narrow the numbers on domestic violence. This simple life out in the country where men weren’t welcome.
An abusive man is just a coward, and cowards are too proud to bring men friends with them. So he’d have quite a time of it going against a whole bunch of women who stood together and protected their own.
With shotguns in hand and grim looks on their faces. And a big stack of pallets just waiting to be turned into coffins.
Because there’s safety in numbers. Women need to unite together and stop this hiding because they’re ashamed. They have nothing to be ashamed of.
In our little commune, we’d practice pride. Pride should be considered a skill in life. Because I think a lot of women don’t know how to practice pride.
Or it’s been beaten out of them.
Learning To Be Proud:
This piece of land would be a place where women learn how to be proud. How to stand up and lift her chin and be heard.
There would be no judgment rendered for her mistakes in life. Because if you haven’t made mistakes, you can’t be breathing. It’s as simple as that.
We’d take care of our own.
Now if anybody has a big piece of land she wants to donate, we could just move on to drawing out little plots and piling up wooden pallets from town.