Erm, is this thing on?

I have no idea why I am doing this. A compulsion, perhaps. An attempt to make something so.

Nest Egg Farm does not exist -- at least not yet! For now, it is a state of mind. My goal is to make it a real, live place. But I think it will take us a minimum of three years to get there. So I've decided to put the power of positive thinking to work for me and start imagining how I want it, and what it will be.

Here's the goal:

My husband and I live in North Central Massachusetts, which is fine, but not ideal for us. He travels to his job in Cambridge every day, and the commute is a real slog. The ideal would be both of us working from home so that we will have more time to play and more control over how we live our lives. The ideal location will be Vermont. We have narrowed down our goal to either the Middlebury area, or Stowe. We are going to build an energy-efficient straw-bale home, practice the whole permaculture thing, get as off-the-grid as possible without sacrificing our internet connection and be close enough to a grocery store, schools and public library to not be slaves to our car. I want to convert a Diesel to a grease car, but a lot of things need to fall into place first.

The main characters:

Jens -- my hubby of nearly five years. Graphic designer with a cracked sense of humor and a devastating smile, but still needs to learn to hit the hamper or the washing machine, and NOT the floor in between.

Anneke -- our nearly three-year old daughter who is a pistol and-a-half! Plenty more to come about her.

"Baby Finkle" -- the bub in my belly who has been preventing any kind of quality sleep of late. Due to arrive at the end of September/beginning of October. Its name and details to be updated at that time.

Kenzie -- our spastic, allergic, hermetic Shiba Inu. She is unfit for company most of the time, but we love her! She's an ideal hiking companion, which is how she ended up in our lives in the first place.

Me -- neurotic, compulsive cleaner. Neophyte knitter. Inveterate tea drinker. In touch with my inner pitbull. Oh -- I'm a writer/editor/proofreader by profession. How it is I'm only starting a blog now is beyond me.

That is about it for now. Must go hit the shower and get my day going. Gotta get the offspring out of the house and run her ragged, as it poured rain here yesterday, and we were cooped up for far too long.