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A City Boy Making His Way in the Country

Living La Vie de Beekman

I love the Beekman Boys.  We are the Beekman Boys. Now, believe me, I don’t steal people’s identities (except for that one time in February 2002), and I live my life carefree of others, but this show is my life (and, obviously, theirs).

For those of you who don’t know…the Beekman Boys are Josh and Brent.  Brent was a high-powered Martha Stewart executive who gave up his job to move to the farm (er, actually, I think he was let-go).  Josh, a high-powered ad executive, has kept his job.  They saw a gorgeous house in up-state New York, bought the property, and started a farm.  Brent lives their full-time, working on farm things and starting their goat milk soap business and branding the Beekman.  Josh kept his job, and lives during the week in New York City, and commutes every weekend to the house.  They complain about money – please!  They have money.

The more interesting topic of the Beekman, and the pervasive under-current, is the contrast between their work.  Brent works on the farm all week, doing chores, maintaining the house, and making everything Martha Stewart perfect.  Josh works late-nights and long hours in his high-pressure, competitive position.  On the weekend, when he “visits,” he wants to relax – it is his second home after all – and he has worked all week.  Brent has other ideas, asking him to pitch-in with the chores.  It’s the eternal fight – the working man wants to relax and the other working man – the one at home – never has a day TO relax and wants some help on the weekends.

Donnie and I, to be honest, face this very same dilemma.  And so do millions of other households.  Sure he works 14 hour days, sleeps little, and is our sole source of a reliable income.  I clean toilets, care for animals, and cook 3 meals a day (for two, so that’s 6).  My job doesn’t end when Saturday comes.  His does…er…sometimes.  And sometimes he works through the weekend.  But so do I!   It’s a battle of wills…who will win?  I admit it, he will.

June Cleaver never complained!  Neither did Olivia Walton or Caroline Ingles.  It is my lot.  It is my life.  And I wouldn’t change it for anything.  I like taking care of things.  Sure, law school was fun, and yes, the job at the White House was amazing, but I think, really, I’m just good at cleaning.  Oh, and decorating and making things fabulous.  And I like taking the dogs out and laying in the field, digging gardens, and painting great colors on stubborn walls.

Life is funny where it takes you.  And gin and tonics are the medium that helps you understand.  I was in the center of power.  And was unhappy.  Now, I clean up chicken droppings and get excited about the barn being built so I can adopt a blind horse (who, according to craigslist, will be put down soon).  And, mostly, I couldn’t be happier.  Sure I’d like to fully unpacked (ahem, contractors), and I would love to live in a house where a puppy doesn’t pee everywhere, but life stills moves on, the improvements continue, and soon, the small lighted Charlie Brown will be in my courtyard after Thanksgiving!

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