Village Week 6- Such is the Life of a Homesteader

Village last week began with an all school trip to the land. In the time since we had last visited, there have been some serious rains; fences were down, temporary shelters were in an absolute shambles and many a Peep lay in a bedraggled heap, hair all askew and intertwined with leaves, twigs and other detritus of the land...homesteading can sure be hard on one's coiffure! But the weather was fine and in no time at all the most serious of damages were repaired and many features, personal and otherwise, were even improved upon.

Homesteaders continue to work on plans for nurturing and developing their land, determining the best place for gardens, barns, wells and the like. The work of designing Peep houses is well under way - some Homesteaders have moved from the artists sketch to the blueprint and cost estimate stage, which generally leads directly to reworking ones original design, (houses are just so expensive!) while others are making cardboard models of their Dream Homes.

Homesteaders who had undertaken research missions last week returned to share with us the results of their findings. We heard reports on Ancient Egyptian culture, cuisine, customs, resources, weather, living conditions and the like, all of which assists us in establishing our own authentic Village.

In the midst of it all is the clamoring for jobs, "When will the Bank/ Trading Post Managers be

hired ?"...And what about the Town Crier? The Secretary? The Accountant? When will I get my  bank loan???"

The answer, as always, is, "when you have completed your paperwork!"

"UGH", they say, applying themselves, once again, to resume's, Peep biographies and house plans.

Such is the life of a Homesteader. (Ms. Cheryl)

This week in Village it was mandated that those pesky orange flags must come down in favor of a more natural way to designate our property boundaries.  Villagers were seen conscientiously pillaging the land for materials that might alert passersby that the land they had seized in the gentle land rush was indeed taken.  Well, that’s what the red flags said.  Braided straw, green sand mixtures, sticks and stones were placed to say something different altogether.  Welcome!

In the absence of our fearless moderator no formal meetings took place; still the Village did not crumble into chaos.  The Village saw some housing estimates come to completion, interviews for Village Accountant commence, and the position of Town Crier was posted.

A number of students presented their reports on the critical information of our time in Egypt . When does the Nile flood? (October) What medical treatments were available in ancient Egypt ?  (Brain surgery and herbs, apparently.)  What gods and holidays might we be observing?  And, what up with the Sphinx? 

This week we wished one of our mistresses of the Post Office a fond farewell, and welcomed new Villager Grace to the fold.  (Ms. Carey)