Pioneer Woman Reject, Part I

I have always said that I would never have made a good pioneer woman. There are many reasons for this. While I feel like I am a fairly independent and self-sufficient woman, there are "things" I depend upon for surviving my simple lifestyle. However, those things may not actually be perseverance, determination, and good old fashioned grit.
Instead of "perseverance", it may be more of what I call duty. We have made commitments which we will honor. Those commitments in turn bring a schedule, which brings activity. It isn't so much that I am resolved or "determined" to complete everything on our calendar because these activities will be of historical consequence. We just do them, because we said we would. These activities will not advance our great country in any manner such as preserving a people or rights or liberty. They are not even crucial to our family's survival--they are simply just for fun.
In fact, in the past week I would have personally cancelled every activity that was on our calendar if possible. If you live in Missouri you know that the weather in the past few weeks has been fluctuating between sunny and 70's and snowy or rainy, windy, and low 30's almost on a daily basis. Now realize that the activities on our family's calendar are held outdoors. I suppose you can guess which days were the snowy, windy and /or freezing days. Absolutely correct. . . the days we were scheduled for some type of outdoor activity. Of the four days of baseball and three nights of track meets, I will say that two days of baseball were cancelled for the snow and two nights of track meets were postponed due to low temps and rain. Although it was not technically the 32 degrees kind of freezing, I hardly had the "grit" to tolerate the nights that activities were still held.
The only "grit" I had was at Rachel's softball games yesterday that covered me from head to toe, including my teeth. Yesterday had looked like the most promising day to have some fun outside because the weather called for upper sixties. I didn't recall the part of the forecast that called for
gusty winds and that the sixties would be later in the day. When we arrived at the ball field early Saturday morning we found it located in a plains area with no trees, buildings or any type of windbreak for that matter. It was quite chilly and very windy. Our girls had the dugout in which they and their fans were facing into the wind. It wasn't long before there was a layer of silt in the bottom of my glass of water and Rachel's nacho cheese looked as if it had been peppered.
It was there that I had the conversation with my mother about how I wouldn't have made a good pioneer woman. I had the same conversation with my mother-in-law at a baseball game Tuesday. I also had the conversation with some of my friends at a track meet on Monday. In each of the conversations the topic of the wind was broached. We all agreed that the continual wind would driven each of us crazy.
Besides the wind driving me crazy and the lack of perseverance, determination and grit, there are other several other factors which would have kept me from being a successful pioneer woman. (By successful I mean staying alive or the ability to keep a husband.) Those items discussed with my family and friends will appear in another blog. Don't expect to read that in the next day or so because we are scheduled for outdoor activities for the next two nights and the weather is supposed to be nasty. Obviously, that means we'll be busy!