Ho Hum Day

Spent good part of day baring bike frames. Of all the parts I’ve got mike has come up with a better idea for my jack shaft. I think I’ve got the way figured out for crankshaft/jack-shaft connections. It’ll take some imaginative laying out the jigs to take a the pedal-crankshafts to a grinder for some close machining. Coming up one crankshaft short I could not believe my luck when I look to my left coming out of Bro’s hay-yard headed for the farmyard. Out there I could see parts of one or two bike frames. Checking one of them appeared to have decently working ten speed crankshaft. I’d have danced if it were for the slipping a sliding on he weather covering the scene in snows.
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I didn’t take any effort upon my part to mess up today’s dinner. I had neglected to set the stew out in the wood shed’s cold. If we’d used the pot I wanted to use, I wouldn’t have missed it. Frieda and her hidden crook-pot isn’t any help to my crack-potted missing seeing something what ain’t out in full view. Today’s chicken and noodles is cooking on the woodstove. I van see it, smell it from here.
So, anyway, the barn cats faired better than I dining on my beef stew. What saddens me is my being denied turning yesterday’s efforts into a hobo stew. Oh well, cats got to eat also.
Cows off their feed in this 36* heat wave I didn’t feed them tonite. To make it up I’ve got to be out early and see them fed before taking Frieda to Clio town for her PT.
The parts purchases of the other day I may return some of them possibly making one exchange or perhaps one temporarily additional purchase.
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Had this WoolyBear walk over our deck today. Closed mouth it didn’t reveal any credible information as to what its immediate or spring time plans might be.

BGKC.
Fernan

Sunday's Expectations

It’s was going to be a mixed up day. In my heart I was anxious to see my grand daughter. My mind was divided in two. One way I was anxious to see my gr-daughter’s art work while the other way I wanted finish striping down the remaining bicycle. Then laying them for welding together all a-new.
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C-c-c-c-c-cold I didn‘t want to emerge from my blanketed cocoon. But I new it’d no good to remain within it. I knew no matter how long a kept myself wrapped up in it I wasn’t coming out and younger nor the house any warmer if didn’t inevitably rebuild the woodstove’s heart of fire. So, this old man reached out the front door for an ash bucket standing by for just such callings. My bucket at hand a chair sitting in front the stove I commenced to remove all the ashes this trip. A complete clean out this time. Everything from all the corners whatever covering every brick I had decided it had to go. Besides the ashes were near cold, all the coals burned. I even swept up the bark and such up from the floor. Silly remark. I could scarcely sweep the wood chips and bark off the ceiling. What the hey. They’s also make good fire startin’ tinder. Besides from where I was sitting it was cool while I restarted the fire a-new.
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Within my domestic duties the laundry has lessened something dramatically. When next I tread my way down-down into the dungeons below there is but one barnyard tuxedo I had left to the enslaved mechanical mistress to wash for me. Oh, and I had already been down there once checking on the slaves remanded duties my having to turn the drying of it in another. The Master of my castle having supervise the charges in my care my tux should be cleaned enough for some fine tuning mending. There seems to be rather difficult flap on the backside two many people are wanting for my explanation.
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Gonna talk booze for a moment:
I happen to like bottle of booze in the house for medicinal purposes. It used to be when I were a drinking man I like my bourbon. Back then the stuff to strong for the kids I had switched off onto 80 proof Southern Comfort. Well for some reason there’s been a serious case of evaporation around here, and I ain’t been the one either sampling or keeping tract the goods. So this time having an idea that the two legged trouble was, I looked for and brought home a sealed full bottle of brandy. Medicinal problem solved. So what should be brought up next.
This morning somebody other than me, wants to know what’s happened to (mentioning no names) her brandy? Somebody’s accused me of tipping away her spirits. Her spirits? They were my spirits when I carried the bottle in. Isn’t it odd how things happen to change all the time so unnoticed?
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Up for sometime I’d already still checked my options, I thought I’d want-a slip over to mike’s for a while. All day even if it worked out? Only expected option to show up would be the arrival of grand kids. The big pot of stew what we had started out a boiled dinner is smelling mighty good. My present problem is my hold out not absconding with a dipper full to test the concoction before more troops arrived.
Alas I made my way over to Mike’s taking the last bicycle apart looking over the number of goods to work with the but for the last bike so unfairly different from the other three it were best to give it up for either junk or if I were lucky, put it back together again for another day’s ride. One more bicycle standing outside the hen house where I had left I retrieved it. Amongst the rest of the accumulated bikes it was a close match for one of them. When I should have it stripped down I’ll have two pair to work with. Somewhere in here Handy called me for a couple personal needs. A prescription for his mother and some pipe fittings for fixing an either clogged or frozen cold water pipe. So I picked up my project and put mikes tools away I had been using. While I was gone I had also stopped by home fore lunch on my way back. A couple more hours gone by, Bro’ calls me, for my standing by assistance should he get his skidsteer stuck again. While I made headway and while it had been hampered by two gentlemen it wasn’t all that bad a day. And to have it known the grandkids had called and postponed their drive to grandma’s house for two weeks unaccount of weather. That’s alright with me (us) rather having them safe than in trouble traveling with two babies stuck somewhere in this weather.
The stew? It was delicious. I ate so much I’m going to throw some more stuff into it tomorrow keeping this hobo stew going for a couple more days. (yum) BKC.
Fernan

Get heat

I slept all night without a single stir I’m aware of. Waking the house was chilly for I hadn’t kept up the woodstove’s ferocious appetite. When Frieda got up she walked out her room and demanded I get this house warmed up…… I didn’t do nothing to cause it. But, then, perhaps there’s a problem with my analogy?
I stirred up the coals laid in some wood in my customary cribbed fashion over those coals. What? Wood to cold? What the? I kicked on the furnace and it seems to rebel also. Oh, it’s working. Just short on giving out with enough quick heat. Had thought about plugging the milk house heater in the hall outside the indoor privy. Yeah, privy, it feels as cold in there as I remembered it in the privy down on the farm. (brrr)
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Yes, I’ve written a book. A literary master piece. I had lots of unsolicited help. I must say it started with a beautiful neighbor Lady’s children's comments. And, then there were all the children I’ve met, who’ve spoken, “I know who you are!” or You’re Santa Clause!” or “Look Mommy!” All of them thinking they knew me. I was compelled to hunker down and speak with them, my saying, “Have you been a good girl (or boy)? I hope you haven’t been playing near the road!” and “Of course, you mind your mother!” “And, you brush your teeth before going to bed!”
All these children, be they beside the road out for a walk with their mother or accompanying their mother on a shopping trip, they all inspired me. In a way each of them furnished me with the details.
It had been several months passing and I read a challenge in a local paper to write a seasonal Holiday story. I remembered all the fun I had conversing with all so many children I had stooped to speak with. Then stand up, and slip in a wink at their beautiful young mother’s. My mind remembering; filled with so many details, with the children’s unknown help, I sat down and had written and edited a prize winning story. The story published it was gratifying so many people knowing me and total strangers waved at me recognizing me from my newspaper picture. I was a celebrity for a time. Such fun. Anyway this is the story behind the story that had originally started one fine June day my driving an Oliver tractor hauling three wagon loads hay down the road.
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It has been one fine day as day’s may go. While the weather was a bit snotty the State roads were in good shape. Once I got us on it the drive in to Frieda’s PT appointment was a breeze, maybe even liking the a similar breeze blowing recycled snow across the roads leaving the starts a many early morning snow drifts to narrow the roads. This drifting will keep the road crews out making some overtime.
Dropping Her Mostess off I continued on to TSC again to pick up some of those goodies I had spied yesterday. Planning on spending something like $12.00 when I had see something similar my spending money had immediately escalated to $20.00. Setting spending limits upon myself is the only way I can keep Frieda’s budgets in proper order (…err line). I got out of that TSC store for a mere $44.00 spent on a small bag full of parts for my quadracycle’s assembly.
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Sure was good getting back home. The house was a whole lot warmer than that round trip drive into Clio and back. A bit of lunch, Boss lady settled in, I was fixing to go out the door. Gathering up some table scraps, plus some icebox cleaning with the true garbage packed in the trash. I took the stuff good enough for the cats with me out the door, and down to the barn to feed the cats. Ah what the heck, Looking out across the east field from the house The ladies could us some early hay. Besides it afforded me the opportunity to see if Mike was home So I could strip down two more bicycles.
Another bike stripped down just getting into the second (forth) one, my cell takes off ringing and buzzing in my breast pocket. Answering it Bro’d got himself stuck feeding his ladies. I put Mikes tools I was using away and laid back my junk out of the way mikes projects, four modified racers.
Getting down the road, what was I going to use for the tow? Whatever I chose, I’d likely refuse to run for me easily. I wasn’t to be disappointed. What the Heck, I chose the Tall Ollie still parked inside the shop. Totally unprepared for an easy winter start, no working manifold heater, a perfectly good block heater noy plugged in and nar enough time to let it work immediately. I gave it a shot of WD40 down the uncovered air intake, climbed aboard and ran the battery down just as I figured it’d do. The HD battery charger was down in his house where I had to retrieve it for jumping the Tall Ollie. A little WD40, long crank al the cylinders coming into play in each of there own sweet times I were finally running. Driving up and out to where the skidsteer was stuck he’d buried it. I needed a shovel. So it were back to the shop I go. On the way the fuel gauge had decided to quit. I’d had better put some diesel in this thing before it’s taking me an hour to prime it. Parked running beside the fuel storage fuel pump looking inside the fuel tank I could clearly see the bottom. I don’t know what it were running on. Putting the nozzle on automatic, I went after my shovel.
My suggesting it’d take a few moments to dig his buried skidsteer out enough that I may even hook it. He denied he’d buried it. I don’t know and not caring to question it, but when the mud and crap was up to the radiator, I’ve dug two feet deep, and when his machine had been pulled out, the earth’s imprint clearly indicated the machine had been sitting on its belly; hey, I could be wrong?
Almost sundown when I was freed down the road It was a day by the time I got home. I’d had enough. BGKC.
Fernan

Get heat

I slept all night without a single stir I’m aware of. Waking the house was chilly for I hadn’t kept up the woodstove’s ferocious appetite. When Frieda got up she walked out her room and demanded I get this house warmed up…… I didn’t do nothing to cause it. But, then, perhaps there’s a problem with my analogy?
I stirred up the coals laid in some wood in my customary cribbed fashion over those coals. What? Wood to cold? What the? I kicked on the furnace and it seems to rebel also. Oh, it’s working. Just short on giving out with enough quick heat. Had thought about plugging the milk house heater in the hall outside the indoor privy. Yeah, privy, it feels as cold in there as I remembered it in the privy down on the far. (brrr)
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Yes, I’ve written a book. A literary master piece. I had lots of unsolicited help. I must say it started with beautiful neighbor Lady’s children comments. And, then there were all the children I’ve met who’ve spoken, “I know who you are!” or You’re Santa Clause!” or “Look Mommy!” All of them thinking they knew me. I was compelled to hunker down and speak with them, my saying, “Have you been a good girl (or boy)? I hope you haven’t been playing near the road!” and “Of course, you mind your mother!” “And, you brush your teeth before going to bed!”
All these children, be they beside the road out for a walk with their mother or accompanying their mother on a shopping trip, they all inspired me. In a way each of them furnished me with details.
It had been several months passing and I read a challenge in a local paper to write a seasonal Holiday story. I remembered all the fun I had conversing with all so many children I had stooped to speak with. Then stand up, and slip in a wink at their beautiful young mother’s. My mind remembering filled with so many details, with the children’s unknown help, I sat down and wrote a prize winning story. The story published it was gratifying so many people knowing me and total strangers waved at me recognizing me from my newspaper picture. I was a celebrity for a time. Such fun. Anyway this is the story behind the story that had originally started one fine June day my driving an Oliver tractor hauling three wagon loads hay down the road.
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It has been one fine day as day’s may go. While the weather was a bit snotty the State roads were in good shape. Once I got us on it the drive in to Frieda’s PT appointment was a breeze, maybe even liking the a similar breeze blowing recycled snow across the roads leaving the starts a many early morning snow drifts to narrow the roads. This drifting will keep the road crews out making some overtime.
Dropping Her Mostess off I continued on to TSC again to pick up some of those goodies I had spied yesterday. Planning on spending something like $12.00 when I had see something similar my spending money had immediately escalated to $20.00. Setting spending limits upon myself is the only way I can keep Frieda’s budgets in proper order (…err line). I got out of that TSC store for a mere $44.00 spent on a small bag full of parts for my quadracycle’s assembly.
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Sure was good getting back home. The house was a whole lot warmer than that round trip drive into Clio and back. A bit of lunch, Boss lady settled in, I was fixing to go out the door. Gathering up some table scraps, plus some icebox cleaning with the true garbage packed in the trash. I took the stuff good enough for the cats with me out the door, and down to the barn to feed the cats. Ah what the heck, Looking out across the east field from the house The ladies could us some early hay. Besides it afforded me the opportunity to see if Mike was home So I could strip down two more bicycles.
Another bike stripped down just getting into the second (forth) one, my cell takes off ringing and buzzing in my breast pocket. Answering it Bro’d got himself stuck feeding his ladies. I put Mikes tools I was using away and laid back my junk out of the way mikes projects, four modified racers.
Getting down the road, what was I going to use for the tow? Whatever I chose, I’d likely refuse to run for me easily. I wasn’t to be disappointed. What the Heck, I chose the Tall Ollie still parked inside the shop. Totally unprepared for an easy winter start, no working manifold heater, a perfectly good block heater noy plugged in and nar enough time to let it work immediately. I gave it a shot of WD40 down the uncovered air intake, climbed aboard and ran the battery down just as I figured it’d do. The HD battery charger was down in his house where I had to retrieve it for jumping the Tall Ollie. A little WD40, long crank al the cylinders coming into play in each of there own sweet times I were finally running. Driving up and out to where the skidsteer was stuck he’d buried it. I needed a shovel. So it were back to the shop I go. On the way the fuel gauge had decided to quit. I’d had better put some diesel in this thing before it’s taking me an hour to prime it. Parked running beside the fuel storage fuel pump looking inside the fuel tank I could clearly see the bottom. I don’t know what it were running on. Putting the nozzle on automatic, I went after my shovel.
My suggesting it’d take a few moments to dig his buried skidsteer out enough that I may even hook it. He denied he’d buried it. I don’t know and not caring to question it, but when the mud and crap was up to the radiator, I’ve dug two feet deep, and when his machine had been pulled out, the earth’s imprint clearly indicated the machine had been sitting on its belly; hey, I could be wrong?
Almost sundown when I was freed down the road It was a day by the time I got home. I’d had enough. BGKC.
Fernan

Extra Med Day

I woke on my daily start button or the usual minute I take my meds. The woodstove’s blower was just stopping, hungrily needing more fuel. I needed my usual water chaser for meds, Della (kat) all over me physically and vocally, “I’m hungry! Feed’s me now!” in cat talk, “meow.”
Cat’s fed, as is stove, and water glass filled I sit, sort and take my rattlers at half past fast. I’ve also got a kink in my lower back bending to fix up the demanding cat. “OUCH!” it’s hurt calms down some sitting and sorting.
Frieda’s obviously feeling better, as if I may say The laundry trash has lessened and while she’s tried to not be the crab-ass I always.…err…..often depict her to be, her whole physical being is smiling more and more each hour each day since the operation.
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Posting my urinal entry evening last I finally managed to do the dishes? Well! They are in the drain board basket. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! So what if I were under the watchful eye of a supervising pine tree. If fit ain’t one-thing, it’s another demands on my time. That goof-us tree sat on the kitchen counter my whole time doing the dishes keeping an eye on me until it got its drink of water. Will there ever be an end to the demands made of my time? I swear when the Spring thaw comes I’m going to get at the root that tree’s problem and partially bury it outside making its top side a living memorial the pleasure it has given Herr Clink and the intrusive bugging it has done me. (rah!)
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Got to tell the ladies who’ve been reading me I’ve also done the same most of them also. I just haven’t made those appreciative comments so many of us look to see. Yeah, Yeah! I know if I quit wasting my time with a quadracycle I’d have more time for ALL the ladies. There are guys who worry more about the ladies they don’t live near and there are guys who totally enjoy restoring their big boy’s toy tractor. BUT, understand it’s my extra very normal man thing. That’s my story, and I am, read-me, I’m sticking to it! So there!
Rat now, I gotta get me a coffee………..
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By golly, we smoothly got on the road this AM and Frieda delivered for her PT on time. Leaving her I went on to TSC for a big bag cat foot, and some pocking around the store. I think I found the universal joints I’ll use for quadracycle’s jack shaft, ½” x ½” universal socket drives (wrench).
Frieda’s knee retraining went well for her this morning. So well in fact she didn’t need my assistance getting up this afternoon. This is good news. She’ll soon be right so’s I may leave her alone more and more the extended times. Less than a month from now I’ll be going a-field preparing the fields for hay harvests and hay seedings. There’s also some talk about planting corn this season something we haven’t done since the 1998 accident.
On the lighter fun side of doing man things I’ve stripped down two bicycles for the quad’s ear frame members. Tomorrow I’d like to strip down two more bikes for the front halves the quada’s frame. Then there’ll be the bringing out a piece of plywood and blocking for laying out both side’s the first at length frame members.
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Again I know I’ve forgotten some the things I did today. Up early this morning and doing the same again tomorrow Has gotten me and my senses worn out. Main thing, Frieda’s getting her strengths back. BGKC.
Fernan

Saw-Bones day

Saw-Bones day
Shouldn’t I know it at near last minute before we’re to leave to make appointment with Frieda’s surgeon she’s unhappy with Ugly for a ride. “Call Juan!” she harped. I called Juan and he agreed to take us. But next time he wants two or three days notice or time to plan.
Dr. Carr was pleased with her surgical craft. The new knee joint implant and Frieda’s healing looked very good. Frieda’s fixed up with more run of the mill pain heavy duty pain medication.
A couple blocks down the main drag, as long as we were in the neighborhood, Juan stopped me by Verizon wireless. How I don’t know but walking in I already had enough credits an upgrade was near free. With 30 days use upon approval I even get $50.00 bucks cash rebate. The new phone in my pocket its getting harder and harder to find an eight year old to teach me how to use it. Darn kids keep growing up and moving away.
Unbelievably Juan made one more stop for me taking me across the main drag to Barns & Noble bookstore. Inside I perused the children’s book section for retail book prices. I found what I needed to know. After today I’m a wee bit closer to getting my Santa story book “Reindeer Hay” published.
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Home late for lunch I don’t remember what we had, but it was good and filling. I had finished my laundry, tended the animals got carried loose the last of the free wood what had been stacked on the ground. About three weeks I should have that frozen down wood up and piled for drying out, again. Tomorrow I start bringing firewood in off the wood-hauler.
For fun stuff, I pulled a bicycle out of the hen house and studied it. Latest thought I had I’d just plainly aught to bring them all out and simply take all of them apart for frame modifications before doubling-up reassembly.
For supper I stewed tomatoes ladled over toasted oat flour made bread. Something we haven’t had for ions. Now I GOT to go do dishes. Curses!!!! BGKC.
Fernan

Murphy’s law
Where to start?
Okay, I started my (our (her)) laundry. Checked with Barry to see if he were available to give me a hand. Plan then was I pick him up in 15 /30 minutes. Leland’s plugged in Battery’s clamped for juicing. Time to get Ugly under way. Only Ugly refused to start. Four or five failed starts I assumed frozen gas line. Added 4 oz pure denatured alcohol and returned house for relaxation and eventual lunch. Barry tired of waiting he’d buggied on over. What’s wrong with Ugly? Time to bring out the field tool box. Opened gas line at carburetor filter. Key turned, got nothing. Balderdash! A can of gas down in the barn we poured the whole into Ugly saving but a bit poured down the carburetor’s throat. Damned if Ugly hadn’t started. First things first we were on our way for a gasoline fill up. Be darned if I hadn’t but had just the right amount of fuel to make it home yesterday shutting the engine off on the very last drop of gas. I had run Ugly home finished dry.
Made all the usual rounds for empty wagon and supplement supplies. Them moved the machinery to set up and grind. Nearing the end of the grind the Leland tractor had quit. I had Barry refuel the Leland what it didn’t need. Stumped, I just simply restated Leland as if nothing’s wrong. It ran for a few minutes starting to blubber before quitting again. Plenty fuel. Doubt diesel gelling no colder than it was. Ah ha, Maybe fuel filter plugging do to icing. Added a cup of alcohol, restarted tractor and it finished out the afternoon with no more trouble. What happened? I suspect the fuel filters had likely iced up stopping fuel flow. Looks as if I might better plan on a fuel filter change when warmer weather gets here.
The grind delivered, poorly parked on-account of ice, I found a couple shorter buckets for the kids to use to down load the ground grain. Sorry Guys, take it up with Murphy’s law. I did my best!. Where I hadn’t put out hay unassisted this end we assisted the other end.
I explained the importance of the salts and minerals to Barry and showed him how I mixed salts the easy way. The easy way? Is a matter of how the buckets are set with the angular directions of the handles proper positioning for easy hand tumbling three salts together. The ladies each lot received 37½ pounds today. At long last I have finally gotten that chore done, to mix enough to include another couple measures to put out more salts next week.
Oh I know I had another hour daylight left, but really, I was wearing down. I did so want to dig my way into all those surplus bikes to see just what I had. Knowing my body can take only so much abuse I let this last want slid. Besides, I had done more than a couple two stepped dances protecting my dignity’s collapse in/on the snow covered ice’s we’ve stingily kept for the only remnants this season’s Winter celebrations. Then walking into this house, between the warmth and a ten minute break my entire system was reduced to combination aching and locked up joints plus all my thoughts turning to mush, I’ve resigned myself to being done for this day.
Okay, while I may repeat myself, while I do it often enough, I’ll eventually finally remember to do everything I had intended doing during the long run. Take tomorrow, I have take Herr Mostess to her surgeon’s office. Then while we are I that neighborhood I need to up grade my cell phone. Lastly I want to stop by a couple book stores: Border’s, Barns and Noble, and whatever for an idea what my book should sell for.
Gosh, I know it isn’t my normal bedtime, but then I’ve never been normal either. This last act is in self protection come our morning launching upon another new day. BGKC.
Fernan

2 days worth BS

Wet Snow's today
When I awoke the first time I threw wood on the fire. The went to make coffee getting the whole procedure correct had I only remembered to plug the pot in.
Second time I got up we had but about an inch of snow. Since then sloppy wet turning to soup like slush it continues to come down. Road plows look like they’re continually moving the slush back and forth across the road. On a positive side state DOY road plows had already knocked two mailboxes off per mile between here and Frieda’s appointer therapist appointment.
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Having things to do, I got Frieda to PT and back, picked up a couple onions, got to see an actual bicycle crank shaft in person, had lunch back home. This very afternoon I went to see Tom (he’s home). Refrained giving him a hug my being so happy to see him. Did offer to I’d appreciate a shared couple hugs from his wife and mother only one wasn’t there and the other was to bruised up after her fall the other night. Tom needs open heart surgery but is denied for not having insurance. He’s finally been court approved for social security benefits but has not received them, nor back payments nor insurance coverage. He’s living on the very edge of life and till denied what he has been granted.
Oh boy, Frieda had filled some trash bags with trash. Imaginably consolidating the trash in three tubs along with spent hay bale wrap I got our trash out. On returning home from one of my expeditions Finding Terry plowing the snow around about my yard I immediately mounted JD and took care of the ladies feeding so Terry could clean the same are I’ve been parking the JD.
Satisfied I had almost gotten everything done right today I grabbed a couple beers and shared them with Terry for some BS-ing. The next heavy outing is this Wednesday. I must take her to see her surgeon, Stop by Verizon for cell phone upgrade, stop by a couple book stores to get an idea what books are selling for before I set the retail price my own book, and lastly make that last stop (I had forgotten today) for Frieda’s required knee bandages. Oh how sweet is, I finished puncturing her last shots yesterday.
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Backing the farm wagon up all the way into yesterday It was almost a lazy day.
Started out slowly my drinking herbal tea for an eye opener, making coffee for go juice. I carried in all the firewood I hadn’t carried the last night balefire plus three more days. Then shortly thereafter I was on the road for a buy on alfalfa hay to haul in. between hauling ad unloading two loads the afternoon was pretty well ate up. This the hay I hauled home yesterday. Each these alfalfa bale’s will be good for two days feeding. I can use three more loads, four to be on the safe side.

With the time I had left I fueled transportable fuel cans. Took a side tip down to the old hen house and found I have no-less than five light weight bicycles in reserve. Needing only four bikes, for assorted parts, I just might save my favorite bicycle.
Excited with my horded bicycle stash my mind is running wild with ideas as to how I want my quadracycle’s building finished. After primary building, it could use assorted lights, thinking fenders, a bench seat, a cargo hold, and even wilder yet an auxiliary five horse gasoline engine.
The engine, an auxiliary engine of-course for hill climbing assistance and most importantly dealing with honest bouts of lazyitedness.
BGKC.
Fernan
PS: The last four days had a Spring feeling to them. Today feels like Winters back.

1st‘s impressions

Ho boy! All both of us must surely have worn ourselves out yesterday. Myself just waking upafter almost sleeping the clock around, Fried hasn’t gotten up yet. It’s ben some time since I’ve waken with my visibility blurred by watery eyes. Getting up but once all night, the stove had only been fed once at that time, the fire had almost gone out twice.
Soooo, for a change of pace I’m downing my rattlers two hours forty-five minutes late. Another half hour it’ll be my winter hour I step out these doors to meet the winter elements. What a waste for looking out my window it is a perfectly gorgeous day. Another hour’s wait before breakfast I’m thankful ive nothing to cause me running late doing wise.
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I wake up this morning worried about to very close friends. Handy a diabetic has gone into a dietary drunk(/) for a lack of a better word for it. He hasn’t walked a straight line fore four days. This time I don’t know what to do except wait for whatever I may do with or for him? I’ve got to check onHandy later when I get out of here!
Tom’s in such bad shape I don’t know what I may do for him. I know my not being family hospital wont let me to see him. About the most I can do is stop by the house for an update with an opened arm hugs for his wife and mother. Shyit happening in three’s I’m already dreading what may come next.
I’m surely feeling the blue’s this morning!!!!
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Damn, my eyes so blurred this morning I’ve had to put my print up to 16 points so’s I may see what I’ve just written to correct spelling and edit the mish-mash of words.
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Reading back, “Awww Fernan you're a good hubby. Bet when this is all over she won't ever hit you with the frying pan again.“ Yeah but the old movements she’s getting back in her limbs she may be kicking my arse in an alternative retaliations. {:^) Lawd, I love that crazy woman. I hate to it her hurting.
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Next few words, in my own opinion to let just drift away I’m adding them here:
“Banned Aleve and Celbrex I merely go on hurting, busying my mind and carcass to anything to take my mind off the pains.
“Personal treatments: (1) keep my mind occupied, (2) Keep my back covered out of drafts {I live in my barnyard tux and favorite pop bottle woven road blanky (found it laying in our road). (3) Only take a couple acetaminophen when absolutely disparate.
“One more notable observation: My sex worn down to a useless mere nubbin I'm damn glad nobody's taken my scissors away from me, yet.”
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Getting’ Frieda dressing changed, I only get one more day needling her practice for a couple months before I get to all the ladies.
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Get this:
Tom’s mother out in the snow had taken a tumble on the ice. Was taken to hospital. Then, that crazy family called me this morning offering me any help I may need today so’s I don’t over do-it.
I can’t help myself
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I had a good afternoon. I aired my air tank. I fueled my cans. I fueled the JD. Moved hay both ends the road. Did a big forgetful act forgetting to mix salt. Phooey!
Have learned Tom’s out of intensive care now in ICC and coming along. He can have visitors. My having to be home for Frieda I can’t go. Tom’s mom is in good shape, no broken bones. They didn’t keep her sending her home with only a couple bruises. I haven’t heard a thing about Handy. Going by his house his sister’s there. So I didn’t stop. I hope she’s helpful.
At home the JD fueled I check on the neighbors cutting wood. As long as I was out in the woods I used the JD to move a couple logs out from under a covering of brush and snow.
It was as I was finishing my chore here I remembered I had wanted to mix salt. Darn, Here’s hoping I remember to do that tomorrow.
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Supper was super good. My complements to the chef. Slowly and deliberately I enjoyed every morsel my homemade bean soup, I had started last night. A pound of great northern soaked over night, drained and put into crock-pot with hot water. As the beans simmered I added lots and lots of chopped up pre-cooked bacon, a half a sweet chopped onion, a couple medium sized thin sliced carrots, and about a quarter pound or little more mustard to give any gas passed some color. Then turned the crock-pot to low and left for the night. Supper was a thoroughly enjoyed hour long meal.
Things and health’s picking up around here on top my full belly everything’s looking up and op brighter.
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Another idea’s unrealistically priced quadra-cycle beyond my pocket’s reach I come up with a very realistic means to build me that bike. Unfortunately it were only about a month or so ago I had taken to town a whole bunch of bicycles I had already had and scrapped them. I still have two of my old bike favorite’s down in the old chicken-coop storage shed. If that be the case I need only to find myself two more similar to them.
Oh, The plan? I had it all written out and almost included in this evening’s Journal entry, but decided instead to save the finished product for a grand showing. BGKC.
Fernan

Another med day
Oh boy. Before we even get on the road Brother calls telling me buddy Tom had a severe heart attack last night. Damn, that smarts. I understand eight inches a main artery over the heart plugged. The bottom of his heart so scared up unable to move they’ve installed a pacemaker. Last I heard Tom Miller’s in ICU MCLAREN REGIONAL MEDICAL CENTER (Hospital) Flint, Mi.. Join with all the good words we may muster to see Tom and his family through this crisis.
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Still doing what I was doing 50-some years ago, I hate waking up crabby, but I had if we’re to arrive anywhere on time. As I had in the beginning waiting on her I’m involved in two dimensions. One, Offering her my arm, opening and closing doors for her. Two, She’s the only woman I know who’ll be late for her on funeral some sad day.
Left turn for quarter mile gravel road east for a primary county road north for primary state road headed west for Clio and late for her physical therapy. Not sure Ugly’s petrol situation must stop for fueling. This didn’t help our time either. Late She was taken in slightly off the scheduled time. Some places had been modified. Out of there it were motoring do East for Otisville and Doc’s office for her surgery follow up. Her BP and medication checked a blood draw didn’t work out. We were on the road again headed west on secondary county roads for Mt Morris and a blood lab. Three medical appearances made by the time we should have already been home I opted instead to stop by my favorite seamstress who’s a shop downtown Mt Morris for broken zipper advice. Holy smoke’ems, she fixed with me standing in my tux squirting a wee bit of oil on the zipper and worked that tang up and down until everything messed. The tux zipper fixed she refused payment in any amount or way. Have I mentioned those two dolls are a couple my favorites. By the time we returned home it were getting late afternoon/beginnings evening.
Walking my Lady into the house herself having spouted all she was going to do when we home. (hahahohohehe) I had moved on around about outdoors feeding cats what acted fully abused and half starved, I fed the appreciative ladies, Emptied my air tank into low tractor driver tire. Then I loaded that depleted tank, plus two each diesel and petrol cans on Ugly truck. This last activity my getting ready to work at some farm stuff done around about the farms while we’ve a couple pretty days left. Stepping into the house the dynamo had given out on me. I found her sleeping as I was getting into my laundry, then started tonight’s supper we’ll get to eat tomorrow for either lunch or supper by then. I did a couple dishes and, and sat down to play with these words.
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It’s later now. I've driven her, delivered her, fed her, and waited for her. Her Mostess has had her evening shot, her knee freshly dressed, and gone to bed. Now left to my own devices and saddle sores. BGKC.
Fernan

KP please….

…..to please myself I’m cleaning kitchen. What a frapping mess. I’ve no idea when Her Mostess had given up ever whipping anything down,? I’ve been trying to cut this stuff hanging onto everthing it has ever touched. I’ve used Mr. Clean, Mean Clean, Lysol Clean, Goo Gone, Pine Sole, 409, and lastly easy off got everything I had tried up to this moment in time. Once those first five cleaners were removed Oven Off cut all that grease what was holding whatever come it plus cleanly off. Now If I could only wash all that super duper crap off my hands so’s I ain’t so cussed tacky touching anything I pick up it stays with me.
Got more dishes done, the drain boards rack full its ain’t easy to balance any more stuff on it. This homework is not exactly my cup of tea.
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Frieda said she didn’t sleep well all night. Sheesh! She making up for it now. For her belly shot I momentarily uncovered her belly, tasting it first, before I dribbled some alcohol on it, and poked her with her morning shot.
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By mid afternoon I had finally gotten to the end my dish washing simply cause the dish drainer can’t hold another anything. Turned to washing cabinet over cook stove. I’ve changed water umpteen times each time it had turned green. Haven’t completed one cabinet nor the range hood my wearing the finishes off at the same time. Oh wooooooe is me.
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Frieda’s afternoon nap has done her wonders, near as I can tell. At least that’s what she’s telling everybody she no pain in her leg. At least that’s what I over heard from her telephone conversations.
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There was the time many years ago when Herr Mostess was Herr Leastless often dressed her part all day, during all those hours when all the children were in school. Dutifully dressed she had no difficulty getting my attention, then skillfully had me toeing the mark all day for any thought of reward. “Work before play!” she’d told me.
She was so totally unfair to me in them days wearing my very private tender and tempting Anniversary and Santa Christmas gifts against me. (sigh) (giggle)

In those days I seriously looked forward to the rest and relaxation at the end of the full house cleaning scramble. This was a designed happening shortly after one of those day’s I’d come fall walking into the house announcing “Good news, Bad news” to wit I thoroughly enjoyed sliding into three/four months hunting and fishing when I wasn’t working a seasonal job. Home life was a spontaneous living Heaven while fitting in some light weight jobs interfering with the hunting and fishing. And, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. BGKC.
Fernan

Busy Bee Day

Nice here right along side the woodstove just a merrily doing its keeping us warm thing.
Can't tell ya's what its doing outside as sunup just coming on.
Whatever its doing we'll be out in it. Frieda gets therapy (exercise) evaluation, gonna drop of baby blanky for local Genie's gr-grandson, drop off couple boxes surplus grocery's we can't use to needy family, need go grocery store, need more bandages and tape dressings for Clink's knee; plus Handy’s sick so may have to fit dropping him off and up Doc’s office
Weather guesser's uncommitted what we'll get today: however, its been suggested sunshine with just below freezing temps starting tomorrow for next six days..
Can't wait to get started. Can do everything today over back-roads. So you see its gonna be a do nothing spectacularly boring day.

My lawd, I can’t believe I’ve written out this whole itinerary? I’m pooped already just making my list! I guess I’d better rest up before I even attempt to pull my shirt down and my pants up!
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Once one the road and before we had gotten back home we’d covered everything listed and then some. Whew, I’m pooped. But I’m good, The ladies having fallen off their feed they didn’t receive any feed today. I carried in all the firewood I hadn’t yesterday and then some. Hard to believe Easter’s sbout three weeks away and I’ll be taken up fence wires and fence posts. I charge the battery, air p the tires, and unload the Cushman it’ll get all excited to go. I clan up the wire winder and air its tire The Cushman shall surely get vancy and raring to go.
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Frieda’s so unhappy, somewhat depressed, irritated, unhappy, grouchy, crabby…..have I forgotten anything? Oh yeah, she’s about ready to ship me out. Over weight she’s lost all to much of her strength, having a most difficult time getting up. She’s lost twenty pounds the last couple months and hoping to lose some more. She don’t eat but two small meals a day and a single orange or banana for a third. If she isn’t turning on the water works of deprecation, she’s bawling me out for just being here. All I can say is I’m glad I’m so she’s got somewhere to unload her feelings. It isn’t easy for her. Mid April gets here I’ll be glad if she can get out and walk some. I’ll be having to get out and away from here doing what I’ve got to to my liking. Hanging around here picking her up all day will destroy me. She’s got to quit taking them damnable arthritis pills, lose some weight, and get her strength back. That’s all there is to it. If she don’t she’ll continue aging faster than me, and I’ll quit speaking to should she check ou ahead of me what could have been before her time. (grrr)
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Finally found something beside the skating I enjoy watching this years Olympic sports, curling. Ain’t nobody either throwing their rocks at someone else, nor are the getting hernias showing off picking up more than one at time, nor are they racing around to likely either cripple or killing themselves or somebody else. Alright I’ve said what I’ve said. On a whole sports is a freaking waste of time. When the game’s all done what ya got to show for it? When I’m done with my time I built it, caught it, and perhaps soon add I wrote it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BGKC
Fernan

Today’s doings

G___ D___!!!!! I’ve finally gotten the dishes DONE!
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A book publisher called me today. Son of a hitch, the pressure’s on now to finish it.
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Did all the ordinary chore liking stuff today as usual. Feed cays, including taken them table scraps down to the barn for them. Hayed the ladies. The ladies fallen off their feed the last four days surpluses are mounting in their feeders again. Swept the new snow off the deck and ramp. I carried in some firewood, not completing the task as I should have ‘twas a boring day right up until supper time. Fixed some chicken per instructions and burned the whole meal to a crisp. Not interested in starting over I made some hobo stew. Taking left over out of the fridge I put them all together in on pot, seasoned them with katchup for color and taco sauce for spice. And it only took the microwave three minutes to warm it all up. Didn’t come out to badly. Even the stuff Her Mostess was talking about throwing to the cats, I threw it in my stew... (meow)
BGKC
Fernan

Sposed be workday

Before I read the on-going and adding to the fray; I woke up feeling about as tired as I was when I laid it down last night. Don't remember where or when I dreamed it, I also awoke with a backache.
Frieda up before myself had met me shinning brighter than a brand new penny. Is so good seeing her smiling the smile, one of her attributes I married her for.
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Got word Grand daughter as finished three paintings for my Santa story book
They’s coming to see us after GR SIL’s U of M bone marrow transplant treatment checkup for his leukemia battle. My fingers crossed, I’m hoping.
Excited about their coming, getting to see them and gr.gr.kids. In addition to that I’ve gotten the Santa story out and edited it, one last time, in anticipation seeing her within the week. Damn I’m like a little kid waiting for Christmas.
Morning and night I continue changing Frieda’s dressing and giving her he belly shots. In between I’ve continued hanging around helping her to her feet when need be. Can’t tell how all this hanging around the house is giving me cabin fever bonkers.
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Toyota hasn’t been the only company with run away vehicles. Just a few months ago Ugly gave me the same frightening start. Checked under the hood and saw nothing out of the way wrong with anything connected to carburetor. The silly truck had refused to idol down as well as deciding to run faster than I was comfortably willing to go trying my best to hold my speeds back. Not a fast driver, I put up with Ugly’s eccentric behavior unable to make up its mechanical mind whether it was going to run fast or not quite slow enough. Slowness between the farms I could put up with as I wasn’t going out on a busier thoroughfares. Three days passed and I had to get into it. Unable to work both ends at the same time I finally found it. Principally the two piece cable between the accelerator and carburetor had broken. Son of a gun! I had to have my Ugly in good working order to drive it out on a busier roadway next day. And just where was I going to find a cable. A new one could be no less than a dealer part. It were here when resourcefulness kicked in. After I had removed the accelerator cable from Ugly I replaced trouble troubled past with a single piece of high tensile fence wire. While the conversion from one method to an older surer method wasn’t exactly easy, I stayed with, worked, reworked the multiple bends for clearances and each end’s final hook-up’s until I had the engine’s linkage just right. It’s been several months gone by and have had no additional problems since. BGKC.
Fernan

St. Valentine’s Day

For the day it was supposed to be other than the exchange of greetings, nothing happen. There was no expensive exchanges of aphrodisiac dark rich chocolate candies. There was no mad passionate exchanges of pleasurable romping throughout the house. Where was however a genuinely slow day my taking care of Frieda’s more important needs: changing dressings and poking her with antibiotic shots. Extras included my seeing our Genie down the road for a slight longer ribbon stirrup on an exercise strap for Frieda’s modified limb. Even further down the road I sought out Mrs. Loopy. She graciously fixed me up with a fitting fashionable pouch for Frieda’s use to carry with at all times her senior citizen emergency help call cell phone.
I carried in more firewood piling it all the way to the top of one of my normal stove wood’s pile’s. I remained on close call to assist Frieda’s rising off the sofa. The wood hauler disappeared for awhile returned with a full load of cut and split stove wood. I picked up and packed the all the triggered live traps into the barn. There was the feeding the ladies. I got to go out back to see how one of my wood needing neighbor’s was fairing in a woodlot.
She’s up and down her wheelchair, tromping about the with and without her walker, and taking her pain medication as needed. Her knee’s stapled shut incision continues to weep plasma while otherwise looking good. Best of all she’s wearing a happy face. The kind of face I enjoy seeing all the day’s long.
I’ve got to fix my own supper while also trying to stay awake long enough to enjoy eating it…. Then it was my supper turned out so badly I popped me some popcorn to augment it. BGKC.
Fernan

Changes

A metamorphous has appeared to have set in within my Quadra bionic limbed woman. She's beginning to behave more like her old energetic self which I have missed for some time.
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Changing her knee dressings, shucks just one dressing, naugh, back to the enumerable dressings, I’ve used enough scotch tape on her, to package her, to send her somewhere? (hehehehehehe) If I had a destination on an applied shipping label and the required postage……oh…….never mind. (sob)
I do believe she's replenishing her energy with my own.
Refortified She's been working her domestic night shift still full of vim and viger while I awoke pooped out. Ummm...err....I guess she's a keeper.
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Finally running down about 11:00AM. I’ve got to get on with my part renewing my hatred toward doing dishes. Carrying three/four days wood in is a snap compared to a couple my real dislikes.
I’m thinking she’s getting to many hugs and kisses on her neck each time she enlists my aid to help her stand up? I mean she’s always breaking out in tears, and it ain’t the pain either!
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12:00PM noon, she nicely conked out on sofa. What a break for me. And! Now that I’ve got nicely cleaned dishpan hands they are ready for carrying in firewood. I’ve got to! I’ve just put the last piece wood in the woodstove.
While Frieda snoozed, off and on, I carried in wood for a couple whiles, I did dishes for a three whiles, did a one gig bit feeding the cats and more importantly the ladies half what they normally consume to go with their last couple day‘s leftovers. I consolidated about half Frieda’s medical supplies in one handsome square four gallon plastic bucket. While I never finished the dishes I was also into some more related kitchen whatever cleaning. I even continued throwing out dated goods and kitchen supplies out.
Gave Frieda her shots, changed her dressing, assisted her to her feet when she had tired. I see it as I’ll have to stay close for a few days. Meanwhile the house is slowly looking better since I’ve finally gotten off my duff. It maybe I haven’t been well as it seems I’ve more energy since I’ve been on Doc’s last there prescriptions. My telephone bells continue ringing, my inability to answer the phone, but not near as loudly. That is a bit of a relief.
Got some good reading in our district library’s shut in’s mail. Two of the books were Louie L’Moure. Frieda’s already finished one.
Outside about the most exciting thing to happen here all day, one my neighbor’s went out back to cut himself a load of wood. There’s a lot of limbed wood out there the lumberjacks had left behind when they had harvested a number of the more mature trees about four years back. If we don’t cut and use that wood up soon it’ll merely become punky. Then it’ll of little use for firewood. Besides, I’d like to see that woodlot’s floor cleaned up some for a few clear views through the woods.
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Is my bandaging improving or what? BGKC.
Fernan

The heck withit....

Taking a chance I'm not repeating myself her's this written for yesterday, MAYBE?
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A short side trip.
Taking an edited line from another beautiful person’s blogg _ _ _
“….waging her tail…I patted her on her head…..she smiled and stayed…..”
_ _ _ _who’s affirmed in my heart there are other people who talk to the animals.
A pleasant little trip I thoroughly enjoyed. May God Bless. ;^)

Now? Was the old rust bucket tractor a 50 series?
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Moving on, it looks like I’ll be needed around here….until….?
Frieda’s feeling so much better. She’s glad and happy she’s home.
And she can’t thank the masses enough for the get well words, cards, letters and flower’s she’s received. Such simple heart warming thoughts go such a long way helping the healings.
Myself, I haven’t been all that appreciative the encouragement she’s receive doing her exercising so’s she may once again kick my ass. (grrrr)
Fernan
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Shame on me, I had forgotten I promised Handy a ride over to Doc’s clinic for a blood draw. So my being a half hour late he called me to remind me. About this time I had pretty well taken care of all Frieda’s needs save one. As I was dressing to head out the door she reminded me it were time I change her dressing. Oh poo! Talking her into letting me go and stop by the drugstore for another tapes solution, this run, I was gone.
A blood draw shouldn’t take all that long. Just the same I dropped Handy off first. I figured it take me longer putting drugstore staff together to help me with a surer holding the Mrs.‘s together tape.
Thomas the druggist asking me my taping Frieda problems, “Is she a wet or dry person, oily skinned?” {My thoughts drifted back to an earlier time I had a bit of summer times trouble hanging onto her keeping her from either slipping or sliding out of my amorous clutches.} Narrowing my need down to an oily skin it was decided I needed a clothe tap rather than a paper tape I had already tried. I not only took some cloth tape; I also grabbed a plastic tape, looking so good I‘m sure I could use the leftovers for parcel posting packages.
Eventually getting back to, Doc’s office my figuring was wrong. It was a whole two hours those guys to their vampiring together. So, what does a body do but wait.
Finally getting out of there and on the road again I had wondered if I should have stopped by the hardware store. Getting back home, Frieda had survived without me. Kind-a makes a body feel unneeded, hey? Tending her dressing the black plastic electrical tape had dome the better job and easily came off without having to use a lot of alcohol to remove the stickiness.
I should have stopped by that hardware store. Who’d know?
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Leaving her wound open seemed like a good idea at the time. But then when she started dripping all over the floor the bandaging the stapled shut incision using the plastic tape worked well. Sitting here admiring my work, I think it’s going to work.
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Fernan

2-12-2010 ZZZZZZZZZZZ

So tired, I'm not sure what I've written the last couple days so I'm skipping the 2-12-2010 entry.
I can tell ya one thing, all kidding aside, my prime ladt kept me busy all day.
Fernan

So Quiet
I’m up, I’m up only an hour past my usual. And after taking care of said cat she’s yowling and looking at me as if I had something to do with her mistress’s demise. Della (cat)(Frieda’s cat) Had gone in circles some distance from me giving some kind of an odd look each time she comes around her puss facing me. A body could drop a bowling ball in here with nobody what ain’t impotent to hear it.
Speaking of hearing? I constantly hear a telephone ringing beside my ears I can’t answer. That telephone’s damn near as load as it what had originally insisted I take the problem to Doc. Boring I’ll tell it as it is. Two medications over with and gone with only a third one to finish taking over time aren’t the least it helping YET!
I got to wash my dirty dish, spoon, and two coffee cups this morning. I wouldn’t have had to have another cup if it weren’t for my super sizing it so I could stay under my blanky waiting for the woodstove’s heat to catch-up and surpass the furnace‘s out put. It got that cold in here my thinking “What the Hell! I don’t want to get out of my warm bed a couple time to feed the fire.
So much for my exciting morning at this time. Continued…..
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Some thoughts:
Record snows, loss of power, food shortages. I can’t help but silently laugh to myself over all the problems people are having with the snows falling, paralyzing, folks all over the nation. When I was a kid if we got snowed in, so what? We stayed home. No point in going out if the work was buried under snow. We had our own kept and fresh stores, and feed in the barn.
Mom baked bread, I carried in the firewood and coal as needed daily, Dad helped with chores and shoveling paths to do those chores for carried water. Fresh stuff from outside: fresh cows milk, fresh eggs, and maybe a freshly killed chicken if the need be. Busheled fruits, some root vegetables, stacked high in the basement, fresh vegetables stored in sand pits on a sandy hill top, Mom’s caned goods filled (covered) the ledges of our Michigan basement. Mom’s pantry held a hundred pounds flour and sugar, cans of backing powder and spices. The cows didn’t mind staying in, as I didn’t either during the worst snow storms. Eating was good (I MEAN GOOOD), the Round Oak stove warming. We read books, played board and card games by lamp light if necessary if need be. Nights long we went to bed. Days light we were up for every minute for it.
Snow removal? Three paths with a couple square pointed spades. One path each the wood pile, barn, and chicken coop. If the paths drifted in they were easy walking on. Those were fun carefree days we spent some summer time’s prepared for.
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Thank goodness, Terry had finally come across the road with my tractor and finished cleaning up the yard so I could bring Frieda in the house if she were released. While Terry moved snow I snuck down the road for a short coffee break.
Back home I called horsepistol. Frieda said she’d been released to come home either this afternoon or tomorrow morning. It wasn’t going to be tomorrow morning! I packed my butt into Ugly and was off. About two miles down the road I tried finding the only soul he knew who drove an automobile. He wasn’t home. Another mile down the road I realized I had forgotten Frieda’s clothes to dress to come home. While wheeling home I made a couple cell phone inquiries. Found nothing! Nearing Juan’s abode he was home and I wheeled in. His trailblazer bilt closer to the ground than my Ugly he picked my up at home and we were off.
At the hospital Frieda dressed ready to go, Hurley’s one and only fault the paperwork wasn’t completed??? Finally moving on down one them perpendicular bus lines we were out front sitting on the curb. My *&^%%*& cell-phone had failed to remember Juan’s entered number. He was supposedly parked somewhere on the six floored parking garage. An elevator to the top I walked down never finding Juan. If I had to walk all them miles around and around any more I’d been a patient in Hurley. Desperate I celled Bro’, “Do you have Juan’s number?” Finally getting a-hold of Juan, he had parked across the street. (?????)
Trying to load Frieda…err…help Frieda into the van we had some difficulty. She couldn’t lift herself on her only good limb. And, I could not get her up there without a little her. We’d even tried using a walker for extra support to no avail. Only option left she needed (I needed) a foot stool for her to step upon to gradually raise herself to comfortably seat herself in he van. Nobody had a stool. At an impasse somebody had taken pity upon the situation and brought out a stool. Then standing back holding myself in reserve I let a couple younger burley gentlemen flex their muscles during this time of need. So quickly handled I missed seeing happen. Thank goodness we were on our way.
Stopping by a bank on our way home the ore assayed in my poke (right one this time). A third of its contents could very likely be classified as fool’s gold. The bank will send me the tendered results in a few days, as this was an up coming holiday weekend.
Getting Her Mostess home wasn’t the whole my getting her home? I made her comfortable and headed out agin for our druggist to fill a fist full prescriptions. Now some this stuff had to been some pretty heavy stuff. I was kept in a locked safe. Holy Molly! Now I got to arm myself against intruders?
The poor ladies while not complaining I took them a couple quicker dry bales for this evening social feasting. I was near out of light.
Then trying to fix some kind of a supper for myself, Frieda’s on a diet, She’s not interested. I’m hungry even if I managed to think about a couple hours later than the usual?
It’d take another couple hours waiting upon her, changing her dressing , moving stuff around. I all but threw my own ass out of the house to make room for her rolling her wheel chair around in here... Now, how’s this for re-bandaging a knee? BGKC.
Fernan

PS: It ain't quiet anymore.

The behinder I get

I went to sleep last night knowing I had to purchase shelled gain supplies and grind feed. It didn’t help with all I was awarded to do today? First off I slept over ten hours which didn’t help me with an early start. One problem are my medications? Weren’t for them I’d have been up out and off. But those are not the rules I must play by if I want to safely stay alive.
Ugly backed up to and hooked to empty wagon, what I wasn’t prepared for was somebody calling me to tell me they hadn’t fed the bulls in their pens. Wonderful. Which way do I turn out of the driveway first. Right for bulls? Left for shelled corn? Thankfully, Sparky (Mr. Loopy) called me at exactly the absolutely right moment volunteering to shovel my deck and ramp off for us. While I had uncovered that with a quick brooming, I did manage to delegate feeding the bulls to Sparky’s capable hands. (hehehehehehe) Thankfully the bulls taken care of I turned left.
One track on my road I wished I could have stayed home. But that doesn’t feed the animals. Sixguy’s yard was cleaned better than the roads. And, they were temporarily prepared to load my wagon out. The next leg of my trip around the block didn’t happen. The elevator scale out of commission I had to turn left again going over a couple snow and ice covered good hills. 12,000 pound load either pushing or resisting on an empty pickup truck isn’t the grandest tow even in dry weather. Each hill was a challenge for my capable hands. I’ll think my skills as I like! (insert raspberry here) So where was the certified scales I had to use? On top of the second hill and of course upon the highest ground with the grade slopping away on all sides. I-carumba! Just pulling off the road for the scale I didn’t make it. Seeing the Johanson’s pushing their snow off the drives I gave up my lost cause headway deciding to wait them out the use their scale. Nerved up as I was I tried making the scale. Having parked long enough the tires cooling off putting Ugly drive we creeped ahead surprising me not for the first time.
Weight slip in hand, then it was leaving the scale my next challenge, the grade quickly falling away to the back of it towards a number off outbuildings that never looked as close as they did today. Getting back home managed only to park the loaded wagon just off the road. For those moments I was just glad it were home.
Wagon abandoned, on the road again I started cell phoning. This committed farmer was looking for somebody lacking it upstairs to come out and enjoy the elements with me. &^*(^$&R$84 it?. Tom turned me down. He did however volunteer his step son. (hehehe) That’s all right. It has finally dawned upon the kid if he were to get out and about he just might learn something more than he knows!?!
We hit the elevator for supplements, the far end for 2 cans gas, 2 cans diesel, and the empty feed wagon. If anything were to be done here two tractors needed fueling, AND I was in no mood to stand out in this beautiful weather priming a diesel engine. So a tip of some four cans had become quite easy.
The JD loader tractor fueled the shelled corn was moved up to just outside the kitchen windows. The Leland with grinder-mixer was brought out, set up, used, emptied into the feed wagon. And everything put away. Delivering the feed wagon was to turn into another adventure. The far end’s driveway filled with drifted snow, the lane up to the barn half drifted in, I barely made the feed wagon as far as the shop. It were time to employ an 1850 Ollie. The Ollie chosen was the Tall one inside the shop. Out of the wind it could at least have 10* advantage warmer than any the tractors sitting in or outside none plugged in. Darn, it took three attempts employing the extra heavy duty engine starter to move it.
What a day it had been. All done what had to be done, the day had grown long. I was ready for warmth and lunch, regardless the late hour. It weren’t an hour to late for me to phone my sweetie. Late enough into the afternoon there wasn’t time for me to go to the hospital and make it back before dark.
Having to call it a day, I carried wood into the house, finished up a couple loads laundry, washed out a couple milk jugs and refilled them with freshwater, just in case. And there’s a a couple other things I’ve time to do.

This is what I woke up to this morning



These are just a couple the toys I played with.

A good day’s work load out of the way, everything done and hopefully then some. I’m ready to bring my Lady home and have got all day freed to do it. BGKC.
Fernan

PS: I wish to thank everyone who'd either offered, thought and/or sent Frieda well wishes and their prayers. I've told her of some and those I've missed I relate them to her when she'd come home.

My 4sq Bionic Wife

12:15 PM Frieda had been in the surgery an hour and a quarter. Gosh it were precisely at dawn’s crack beginnings I wheeled us out the drive. Check in time at the surgery’s door was 8:00 AM. It was two minutes of when she went through the surgery floor doors. Shown to holding room she was drilled upon all the questions what had already been asked and answered at least six time before. Yeah and before she was wheeled down another gal into a pre-opt staging area. When they finally got around to wheeling again it was away from me as she went into the surgery and I was sent down another hall to the waiting room.
The operation took only an, never ending hour, and a quarter to complete. Then she was sent to recovery. Somewhere in this time frame I moseyed down to the hospitiful cafeteria. My hands shaken so badly trying care a tray I lost it destroying everything upon iy what didn’t land on the floor. Told to forget it by a nice lady, I was given another chance to try and make through the food lines unscathed. It were 3:00 PM before I was to see my Frieda again.
My hands shaken something awful has all the time Herr Clink was out of my sight. The whole episode reminded me of, Luther, in the movie, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken. “You nervous?” somebody had asked. Luther (Don Knots) had answered, “NO!”
Frieda looked good, feeling some pain on a level of three be it be between a good one and ten the worst. I’m sure she’ll feel better tomorrow as they’ll be getting her up and walking.
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Loading Frieda and all her paraphernalia up to get rid of her for a three day rest. Mine! I had managed to slip my poke holding the profits from a resent gold strike. Whelp, today on my way home I stopped by a bank to have my poke assayed, only to discover I had picked up the wrong poke, found to be worth no more than the sand in it.
Returning home worried I had misplaced and mistakenly destroyed it in the end, I looked for it. Whew, imagine my relief when I found it intact. I immediately put the poke with the riches there-in contained in my pocket. Now, it’ll be with me the next time I go to town dressed under my town hat. BGKC.
Fernan

Getting ready.

Frieda making hostile calls her surgery has been moved twice in one day. Now I’ve got-a have her delivered for check in at 8AM come morning. I’ve even been given another phone number for a ready wheel chair to meet us on arivalThat means getting up extra early to shower her, hose her off and get her cover up in her XXXXL MuuMuu (tent wit-out poles, stakes, and tie-downs).
Of course there’s always first things first. I been getting explicit orders almost all day, that’s every time I come thru a door. I’ve reputedly suggested she pack her own prearranged care packages she’ll want delivered. It seems our conversations are groaned one sided, she talks and I damned well better be listening (these days).
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Accomplishments:
I cleaned out our cussed woodstove AGAIN. It’s burning better now. I even managed to haul all my ashes out and spread them on a field what could use some lime supplementing.
I had tried by chance to restock shelled corn supply. That didn’t work. Did manage however to get a couple phone numbers for a state AG certified scale just a couple more miles a field. It’ll have to suffice until the elevator’s scale is either thawed out or fixed or both?
Managed to unload Ugly’s cargo box of temptations for tomorrow‘s traveling‘s. Then sillily loaded it up with more trash contributions I had put out on our imaginary curb earlier this morning. And stowed my emptied ash cans under the deck. Carried in one enormous pile of firewood parking it near the wood stove for warming up. Why? It was only the other day I had complained to Her Mostess our firewood was so cold it couldn’t burn.
Chores being taken care of all the live traps I had set a couple days ago have thoroughly cleared of any fish bait I had put in them by still another cat caught in the last one of them. Again I rattled that cage good and hard while swinging to wildly back and forth. That pus came out of that rap a gray streak headed home for the barn. I guess I’ll try baiting my traps with apple slices again. Has worked before cats not particularly partial to eating fruits.
Now while I’m thinking about it I must prepare my own traveling package filled with a couple Louie LaMoure western‘s.
Balderdash! I must get my mail mailed tomorrow, I also need to pick up a gallon of milk and a supply of iron tablets for my tired blood and milk for my bones, and maybe some beer. BGKC. .
Fernan

I struck Gold

Deciding to throw out the building mess rising upon my desk I went thru all the papers one by one including the aforethought bunches of nuisance advertising cluttering up my work and entertainment area. I was about to strike it rich. On opening some suspicious looking envelopes I struck gold. I found a long lost bank account filled with money, I found un-cashed checks, and the going through my dirty tux pockets for a recent fuel bill receipt for next year’s income tax filling I found cash. Cheese and crackers, I’ve found enough moneys I can think about maybe buying me a fishing license, a package wax worms, a can and tank of gasoline, and then go ice fishing. Now, not to get all excited, I’m only thinking about going ice fishing.
Holy smoke’ems, I’ve finally got that stubborn Tall Ollie’s speedometer drive installed including the bolting in and tightening it down. An almost impossible tight place to put a hand in and work it too, the job finished, my hands are feeling like cramping to show my mind’s determination was pushing them demanding to much of them. My word is there anything anymore a body may do with out objectionable picketers becoming involved.
Doing chores another stupid arsed cat got caught thinking it an easy fish dinner in a live trap. I wasn’t easy on the cat rattling it around good inside that trap before letting it loose. There’s just some lessons when these cats were kittens they aren’t remembering. The fish odor still strong I reset the trap for a possum. BGKC.
Fernan

Cold and sunny

Been a day for some accomplishments. Tom came out to play. Bro’ had managed to fix the speedometer drive. I just haven’t quite gotten it back in the tractor as of yet. Meanwhile I’m thinking on it.
Chip came over sharpened and serviced Tom’s chainsaw. Chip had also come up to my place with his metal detector and found my keys. They’s the same keys I had lost three days ago just before everything was snowed on (under) that very next day. Keys were right near the tractor where I had missed putting them in my pocket.
Saw Mike, and he’d made all my galvanized gate repair parts for me. (sniff) I missed all the fun. Oh well! The gate still needs the new pieces installed.
The new JD tire delivered yesterday, was mounted this morning, and installed this very afternoon. Its has been one fine day.
And, Ugly’s heater working better today the water turned on.
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Coming in every thing done a half hour before sunset, it ain’t quite right, but I’ll take it. I’ll also take my rattlers early and hope I stay awake long enough to stay to try and awake through supper. BGKC.
Fernan

One fine day

For 52 years it has never ceased to amaze me how easily it seams to me my arse is always in trouble. When 9:00AM rolled around, with my mate beside me, we were off and running to find her a book, lingerie, and some-thing pretty to wear.
First stop was the Clio senior center for crafts room yarn for Frieda’s knitting projects. Frieda makes receiving blankets for our favorite hospital for premature birth surprises. We also looked over the fine selection of books upon the book shelves. The books at the center may be purchased from two bit’s a paper back up to a buck for a hard cover. Out of a 7 book selection I got me another Louie Lamoure book and all for three dollars. Normally a lending library Frieda wanted to pay for them should one come-up missing during her stay in the horsepistol. I also borrowed a walker for Frieda’s use around Clio town, having forgotten to bring one of ours along with us.
Next stop, I dropped Frieda off at the Goodwill store for some odds and ends shopping, for the next to the best deals around here. Leaving her, I went on to our bank’s branch office to make some account adjustments. Then backtracked to TSC. To pick me up a couple wrenches and cat food.
My leaving TSC Goodwill was only but a couple doors west the TSC. Hmmmm, rather than pull out on state road M-57, Ugly more or less took for a short cross-country trip over a snow bank between the two parking lots, and what to my wondering eyes should I see, Herr Mostess picking them up and setting them down, her two feet and the walker’s four rubber tipped feet. Pulling up along side her she was in a more liking a Herr Clink mood so mad she was she had tears in her eyes while she laid her built up what-for‘s upon me. Good thing I was there so’s she let it all out. First and foremost they had no seats for a tired lady to rest upon. Add to that when she hadn’t found anything to her liking they denied her using their phone to call me, her shopping there done. Whew, was she steamed. So steamed she wouldn’t let me go back inside with her to let me see what I might find something for her!!!
Next stop I took down the road for a thrilling shopping experience at K-mart. Hey, I thought I had it made. Seeing on of them electric scooters in the handicap parking spaces I wheeled us right in beside it. Expecting no less than a rest full drive for her use we got her loaded aboard to fine the mechanical animal had died. Crap! Abandoning the scooter she had to walk in. Inside the doors I informed a kindly employee of the scooter’s dreaded condition. Concerned, she at least found Her Mostess a wheel chair for her seating for myself furnishing the power behind it to cover the store. The store watching the borrowed walker we were off covering the isles in some smooth style. Shopping light traffic was light. Getting around was easy. We found her lingerie, and some men’s socks. Wheeling her to housewares she found herself a slotted spoon, a colander sort of handled basket, and some closing-out glass soup bowls for less than half price. Everybody happy it were once more time to head us up and move us out.
Well leaving was a good idea in itself. Only when I had gotten her wheeled out to Ugly’s side she couldn’t get out of the chair on her own. Then I could not get her out of the chair on my own. It were about here we started drawing a crowd. Somebody holding the chair minus parking brakes, Frieda’s hands in my hands leaning back as in pulling, and two more folks hands under her arms we moved the cow…..er…..Frieda’s wedged in form out of the uncompromising wheel chair. What a relief getting out of that grabber. I hadn’t brought a tow bar along with us.
Three more stops: gasoline, non existent picnic paper plate holders (wont be in for another three weeks for spring sales), and dropping he walker back off at the senior center before going Otisville.
In Otisville we picked up Frieda’s one refilled prescription. Then slipped down Otisville’s whole half block business district for the Fairway store in high hopes Frieda finding yarn. She did manage to fine three scans and the encouraging info this store is no longer carrying Frieda’s preferred good yarn. Likely another product probably lost to dying USA manufacturing. We’ll likely have to bow to yak-yak processed wool from the Gobby Desert just as soon as some china-man figures out a way to get it to a container ship waiting at the coast????????
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While in Otisville I took Frieda out for a belated brunch at the corner café. Shucks, again Tara wasn’t working the tables today!
Getting back late I found myself in a panic to re-supply shelled corn before the weekend. In spite my hurrying it were no good. The Sixguys’ farm had started hauling out beans and I couldn’t get my shelled corn until next Tuesday. Oh well, now maybe that’s why our homemade northern chilli and cornbread is made the way it is?!
Back home again trailing disappointment behind me, I moved right on out to the hay yard to see to my ladies eating. Checking my traps, what do I see but just as figured there was one cat in one of them. And who should it happen to be but Sweetheart. To either show her a thing or two or to learn her another durn good lesson I let her cry out to me her predicament as I went about the ladies needs first AND THEN, when I got a round tuit, I gave Sweetheart a durn good shaking inside that wire trap before flipping it upside down for the trap door to flop open. And when it did She was gone leaving nary a track behind her moving over the snow back to the barn as if I had lit her afterburner.
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Getting in at about dark, having had a late brunch lunch I popped me some corn for a start. Now plan on finishing with a chunk of cheese and an apple. BGKC.
Fernan

More Yesterday

When I finally got out I had naturally started out behind and finished up my whole day that very same behinder way.
Well I got Herr clink over to her favorite hair dresser’s before moving on to my needed day’s grind. Whilst driving from one place to another I brought out my cell and celled a Michigan visitor Dan. We didn’t talk long or got into anything to awfully deep. The gentleman that he is was in our neighborhood for his brother fixing to go under the knife today. I did notice however he’s a very good listener.
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This evening’s plan is I’ll get Frieda over towards Clio for some dime books and wearing apparel shopping, underwear and something pretty to wear. Perhaps I can get rid of another box the adult dieties (depends). Perhaps I may also pickup another bag cat food.
I can remember a time when she didn’t have acute thing to wear on while I thought she were pretty enough. Wimmen????????
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Frieda’s been trying to tell me which cat in our barn cats mob is Charlie. Well I got picture proof positive of Charlie’s passing by visit today. Fact I got him and his only surviving sibling sister Sweetheart in the same shot. Charlie’s the closer of the two cats to me.

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This is picture of a flashlite what had been used by someone before me working on the house. Remarkably it is an old Everready still remarkably good working condition after I can’t venture a guess how long it has laid down there?

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Pictured here is a desperate attempt at catching some free spirited possums in live traps. Note the chewed holes in silage wrap intended to keep air out of these precious bovine food stuffs. The wind from the south or the direction of the barn and our cats, I baited each trap with the smelly good sardines splitting them three ways in the only traps I could find what weren’t frozen down somewhere.

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What a pee poor day it was for me accomplishing anything. Other than playing some an innumerable number rousing good solitaire card games, I for one brought in a goodly pile of firewood plus filled the city slickers shopping cart as well with more odd sized and shaped pieces firewood. BGKC.
Fernan

2-3-2010 Grain Grinding Day

....continued
GD, Herr Mostess is wound up tighter than a three dollar watch the last three days. She’s been yapping away about all the things she’s got to do these current days leading up to her knee replacement. She’s calling her girl friends wanting everybody going with her and all of them getting their hair done with her. She wants somebody to take her over to the senior center for some $0.10/pocket books (ten cent) buys. She wants somebody to take her lingerie shopping (XXXXL panties).
I’ve repeatedly offered to chauffer her the last couple days. She’s repeatedly turned me down every day. That is until this morning? All of a sudden it’s my fault she isn’t getting carted around? I wonder why?? So this morning she sounds as if it is all my fault her needs haven’t been immediately taken care of. Now she’s sounding like to save her civilization as she see’s it I’ve got to step up the Knight in shinning ((((amour)))) armor hero. And now, she’s this willingness to make me the scapegoat her willingness to forgive me all my hard hearted inattentiveness the very same day (it comes up any day every two weeks) I’m required to grind mixed feeds.
I-via! Going on almost fifty years I’ve almost figured her out… Only almost….. Not completely…..Which’ll never happen in my lifetime….(sigh)
This has got to be my pay-back for, “I admittedly only wanting her body!!!!!!”
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Here it is! A couple pictures of our mountainous snows what started out an unimpressive dry easily sweep away participation yesterday’s morning right on thru to what’s a sticky scenic beautifying snowy representation this morning. If I were to hardly work at it sweeping up an enough of the wet stuff I might pile up at least an inch of it somewhere?
This first picture seen is our last devastating snow storm :^), there are the three recently saved buckets ash, and three baskets I have already used one for a see through storage shelved animal medications container.

This second picture’s showing what’s left of current firewood pile (a full cord). For backup firewood I’ll use up the wood immediately stacked just left the Spruce Pine tree.

Busy, busy, busy, this may be my only contribution for yesterday and today. I not only need to grind, perhaps I can get Herr Mostess’s mind trying needs taken care of? Mine too!! Look out Clio, here we may just come? BGKC.
Fernan

2-2-2010 Ground Hog Day

Joe’s words remind me of two feelings.

One of them when I'm feeling oh so good I've often wished I could absorb somebody else's pain, particularly a child's.

The second of them was all pain's in the neck during my childhood and adolescent years. It seemed my neck had swelled so wide, high, and deep the pain seemingly something else. Mumps I had them twice or one side at a time. And when my dumb arsed wisdom teeth come in all of them singularly again the swelling and pain hardly making me handsome. My neck again so swollen it pitched my head so far of to the side Mom had me eating more dill pickles, them letting me stay home from school. Neck so swollen to watch the TV in an upright mode I had laid one way and the other to have watched in those days.

Weather wise we've gotten another smattering of teased snow gently laid upon us.

Admitted meany-while, I'm making plans to do in more like varmints those Pennsylvanians worship on pedestals. Them over sized dirt digging miss guided gopher varmints making holes so damned deep and wide I've near been thrown off the tractor to not even have spoken about the near destruction of tagged along haying equipment.

So keep well, EVERYBODY, as I'm putting a candle in the window for all of ya’s.
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A little past 3:30 PM, I’ve just been outside checking mail box and leaving a check for gas man. Egad’s, being one of them smaller two/three hundred pound pig’s, its been 2005 since it has been filled last. Wow! Hev, I got to get on the lady of the house for such wistful use my hard earned money to keep her cooker supplied wit fuel.

Having just come back in the house we’ve a wet snow lazily quietly drifting on seemingly up lifting airs to earth. Kind-a pretty watching it.
Reminds me that first December, January, and February; just married, no TV set, our sharing only one pair pajama‘s, ordinarily sickbay silly pajamas, between us to meet each other under a single blanket on the couch were we’d try to calmly sit and watch Great Lake Michigan’s lake effect snow fall’s fall outside our 2nd floor apartment’s picture window.
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Admittedly hating KP I goof off every opportunity I may think up a good excuse to get out of it. It’s 5:00 PM and I’m busily watching six bottled honey leftovers warming on the woodstove for an until now an unplanned consolidation. It’s just one more opportunity to look good in Her Mostess’s eyes since my before breakfast exercises withdrawing my bay window in and up for a couple moments vanity’s bliss.
Meanwhile (that is right, another meanwhile), earlier this afternoon I found my long lost camera tripod. Now if I can only find the instructions on how to take a delayed picture with my E-camera?
Fernan
To be continued......

My heart ain’t in it……

……while I continue trying my best to clean house. What I need to do here is close my eyes and just plainly chuck the junk and stuff we haven’t looked at for the last 15 yrs in the trash. Be easier squeezing more dishes or pantry supplies upon their rightful shelves in the once over crowded kitchen cabinets.
Came upon one spectacular find. A late 1920’s electric light fixture I had forgotten I put up on a top shelf, originally meant for over the kitchen sink. Sure glad I found that light fixture. Now, I no longer need keep my eyes open for it.
Found veterinary supplies scattered in three places. I thing I could use some wire baskets for repacking just one of the cabinets. One wire basket for healthy animal supplies.
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I just hate it when somebody tells me "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it, too". Damn right! What good is cake if a body can't eat it? BGKC.
Fernan