T was a relatively uneventful day. Up and at’em we put our trash out with the neighbor’s. Got rid of a grow garbage menace what had homesteaded our kitchen. Yesterday chopped rain and snowed on wood to wet to burn we had to go undercover for what few dry pieces at piled rest on a pallet beside the deck under a piece of plastic.
Going to shop never made it helped bro reset hid squeeze chute and feed his animals early. Then it was lunch time.
Lunch eatened Fillip drove us over to the Crossroads There I picked up some enamel primmer, paint, what we could get a new broom handle for the one I broke this morning. Also picked up some mending plates for use on the oil house. I paid my moneys and we left the hardware store with another gallon paint coming in tomorrow and enamel paint hardener in two weeks. Now, I need to find the doors and get them over to my friend who’d said he’d paint them for me in his heated garage. One more stop and we were gone back to the shop putting three hours. I jerked on the 1850’s drive shaft for an hour, Fillip taken over for another twenty minutes the cussed drive shaft slipped out for him. After I had given up the drive shaft removal I took on taking the Perkins front motor mount bolt out. I messed that up also (if we’re counting failures). Tom helping us the guys managed to install the engines lifting plates. Finishing the afternoon the motor mount bolt still needs coming out, the bicycle chain also needs to come off. Not to bad a day really if we don’t include the disappointment in our failure to carry in dry fire wood last night.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, December 30, 2011
12-29-2011 Woodlot visiting Day
The home’s wood box empty, a wood chopping day was required. I know some might take offense I and mine should presumably take a day off. Tough!! Fillip had finally emptied the wood-hauler again and none to soon. WD45 with wood hauler in tow the wood splitter in tow we turned right out the drive for the tenant farm in the hollow. Just log splitting it didn’t take long to load said W-H trailer. Backed up to the deck and covered we can carry its load into the house after dark. Getting close to a postponed lunch Fillip’s feeding the young’n’old ladies.
I’ve taken up the time to write some of this while telling Frieda how hard I did all the work After Fillip had brought me the logs to split and also carefully stack the split wood on the trailer. (grin) Gosh, his presents is a big help.
The afternoon would find us down the road. I in shop working on the 1850 Ollie and Fillip outside working upon the oil-house. A gentle windless snow fall, temps just above freezing it was a beautiful day for a productive working atmosphere.
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The afternoon didn’t go as I thought it might have gone as I had written it would. Getting back on the road arrival down the road later than intended we instead joined Bro’ in unwrapping more baked goods. This weekly task we finished just in time to see me delivered home in the last of the evening’s twilight. While we hadn’t gotten into the shop as I had hoped, we still had had a good day. When the log splitter wasn’t running right Tom had come out and tinkered with. The last time it quit we all quit and discussed (disgusted) what could really be wrong with the recently ailing motor. Myself commenting on the fuel tank had been siphoned dry the last time we used it running temperamentally and refueled with fresh gasoline, Tom disappeared coming back with some rubbing alcohol. The brave soul that he is he let me pour some the alcohol into the gas tank. A pull of the rope starting the engine once more, the engine ran like a top. Tom had cured the splitters temperamental ill’s. This was near it for the day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I’ve taken up the time to write some of this while telling Frieda how hard I did all the work After Fillip had brought me the logs to split and also carefully stack the split wood on the trailer. (grin) Gosh, his presents is a big help.
The afternoon would find us down the road. I in shop working on the 1850 Ollie and Fillip outside working upon the oil-house. A gentle windless snow fall, temps just above freezing it was a beautiful day for a productive working atmosphere.
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The afternoon didn’t go as I thought it might have gone as I had written it would. Getting back on the road arrival down the road later than intended we instead joined Bro’ in unwrapping more baked goods. This weekly task we finished just in time to see me delivered home in the last of the evening’s twilight. While we hadn’t gotten into the shop as I had hoped, we still had had a good day. When the log splitter wasn’t running right Tom had come out and tinkered with. The last time it quit we all quit and discussed (disgusted) what could really be wrong with the recently ailing motor. Myself commenting on the fuel tank had been siphoned dry the last time we used it running temperamentally and refueled with fresh gasoline, Tom disappeared coming back with some rubbing alcohol. The brave soul that he is he let me pour some the alcohol into the gas tank. A pull of the rope starting the engine once more, the engine ran like a top. Tom had cured the splitters temperamental ill’s. This was near it for the day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
12-27-2011 Interminably absent
Apparently loosing a day I offer this dull smidgen of totally unnecessary information that’ll bore any otherwise intelligent reader. (grin) So let me get to it, even if my conribution doesn’t make total sense. I might add forgiveness is a requirement demanded from any reader who may well know me any better than I know myself anymore. Bored yet? Read on, I’m working on it.
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Once Fillip and I got away from here we coffee clutched with another neighborhood family. Myself either missing or messing up my own breakfast opportunity our hosts household were serving silver dollar pancakes. Was a nicely different treat. I’m glad I hadn’t missed it. A couple cups coffee later Fillip and I were on our way. By a drugstore, the cat medicine we sought was unattainable, but we did buy milk. Next we stopped by the Crossroad’s the supermarket where my blood relative son demanded we procure cat food along with the animal wormer I was deciding on.
While we were out, Fillip ‘s carrying his paperwork we more’r’less slid into Mt Morris’s Secretary of State office to renew his teamsters driver’s license. Oh lawdy what an office full of standing room only and not much of that. Seeing that crowd and imagining sun down consuming us before Sneak would get to a friendly window, I retreated back to dumpy and retrieved a pink return slip…. ‘Twas a smooth move as he was called up within seconds. I felt so bad doing, proclaiming this act as one of self preservation we were up and out in minutes instead of hours.
On the road headed for home we encountered this ugly sight.
Poor driver’s car did a hundred and 180* turn then backing into this out of the way parking space the driver trying to avoid a deer determined to cross the road. Not so sure Dumpy could pull him back up onto the road we stood around offering our assistance as a last ditch compromise.
By’n’by a gentleman come along with a super heavy duty 4x4 with a mounted snow plow. His weight distribution better than Dumpy’s we supplied the snatch strap and a clevis to the need. That 4x4 did the job. Along with the driver’s health still in tact his car righted on the road the car hadn’t appeared to have suffered any ill effects itself. All was well what ended well.
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Home again for a belated lunch, afterward, Fillip took on feeding the animals, some volunteered house work, and sleuthing about for my two lost barnyard tuxedo’s. Me, I did the only real reasonable thing to do, I ducked out, on down the road, in the shop’s direction.
Feeling good in the most recent 20 or so hours headaches pain free I wasn’t looking for any wrenching nor over sized tractor parts tussling. I merely settled into Bro’s garage calmly, quietly, seated myself with a knife in hand ‘n’wrapped baked goods for animal feeding.
On Bro’s return I assisted in his animal feeding. Then we turned to more baked goods unwrapping until we simultaneously ran out of empty tubs and my safe driving it home daylight.
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On my return home I found Sneak had found my missing tuxes. The housework while having not suffered nor backslid any iota amount with no really eye opening improvement. I was assured the housework would still be with us the day next. (sigh) They’re days a body can’t win them all. (laughter here) But my headaches appear to have left me feeling much better.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Once Fillip and I got away from here we coffee clutched with another neighborhood family. Myself either missing or messing up my own breakfast opportunity our hosts household were serving silver dollar pancakes. Was a nicely different treat. I’m glad I hadn’t missed it. A couple cups coffee later Fillip and I were on our way. By a drugstore, the cat medicine we sought was unattainable, but we did buy milk. Next we stopped by the Crossroad’s the supermarket where my blood relative son demanded we procure cat food along with the animal wormer I was deciding on.
While we were out, Fillip ‘s carrying his paperwork we more’r’less slid into Mt Morris’s Secretary of State office to renew his teamsters driver’s license. Oh lawdy what an office full of standing room only and not much of that. Seeing that crowd and imagining sun down consuming us before Sneak would get to a friendly window, I retreated back to dumpy and retrieved a pink return slip…. ‘Twas a smooth move as he was called up within seconds. I felt so bad doing, proclaiming this act as one of self preservation we were up and out in minutes instead of hours.
On the road headed for home we encountered this ugly sight.
Poor driver’s car did a hundred and 180* turn then backing into this out of the way parking space the driver trying to avoid a deer determined to cross the road. Not so sure Dumpy could pull him back up onto the road we stood around offering our assistance as a last ditch compromise.
By’n’by a gentleman come along with a super heavy duty 4x4 with a mounted snow plow. His weight distribution better than Dumpy’s we supplied the snatch strap and a clevis to the need. That 4x4 did the job. Along with the driver’s health still in tact his car righted on the road the car hadn’t appeared to have suffered any ill effects itself. All was well what ended well.
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Home again for a belated lunch, afterward, Fillip took on feeding the animals, some volunteered house work, and sleuthing about for my two lost barnyard tuxedo’s. Me, I did the only real reasonable thing to do, I ducked out, on down the road, in the shop’s direction.
Feeling good in the most recent 20 or so hours headaches pain free I wasn’t looking for any wrenching nor over sized tractor parts tussling. I merely settled into Bro’s garage calmly, quietly, seated myself with a knife in hand ‘n’wrapped baked goods for animal feeding.
On Bro’s return I assisted in his animal feeding. Then we turned to more baked goods unwrapping until we simultaneously ran out of empty tubs and my safe driving it home daylight.
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On my return home I found Sneak had found my missing tuxes. The housework while having not suffered nor backslid any iota amount with no really eye opening improvement. I was assured the housework would still be with us the day next. (sigh) They’re days a body can’t win them all. (laughter here) But my headaches appear to have left me feeling much better.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
12-26-2011 Got high hopes…..
For something like two weeks my head has ben banged away with electrically energized momentary lightening headache strikes. What? I’m using to many adjectives? Well, I’ll tell my reader at their height they tired me out to the exstent when they came upon me in unexpected series (zap, zap, zap) they rocked me. So very glad I am Fillip is here. He’s taking over the driving, machine operation’s. There’s been no skill nor chainaw operating in my hands for days. Heez! I go to get back to these activities seriously like. We’re needing fire wood, got the oil house to finish before its buried in snow, and luckily have finally gotten Bro’ seeing the necessity of replacing an 1850’s Hydra-drive transmission. After that there’s still no Winter’s ends to the have to’s before Springs reawakening. Gosh, feeling blessed, I’ve wakened up without one them instantaneous electrical stabs to the back of my head. Seeing Eric the chiropractor was the could-de-graw for his sought out help last Friday. Mind you, liken Frieda’s suggesting I haven’t put one of Eric’s return tune-up’s out of mind yet. Biggest problem facing me these next few healing days is knowing my physical limitations. Thinken is, next few days if the weather turns snooty I should be able to wrench safely, inside, without any fears any worse than the occasionally dropped nut or bolt!
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I got-to make up a small immediate project recap: 1850’s transmission replacement, finish oil house, cut firewood. Then there’s the longer termed fun projects: Quad-ra-cycle, the Cushman Haulster, finish (works in progress) country Santa’s story book. And, how about the immediate transportation projects: Dumpy trucks body repairs (to make gear shifting easier (right) again), Ugly trucks transmission rebuilt, Green trucks engine rebuild and body repairs. Whew, sure glad I don’t have any more to do. But the, I’ve spotted some three (Cushman Eagle look a-likes) motor scooters for $250/00 each witch could come in handy motorized cattle rounder-uppers?
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Now a moment for yesterdays claims to incidentally un-cheered production’s fame: ground grain, next tractor repair project put in shop, plus some other incidental farm’s living chores, and just plainly worrying wearing me out tired over this whole trying to keep my even living as much fun as it had once been.
Well, so much for the morbid side of the golden years aging!!! What a bunch of propaganda-ed crapola! Now I feel better, this last writtened line spilled’n’off my mind!
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Opps, the sandman’s determination I neglected to finish this journal entry evening last. And, even at that I’ve evidently lost a day. Oh well ’ll write more into the next entry!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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I got-to make up a small immediate project recap: 1850’s transmission replacement, finish oil house, cut firewood. Then there’s the longer termed fun projects: Quad-ra-cycle, the Cushman Haulster, finish (works in progress) country Santa’s story book. And, how about the immediate transportation projects: Dumpy trucks body repairs (to make gear shifting easier (right) again), Ugly trucks transmission rebuilt, Green trucks engine rebuild and body repairs. Whew, sure glad I don’t have any more to do. But the, I’ve spotted some three (Cushman Eagle look a-likes) motor scooters for $250/00 each witch could come in handy motorized cattle rounder-uppers?
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Now a moment for yesterdays claims to incidentally un-cheered production’s fame: ground grain, next tractor repair project put in shop, plus some other incidental farm’s living chores, and just plainly worrying wearing me out tired over this whole trying to keep my even living as much fun as it had once been.
Well, so much for the morbid side of the golden years aging!!! What a bunch of propaganda-ed crapola! Now I feel better, this last writtened line spilled’n’off my mind!
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Opps, the sandman’s determination I neglected to finish this journal entry evening last. And, even at that I’ve evidently lost a day. Oh well ’ll write more into the next entry!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
12-26-2011 Got high hopes…..
For something like two weeks my head has been banged away with electrically energized momentary lightening headache strikes. What? I’m using to many adjectives? Well, I’ll tell my reader at their height they tired me out to the extent when they came upon me in unexpected series (zap, zap, zap) they rocked me. So very glad I am Fillip is here. He’s taking over the driving, machine operation’s. There’s been no skill nor chainsaw operating in my hands for days. Heez! I go to get back to these activities seriously like. We’re needing fire wood, got the oil house to finish before its buried in snow, and luckily have finally gotten Bro’ seeing the necessity of replacing an 1850’s Hydra-drive transmission. After that there’s still no Winter’s ends to the have to’s before Springs reawakening. Gosh, feeling blessed, I’ve wakened up without one them instantaneous electrical stabs to the back of my head. Seeing Eric the chiropractor was the could-de-graw for his sought out help last Friday. Mind you, liken Frieda’s suggesting I haven’t put one of Eric’s return tune-up’s out of mind yet. Biggest problem facing me these next few healing days is knowing my physical limitations. Thinken is, next few days if the weather turns snooty I should be able to wrench safely, inside, without any fears any worse than the occasionally dropped nut or bolt!
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I got-to make up a small immediate project recap: 1850’s transmission replacement, finish oil house, cut firewood. Then there’s the longer termed fun projects: Quad-ra-cycle, the Cushman Haulster, finish (works in progress) country Santa’s story book. And, how about the immediate transportation projects: Dumpy trucks body repairs (to make gear shifting easier (right) again), Ugly trucks transmission rebuilt, Green trucks engine rebuild and body repairs. Whew, sure glad I don’t have any more to do. But the, I’ve spotted some three (Cushman Eagle look a-likes) motor scooters for $250/00 each witch could come in handy motorized cattle rounder-uppers?
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Now a moment for yesterdays claims to incidentally un-cheered production’s fame: ground grain, next tractor repair project put in shop, plus some other incidental farm’s living chores, and just plainly worrying wearing me out tired over this whole trying to keep my even living as much fun as it had once been.
Well, so much for the morbid side of the golden years aging!!! What a bunch of propaganda-ed crapola! Now I feel better, this last writtened line spilled’n’off my mind!
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Opps, the sandman’s determination I neglected to finish this journal entry evening last. And, even at that I’ve evidently lost a day. Oh well ’ll write more into the next entry!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
For something like two weeks my head has been banged away with electrically energized momentary lightening headache strikes. What? I’m using to many adjectives? Well, I’ll tell my reader at their height they tired me out to the extent when they came upon me in unexpected series (zap, zap, zap) they rocked me. So very glad I am Fillip is here. He’s taking over the driving, machine operation’s. There’s been no skill nor chainsaw operating in my hands for days. Heez! I go to get back to these activities seriously like. We’re needing fire wood, got the oil house to finish before its buried in snow, and luckily have finally gotten Bro’ seeing the necessity of replacing an 1850’s Hydra-drive transmission. After that there’s still no Winter’s ends to the have to’s before Springs reawakening. Gosh, feeling blessed, I’ve wakened up without one them instantaneous electrical stabs to the back of my head. Seeing Eric the chiropractor was the could-de-graw for his sought out help last Friday. Mind you, liken Frieda’s suggesting I haven’t put one of Eric’s return tune-up’s out of mind yet. Biggest problem facing me these next few healing days is knowing my physical limitations. Thinken is, next few days if the weather turns snooty I should be able to wrench safely, inside, without any fears any worse than the occasionally dropped nut or bolt!
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I got-to make up a small immediate project recap: 1850’s transmission replacement, finish oil house, cut firewood. Then there’s the longer termed fun projects: Quad-ra-cycle, the Cushman Haulster, finish (works in progress) country Santa’s story book. And, how about the immediate transportation projects: Dumpy trucks body repairs (to make gear shifting easier (right) again), Ugly trucks transmission rebuilt, Green trucks engine rebuild and body repairs. Whew, sure glad I don’t have any more to do. But the, I’ve spotted some three (Cushman Eagle look a-likes) motor scooters for $250/00 each witch could come in handy motorized cattle rounder-uppers?
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Now a moment for yesterdays claims to incidentally un-cheered production’s fame: ground grain, next tractor repair project put in shop, plus some other incidental farm’s living chores, and just plainly worrying wearing me out tired over this whole trying to keep my even living as much fun as it had once been.
Well, so much for the morbid side of the golden years aging!!! What a bunch of propaganda-ed crapola! Now I feel better, this last writtened line spilled’n’off my mind!
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Opps, the sandman’s determination I neglected to finish this journal entry evening last. And, even at that I’ve evidently lost a day. Oh well ’ll write more into the next entry!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Christmas Day
It is 6:30PM and I’ve just wakened from a 3 ½ hour nap. It has been a relatively quiet day as day’s go. Everyone awoke in their own time. Shortly after I got up, I started dinner. Don’t remember having breakfast? Frieda was next having next finding string for my eventual piecing back together the sliced ham. Lastly Fillip arose requiring him to tend to and feed the animals.
While every body else was busy with whatever they were doing I peeled potatoes (spelled with an “E”), with my hunting knife, putting them on the wood stove to cook. The ham tied up I tooth picked pineapple rings and red’n’green maraschino cherries all over it. Then wondered at what temperature does one bake a previously cooked ham? Meanwhile somewhere in these preparatory times I had also peeled and cored a bowl full of cinnamon and nutmeg seasoned apple slices to fill a cooken glass pie plate. Over these apples I covered them with a mixed together oatmeal, brown sugar, and 1/8 pound stick of butter topping. Once the dessert assembled I put it in the oven when the roasted ham come out of the oven and watched from time to time until the dish’s contents had all melted down together.
To simplify dinner’s put together a couple cans and bottles were opened. A simple meal really, I had fun putting what there was of it together. Serving, explaining my hunting knife’s use I asked my eaters to pay no attention to any encountered gamy tastes; AND, be watchful of bones. Served, Susan had joined us for dinner taking with her some ham home to help us finish the leftovers this coming week.
Busiest activity all day of all us relaxed soul’s was that of restarting the woodstove fire as it repeat-ably continued going out.
Then what’d we all have for supper? Leftovers. What-else. Only differently. Why, because we all napped at different times. Like a bunch of fattened cats we all succumbed to slumber under individual needs. I was first. Frieda second and Fillip coming in last, if at all, if he had snoozed. Frieda’s nap the shortest she had made herself a sandwich and dished-up apple crisp. Not to sure about Fillip? I’ll just skip on a-long to myself. I had Fillip make me a couple ham sandwiches on whole wheat buns filled with a single slice of ham and what looked like a fist full of lettuce. Happy to see the lettuce it was a vegetable I had salvaged out of the surplus commodities of a week ago plus today’s fresh baked apple crisp. No more the ham Fillip had put on my sandwich, we’re going to suffer the land of eating leftovers for a much longer time. Nuts! It’s amazing how long the lettuce had lasted without turning brown even around the edges. Hopefully somebody will also eat a lettuce salad tomorrow. We’ll see tomorrow?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
While every body else was busy with whatever they were doing I peeled potatoes (spelled with an “E”), with my hunting knife, putting them on the wood stove to cook. The ham tied up I tooth picked pineapple rings and red’n’green maraschino cherries all over it. Then wondered at what temperature does one bake a previously cooked ham? Meanwhile somewhere in these preparatory times I had also peeled and cored a bowl full of cinnamon and nutmeg seasoned apple slices to fill a cooken glass pie plate. Over these apples I covered them with a mixed together oatmeal, brown sugar, and 1/8 pound stick of butter topping. Once the dessert assembled I put it in the oven when the roasted ham come out of the oven and watched from time to time until the dish’s contents had all melted down together.
To simplify dinner’s put together a couple cans and bottles were opened. A simple meal really, I had fun putting what there was of it together. Serving, explaining my hunting knife’s use I asked my eaters to pay no attention to any encountered gamy tastes; AND, be watchful of bones. Served, Susan had joined us for dinner taking with her some ham home to help us finish the leftovers this coming week.
Busiest activity all day of all us relaxed soul’s was that of restarting the woodstove fire as it repeat-ably continued going out.
Then what’d we all have for supper? Leftovers. What-else. Only differently. Why, because we all napped at different times. Like a bunch of fattened cats we all succumbed to slumber under individual needs. I was first. Frieda second and Fillip coming in last, if at all, if he had snoozed. Frieda’s nap the shortest she had made herself a sandwich and dished-up apple crisp. Not to sure about Fillip? I’ll just skip on a-long to myself. I had Fillip make me a couple ham sandwiches on whole wheat buns filled with a single slice of ham and what looked like a fist full of lettuce. Happy to see the lettuce it was a vegetable I had salvaged out of the surplus commodities of a week ago plus today’s fresh baked apple crisp. No more the ham Fillip had put on my sandwich, we’re going to suffer the land of eating leftovers for a much longer time. Nuts! It’s amazing how long the lettuce had lasted without turning brown even around the edges. Hopefully somebody will also eat a lettuce salad tomorrow. We’ll see tomorrow?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, December 23, 2011
some bits
On reaching the shop yesterday Bro’ announced he’d caught Grace (pet cow) playing with matches, herself setting a-flame a burn-pile by his hay-yard’s entrance. I don’t know? Seems we must keep an ever closer eye upon our ladies!
In all reality I have sneaking suspicion the fire was an accident. Burning permits are costing $’s and the purposes are totally ridiculous. A burn may only be 8’x8’x8’ in size. Their flames must be put out a dusk with water. If you should want to roast hotdogs and marshmallows this requires another permit. As miserably rotten day such as it was, people clustered about their warming fires in their homes or at work, in so to speak unaware what might be transpiring outdoors ideally missed any goings on’s in the neighborhood. It seems maybe a careless passerby may have started this day’s brush fire. Oh well such is life, accidents happen.
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Yesterday I prepared and delivered out of our larder two boxes groceries for another neighbor.
Personally, up and at’em first thing this morning I managed to have brought up to date all my household’s script we’ll need not to run out this next week. Seems with shortened medical attention hours around the neighborhoods, one had better not become ill….!
Speaking of Ill my waking up to the misery’s, I’ve been experiencing these last ten days to two weeks, this morning. Thumping Fillip into motion I had him drive me to the local chiropractor only to find he’d started his Xmas vacation a day early, as I’d found out three more calls later.
Finally finding one DC willing to return to his office, we enjoyed a quick sandwich, before our taking off for the town of Millington.
Doc Eric working his hands on magic, I come out of his office walking straighter/taller. So were the words of Fillip, and Frieda my returning home. And, pleasantly enough since leaving the good doc’s office I haven’t had a spell since. However I must sit up tight again an ice back off’n’on for at least the next couple days. Whew! Hopefully my wife's problem has been fixed, me!
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Opp’s just took another hit????? HumBug!
“Rainbows.”
On ice……
Fernan
In all reality I have sneaking suspicion the fire was an accident. Burning permits are costing $’s and the purposes are totally ridiculous. A burn may only be 8’x8’x8’ in size. Their flames must be put out a dusk with water. If you should want to roast hotdogs and marshmallows this requires another permit. As miserably rotten day such as it was, people clustered about their warming fires in their homes or at work, in so to speak unaware what might be transpiring outdoors ideally missed any goings on’s in the neighborhood. It seems maybe a careless passerby may have started this day’s brush fire. Oh well such is life, accidents happen.
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Yesterday I prepared and delivered out of our larder two boxes groceries for another neighbor.
Personally, up and at’em first thing this morning I managed to have brought up to date all my household’s script we’ll need not to run out this next week. Seems with shortened medical attention hours around the neighborhoods, one had better not become ill….!
Speaking of Ill my waking up to the misery’s, I’ve been experiencing these last ten days to two weeks, this morning. Thumping Fillip into motion I had him drive me to the local chiropractor only to find he’d started his Xmas vacation a day early, as I’d found out three more calls later.
Finally finding one DC willing to return to his office, we enjoyed a quick sandwich, before our taking off for the town of Millington.
Doc Eric working his hands on magic, I come out of his office walking straighter/taller. So were the words of Fillip, and Frieda my returning home. And, pleasantly enough since leaving the good doc’s office I haven’t had a spell since. However I must sit up tight again an ice back off’n’on for at least the next couple days. Whew! Hopefully my wife's problem has been fixed, me!
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Opp’s just took another hit????? HumBug!
“Rainbows.”
On ice……
Fernan
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Continued krummy day
I had a god night but shortly after rising for the day here they come. Those cussed electrical shocks just a shaking my entire being. I was no better off. Fillip watching my distress call Doc’s office. “What the Hell? They didn’t keep him for observation? We’ll see about getting you in for a MRI before January.
I did a lot of sitting around the house all morning. Experiencing some lower back discomfort during the night, Experiencing some questionable BM inconstancies I wondered if my sciatic nerves are pinched. Had Fillip take me over to my chiropractor for a lower back adjustment and see I that’d help? Great, found him closed Thursday. Have to go back tomorrow.
Was gotten out of the house after lunch gone to shop. Didn’t do much experiencing some inability to walk straight. Bummer! Sat a spell and unwrapped baked goods until all the bread was done. Then moseyed home for a continued early day. These headaches suck. Not driving, no power saw uses. I don’t get help soon, will have to find my own way to tighten up again over another malady. And, this is getting to be old hat.
Thankfully, tomorrow’s a new day!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I did a lot of sitting around the house all morning. Experiencing some lower back discomfort during the night, Experiencing some questionable BM inconstancies I wondered if my sciatic nerves are pinched. Had Fillip take me over to my chiropractor for a lower back adjustment and see I that’d help? Great, found him closed Thursday. Have to go back tomorrow.
Was gotten out of the house after lunch gone to shop. Didn’t do much experiencing some inability to walk straight. Bummer! Sat a spell and unwrapped baked goods until all the bread was done. Then moseyed home for a continued early day. These headaches suck. Not driving, no power saw uses. I don’t get help soon, will have to find my own way to tighten up again over another malady. And, this is getting to be old hat.
Thankfully, tomorrow’s a new day!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
12-21-2011 Crazed Out Day
A rain day it is and I’m completely fuzzed-up. Lighteninged like high voltaged instantaneous comin’n’goin’s bolts started early this very AM. By 9:00 AM Fillip was determined to take me to the horsepistol. I fought it suggesting meself be taken to Dr George. Doc’s office countermanded my wishes Doc’s boss, Mrs. George, insisting over my objections Fillip take me to the horsepistol. Telling Bro’ of my plight he drove us.
On arrival triage efficiency had me ushered in in no time. Deposited in a cubical I was left to set near 2 hrs before I was looked at. Then I was tempted, BP-ed, and talked too. Shortly thereafter I was directed to be cat-scanned. The Horsepistal Doc’s conferring together found nothing discharging me six hrs later without an admittance. Best I was given was prescription for valium to be taken 3/daily until gone. Crazy! I take them valiums in those quantities I’ll likely wake up dead on the other side? Valium’s a muscle relaxant! The heart is a muscle! Taking them things would be about equal to playing with loaded drugs Russian roulette.
My Bro’s return driven drive gathering us at 4:00PM, at about six mile from home here come the those damnable stricking pains again, like lightening bolts rising for my derriere climaxing inside my cranium. Home I’ve taken a couple them acetaminophens. Them’s about as heavy an unsubscribed drug I allow myself to take, let alone anything else what may jeopardized my hanging around getting even with my Old Lady.
Again over and done with yet another kind of running it was again 4:30 early evening‘s dark. There wasn’t even enough time left to again look at our tools let alone get them out. It’s been a perfectly crazed day!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
On arrival triage efficiency had me ushered in in no time. Deposited in a cubical I was left to set near 2 hrs before I was looked at. Then I was tempted, BP-ed, and talked too. Shortly thereafter I was directed to be cat-scanned. The Horsepistal Doc’s conferring together found nothing discharging me six hrs later without an admittance. Best I was given was prescription for valium to be taken 3/daily until gone. Crazy! I take them valiums in those quantities I’ll likely wake up dead on the other side? Valium’s a muscle relaxant! The heart is a muscle! Taking them things would be about equal to playing with loaded drugs Russian roulette.
My Bro’s return driven drive gathering us at 4:00PM, at about six mile from home here come the those damnable stricking pains again, like lightening bolts rising for my derriere climaxing inside my cranium. Home I’ve taken a couple them acetaminophens. Them’s about as heavy an unsubscribed drug I allow myself to take, let alone anything else what may jeopardized my hanging around getting even with my Old Lady.
Again over and done with yet another kind of running it was again 4:30 early evening‘s dark. There wasn’t even enough time left to again look at our tools let alone get them out. It’s been a perfectly crazed day!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, December 19, 2011
Invasion’s over’n’past
TG! The klepto drugies have come’n’gone. TG! Cleverest thing I could have done and it worked just hunky-dorily, I’d shipped Her Mostess out of the house over to her bestest girl friend's place for a day’s visit. And none to soon. Rat soon after I had returned home here they had come pulling into our driveway. With them they had supposedly brought up a load of more Fillips belongings. Checking some his bags they contained his Winter clothing he had thought he’d never seen again. He's delighted.
My grandson supposedly having made a deal for a transmission purchase had found the seller wouldn’t be home until after 6:00 this evening. He hadn’t a name, an address, nor a phone number. Well prepared aye what? My having explained Frieda's gone to another home for a rest. Fillip telling them she had gone to a close friend of her's for a visit. I’m sure they have plenty of bogus information to chew over on their ways back-home today. I had further explained we could not hang around here all day insisting we had work to do. Luckily Her Mostess gone they decided not to hang around for six hours I was pleased they had come and gone, real gone.
Fillip and I holding down the fort when they had divided some having moseyed into the house, our forces divided upon necessity, I came in to sit-out the house while Fillip unloaded his stuff. Sheesh! What a morning we had.
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Home at near 5:00 on the dot I took my rattlers leaving the driving to Fillip. Gone before I had drowned my rattlers I can only hope the as I write this Fillip has buriedly himself gotten lost going after his Mother. I’m hoping his whole one hour round trip drive will get them home before midnight.
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Our afternoon’s efforts putting together the new Oil House I finished laying most the floor. Fillip managed to nail in more blocking. Fillip had also….ah…..never mind! We did have a good time bringing that structure closer to usefulness with every hour we manage to put on it. Unfortunately tomorrow’s going to be another short day. Meanwhile I’m wondering when will I ever see a flurry of uncommitted days so’s I may have some uninterrupted days’n’hours to get something I want-done done?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
My grandson supposedly having made a deal for a transmission purchase had found the seller wouldn’t be home until after 6:00 this evening. He hadn’t a name, an address, nor a phone number. Well prepared aye what? My having explained Frieda's gone to another home for a rest. Fillip telling them she had gone to a close friend of her's for a visit. I’m sure they have plenty of bogus information to chew over on their ways back-home today. I had further explained we could not hang around here all day insisting we had work to do. Luckily Her Mostess gone they decided not to hang around for six hours I was pleased they had come and gone, real gone.
Fillip and I holding down the fort when they had divided some having moseyed into the house, our forces divided upon necessity, I came in to sit-out the house while Fillip unloaded his stuff. Sheesh! What a morning we had.
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Home at near 5:00 on the dot I took my rattlers leaving the driving to Fillip. Gone before I had drowned my rattlers I can only hope the as I write this Fillip has buriedly himself gotten lost going after his Mother. I’m hoping his whole one hour round trip drive will get them home before midnight.
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Our afternoon’s efforts putting together the new Oil House I finished laying most the floor. Fillip managed to nail in more blocking. Fillip had also….ah…..never mind! We did have a good time bringing that structure closer to usefulness with every hour we manage to put on it. Unfortunately tomorrow’s going to be another short day. Meanwhile I’m wondering when will I ever see a flurry of uncommitted days so’s I may have some uninterrupted days’n’hours to get something I want-done done?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sunday, December 18, 2011
3:00 AM again
This is my forth starting over writing this journal entry. Oh, I’ll save what I have written including all my privately voiced disappointments. But rather than publicize them here I’ll put them away for now and perhaps for always leaving them for discovery long after I’m gone. The whole bunch of uselesses beyond comprehension.
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Upon a brighter note Fillip and I made some headway upon the rabbit house conversion. In addition to making some reconstruction headway, we had also managed to pick-up and spirit away some lingering useless less than stellar salvageable debris. Some cut up for firewood, some for out’n’out trash, and some for recyclable scrap. Not much goes to waste around here. Biggest single improvement bringing the new use building closer to usefulness Fillip and I managed lay down maybe 80% of the plywood flooring. Some rather useless looking pieces of lumber under my power saw’s attention have found usefulness supporting roles under the remaining unfinished floorings.
Fillips taken to wrecking some more of the building. I’ll be glad when we’ve finally finished all the riddance of those materials needing relocating for the assembly looks of the final product.
Firewood holding up for the present perhaps we’ll see some major change in our reconstruction changes tomorrow. Bare with me…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Upon a brighter note Fillip and I made some headway upon the rabbit house conversion. In addition to making some reconstruction headway, we had also managed to pick-up and spirit away some lingering useless less than stellar salvageable debris. Some cut up for firewood, some for out’n’out trash, and some for recyclable scrap. Not much goes to waste around here. Biggest single improvement bringing the new use building closer to usefulness Fillip and I managed lay down maybe 80% of the plywood flooring. Some rather useless looking pieces of lumber under my power saw’s attention have found usefulness supporting roles under the remaining unfinished floorings.
Fillips taken to wrecking some more of the building. I’ll be glad when we’ve finally finished all the riddance of those materials needing relocating for the assembly looks of the final product.
Firewood holding up for the present perhaps we’ll see some major change in our reconstruction changes tomorrow. Bare with me…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Doing this’n’that
Started out to do something with the rabbit hutch….now I’ve no idea if we’ve accomplished anything. Whatever we might have done before lunch time is already beyond my memory. I did remember Dumpy hadn’t had a fuel drink for gosh I wish could remember how long? Wheeling left out of down yonder’s driveway I had wondered if we would even make it to a filling station?
Once we were out on the road Fillip and I stopped by Logan’s with a small bit of fancy junk we had retrieved dumpster diving a couple weeks ago. So ideally suited to the man’s nature when Sneak and I saw it we simultaneously thought of Logan. He’s was absolutely delighted with what he called a perfect gift. Who’d ever thought? ‘T’was another prime example it‘s not the gift….it’s the thought what counts.
Moving on down the road we filled Dumpy’s fuel tank with $3.06.99/gal for gasoline. Unbelievable!
Running on south into a close east side Flint burb the first stop Home Desperate. They didn’t Have the very first prime ingredient, the passive fiberglass light panel for the side wall. Nut’s. On the road again, merely crossing the street, we went to Lowalies. What they had wasn’t quite what I wanted but it was something that would suffice. Adding 2 green and 5 white plywood sheets, plus some 1”x4”x12’ treated green boards for the shed’s door. It wasn’t until we were our way home did I realize I had forgotten hardware. No problem we stopped by Ralph's hardware store at the Crossroads getting all we needed at discounted prices plus, A BIG-A PLUS, a free five gallon tin pail for ashes.
Lunched and the big animals fed here, Dumpy unloaded, bread unwrapped, at the other end. We fed the young ladies fed two bushels baked goods on way home. Maybe we’ll finish tomorrow with more done? Beyond all else the last couple days were happily enjoyed.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Once we were out on the road Fillip and I stopped by Logan’s with a small bit of fancy junk we had retrieved dumpster diving a couple weeks ago. So ideally suited to the man’s nature when Sneak and I saw it we simultaneously thought of Logan. He’s was absolutely delighted with what he called a perfect gift. Who’d ever thought? ‘T’was another prime example it‘s not the gift….it’s the thought what counts.
Moving on down the road we filled Dumpy’s fuel tank with $3.06.99/gal for gasoline. Unbelievable!
Running on south into a close east side Flint burb the first stop Home Desperate. They didn’t Have the very first prime ingredient, the passive fiberglass light panel for the side wall. Nut’s. On the road again, merely crossing the street, we went to Lowalies. What they had wasn’t quite what I wanted but it was something that would suffice. Adding 2 green and 5 white plywood sheets, plus some 1”x4”x12’ treated green boards for the shed’s door. It wasn’t until we were our way home did I realize I had forgotten hardware. No problem we stopped by Ralph's hardware store at the Crossroads getting all we needed at discounted prices plus, A BIG-A PLUS, a free five gallon tin pail for ashes.
Lunched and the big animals fed here, Dumpy unloaded, bread unwrapped, at the other end. We fed the young ladies fed two bushels baked goods on way home. Maybe we’ll finish tomorrow with more done? Beyond all else the last couple days were happily enjoyed.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
12-16-2011 A 5 AM memory’r’2
It’s 5:00 AM. I’ve made me-self a big cup of steaming tea sugared and a peppermint candy cane standing in it making a a different remember taste for this holiday’s treat memory.
In my mind I remember back that December when I taken my girl for a bride brand new. Our love haven grown over the last six months and a week I cherished her spit, sparkle, and shine. I took her shopping for all she needed. She was more fun than a brand new car. Her presents buried yet deeper into my own soul commenting whether she liked this or that all the bits of clothing I held up to her, had her try on for approval. My car never voiced oneway or another its pleasure/displeasure. My bride however so anxious to please her groom still also brand new liked everything the groom showed her had her try on and out of all these fashion’s trials and errors she wore his selections with pride and daring. She was so incredibly beautiful in my eyes, heart, and all so easy to please.
….This morning’s holiday tea is so delightfully tasteee….
I don’t remember whether Kalamazoo’s biggest department store’s name were Bloomindale’s, Macy’s, Gimble’s, or something else just as impressionable luxurious sounding. It was one of the first places I took my bride shopping. Under the Christmas seasons lights my pretty bride sparkled and twinkled swelling my heart to bursting proportions. I was so incredibly happy she had accepted me to share her life with. I wanted not but to lavish upon her all I could the best afford. We didn’t just walk through the fancily dressed store’s trimmings, It was more liking we danced, pranced, moved with merriment in our feet. I could scarcely feel the earth beneath me in her presents she had lightened my heart and soul. We bought little that day for my pocket was financially thin or better said flat. But we got to see and be seen. I wanted to share my heart’s feelings with the world. We did purchase three giant sized ornaments the biggest we had ever seen in both our lives combined. We‘d hang on our next years very own first Holiday tree. These bubbles were in part the beginning our Holiday traditions.
When we walked the streets our town by the Lake It was difficult my breaking old habits particularly when I was walking somewhere. My tall 6’5” height my 34” waist frame when I walked a straight line my long legs my bride’s limbs moving so quickly as to keep up with my sauntered steps her limbs movements looked liken a picket fence.
A couple second looks back doing things together shopping the Christmas season, attending a couple parties, coming home to snuggle by a warm fire life couldn’t have been better. Love’s commitment still brand new evenings exploring under a sofa blanket the evenings were to soon gone. New warmth in feelings accepting another soul side by side we were one building on those matters we had only dreamed of such a short few months a-fore. The twelve days of Christmas are the romantics’ best. December has been our loving-est cozy month of renewal all our married lives.
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As for my day, this is the next day. Damned if I remember what I did for my daily bread.?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
In my mind I remember back that December when I taken my girl for a bride brand new. Our love haven grown over the last six months and a week I cherished her spit, sparkle, and shine. I took her shopping for all she needed. She was more fun than a brand new car. Her presents buried yet deeper into my own soul commenting whether she liked this or that all the bits of clothing I held up to her, had her try on for approval. My car never voiced oneway or another its pleasure/displeasure. My bride however so anxious to please her groom still also brand new liked everything the groom showed her had her try on and out of all these fashion’s trials and errors she wore his selections with pride and daring. She was so incredibly beautiful in my eyes, heart, and all so easy to please.
….This morning’s holiday tea is so delightfully tasteee….
I don’t remember whether Kalamazoo’s biggest department store’s name were Bloomindale’s, Macy’s, Gimble’s, or something else just as impressionable luxurious sounding. It was one of the first places I took my bride shopping. Under the Christmas seasons lights my pretty bride sparkled and twinkled swelling my heart to bursting proportions. I was so incredibly happy she had accepted me to share her life with. I wanted not but to lavish upon her all I could the best afford. We didn’t just walk through the fancily dressed store’s trimmings, It was more liking we danced, pranced, moved with merriment in our feet. I could scarcely feel the earth beneath me in her presents she had lightened my heart and soul. We bought little that day for my pocket was financially thin or better said flat. But we got to see and be seen. I wanted to share my heart’s feelings with the world. We did purchase three giant sized ornaments the biggest we had ever seen in both our lives combined. We‘d hang on our next years very own first Holiday tree. These bubbles were in part the beginning our Holiday traditions.
When we walked the streets our town by the Lake It was difficult my breaking old habits particularly when I was walking somewhere. My tall 6’5” height my 34” waist frame when I walked a straight line my long legs my bride’s limbs moving so quickly as to keep up with my sauntered steps her limbs movements looked liken a picket fence.
A couple second looks back doing things together shopping the Christmas season, attending a couple parties, coming home to snuggle by a warm fire life couldn’t have been better. Love’s commitment still brand new evenings exploring under a sofa blanket the evenings were to soon gone. New warmth in feelings accepting another soul side by side we were one building on those matters we had only dreamed of such a short few months a-fore. The twelve days of Christmas are the romantics’ best. December has been our loving-est cozy month of renewal all our married lives.
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As for my day, this is the next day. Damned if I remember what I did for my daily bread.?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Win some-loose some
1st off I took a big-a bag of onions over to the food pantry outlet. As many the many people who’d showed up I should have taken two bags.
Went by the drug store for Fillip’s medications. There were no medications. Rite-aid corporate had messed up again.
Was close enough to lunch time by time I returned home, I lunched.
After lunch I made a trade deal with two just hanging inn there trailer tires mounted, holding air, on mobil-home trailer rims in exchange for two automobile hoods. Thought is using them under the skid beams noses to slid the oil house into position off the drive way. The auto hoods will act as the nose pieces so‘s those beam’s don‘t dig in or plow up the dirt in the area the shed‘s planned place is to come to rest.
While I was thinking about filling another two bushel tub with opened bake goods Bro‘ arrived with another full load surplus commodities. Dropping all else, even chores I hadn’t even started I got into unwrapping fruits and vegetables. While Bro’ removed the humongous boxes of baked goods into his garage and our shop for dry storage areas I had delved into preparing the fruits and vegetables for livestock feeding.
Separating food from plastic wrap I (including Fillip) we filled two field crates with numerous good eating bit of okay produce: oranges, bananas, celery, scallions, apples (2 kinds), lemons, carrots, hot house tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, a couple heads lettuce, and much more. There were umpteen packages fresh herbs and spices I tried saving for personal use. A couple field boxes we filled with cabbages, greens, lettuce, a lot of the same commodities I saved for ourselves, plus spuds. There was some other stuff to numerous my fleeting mind can’t remember. But I can write one sentence well enough. We’ve a dandy bonanza of good eating offering to fest upon the coming Holiday weeks; and, I haven’t even gotten to the baked goods yet. Good gosh Gerty. I’m drooling all over my anticipation’s key board….
Oh nuts! I had forgotten to grind grain today. I guess I know what I'll be doing 1st come morning. Duuh!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Went by the drug store for Fillip’s medications. There were no medications. Rite-aid corporate had messed up again.
Was close enough to lunch time by time I returned home, I lunched.
After lunch I made a trade deal with two just hanging inn there trailer tires mounted, holding air, on mobil-home trailer rims in exchange for two automobile hoods. Thought is using them under the skid beams noses to slid the oil house into position off the drive way. The auto hoods will act as the nose pieces so‘s those beam’s don‘t dig in or plow up the dirt in the area the shed‘s planned place is to come to rest.
While I was thinking about filling another two bushel tub with opened bake goods Bro‘ arrived with another full load surplus commodities. Dropping all else, even chores I hadn’t even started I got into unwrapping fruits and vegetables. While Bro’ removed the humongous boxes of baked goods into his garage and our shop for dry storage areas I had delved into preparing the fruits and vegetables for livestock feeding.
Separating food from plastic wrap I (including Fillip) we filled two field crates with numerous good eating bit of okay produce: oranges, bananas, celery, scallions, apples (2 kinds), lemons, carrots, hot house tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, a couple heads lettuce, and much more. There were umpteen packages fresh herbs and spices I tried saving for personal use. A couple field boxes we filled with cabbages, greens, lettuce, a lot of the same commodities I saved for ourselves, plus spuds. There was some other stuff to numerous my fleeting mind can’t remember. But I can write one sentence well enough. We’ve a dandy bonanza of good eating offering to fest upon the coming Holiday weeks; and, I haven’t even gotten to the baked goods yet. Good gosh Gerty. I’m drooling all over my anticipation’s key board….
Oh nuts! I had forgotten to grind grain today. I guess I know what I'll be doing 1st come morning. Duuh!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Rain day
Cussed Cushman refusing to start even after draining fuel filter. We pushed it off to one side just possibly for the rest of the winter. Meanwhile, while Cushman’s out of the way we positioned the splitter so one of us could back the load covered Dumpy truck in far enough into barn to split its wood load. Luckily the rains had subsided about the time Dumpy’s load had been burn-ably processed. Most the load to the back carried into the house that left to the front of the bed was dumped for later stacking. Other matters pressing we had to get us on the road.
While Sneak fed the ladies I had my choice of lunches. (hehe)
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Our dinner’s consumed we went shop. Not there long I had to come home before suffering one of the 102% fall-outs. No let up in the rain we went back to shop an unwrapped 17 bushel baked goods. Running out of two bushel tubs we decided to crunch it callin’ it a day.
Early off work we procrastinated our way into a neighbor’s house looking for that just right priceless cup coffee. ‘T’was Mad Madeline’s uncle and aunt’s place. I was wanting to know what Madeline’s favorite colors are. Frieda’s made some six’r’seven crocheted blankets and is fixing to send the pretty young Miss one of her works of art.
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Getting home at an unusual reasonable hour I slipped into the kitchen to assist Fillips preparations to make a simple pizza. Quick and easy to make and loaded with ingredients from the four major food groups (or was it three groups?). Wondrously a pizza contains everything a body needs. And, I’m thinken…..
[Darn it I was just writing away here having a thought to set down and forgot it before I could finish it!]
……a mixture 1/3 store bought eggnog with 2/3’s 2% milk makes a tasty companion drink with this Holiday’s time of year’s home made pizza‘s.
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Along another vain, I’m becoming thoroughly disgusted trying to fine building material prices and locations for two reasons. I want to know how much I’m spending, have I the funds to swing them. Secondly I’m looking for that single one stop location where I may make my purchases in one convenient swell swoop over a pre-selected trail (goin’n’comin‘ route).
Nuts! Not getting anywhere on line shopping I have to give it up. Sandman’s standing over me for one thing. For an other thing......
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.....My running out of words. It’s bed time…….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
While Sneak fed the ladies I had my choice of lunches. (hehe)
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Our dinner’s consumed we went shop. Not there long I had to come home before suffering one of the 102% fall-outs. No let up in the rain we went back to shop an unwrapped 17 bushel baked goods. Running out of two bushel tubs we decided to crunch it callin’ it a day.
Early off work we procrastinated our way into a neighbor’s house looking for that just right priceless cup coffee. ‘T’was Mad Madeline’s uncle and aunt’s place. I was wanting to know what Madeline’s favorite colors are. Frieda’s made some six’r’seven crocheted blankets and is fixing to send the pretty young Miss one of her works of art.
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Getting home at an unusual reasonable hour I slipped into the kitchen to assist Fillips preparations to make a simple pizza. Quick and easy to make and loaded with ingredients from the four major food groups (or was it three groups?). Wondrously a pizza contains everything a body needs. And, I’m thinken…..
[Darn it I was just writing away here having a thought to set down and forgot it before I could finish it!]
……a mixture 1/3 store bought eggnog with 2/3’s 2% milk makes a tasty companion drink with this Holiday’s time of year’s home made pizza‘s.
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Along another vain, I’m becoming thoroughly disgusted trying to fine building material prices and locations for two reasons. I want to know how much I’m spending, have I the funds to swing them. Secondly I’m looking for that single one stop location where I may make my purchases in one convenient swell swoop over a pre-selected trail (goin’n’comin‘ route).
Nuts! Not getting anywhere on line shopping I have to give it up. Sandman’s standing over me for one thing. For an other thing......
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.....My running out of words. It’s bed time…….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I’ve been found out
The other day (maybe a week) when Frieda’s traveling nurse had stopped I had happened to be here for a belated lunch. In her presence I had one of them mind and body shaking internally electrical storms my performing what looked like a private biological earthquake. Some of a spent-gun she’s turned me into our health-care provider. So yesterday I received a personal call upon my (not Home phone) cell phone I’m to make a post haste personal appearance before Doc. Oh crap! If I ain’t got enough trouble keeping myself together this could be another fractionally reducing the width and breadth of my neighborhood Shorthorn country activities. Fillip’s appointment yesterday I managed to postpone my commanded appearance until this afternoon. This trying to age gracefully is to soon becoming the (excuse my French) the shit’s!!!
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Opps, Forgot telling my near criminal intent surrender over an in the parking lot police chase evening last, story. So here’s my version the excitement. Having parked Dumpy in the Meijer Thrifty Acre parking lot just at sundown evening last, taking Fillips laptop ‘puter in the store with us for fear leaving unattended behind in Dumpy truck, for it’s safety sake being there on our return, we’d had it checked in on store entry before going shopping.
Pulling out our shopping lists, I marked our needs with codes so we weren’t backtracking for over looked listed needs. The shopping made easy we crossed the super store department through department cleanly and smoothly. The key, organization. Why, I had even managed the long checkout lanes honeying up to a cashier in the electronics department for a much ultra faster checkin’ out. Then it happened. Satisfied with our purchases, more than ready to depart the store’s helpfulness: A discount on a previously broken product packaging, a slight bit of slight at hand checking out, our passing through the out doors a bevy of lights, bells and whistles went off. Oh crap, was this for celebrity status or had something been overlooked in check out. Fillip’s positive thinking he announces, “That’s us!” I’m thinking, “What?” Thus to save time not passing go but rather heading straight for jail we return to the alleged scenes of our crimes. By and by a store hostess we see coming our way. I knew in a moment we had nothing to dread. The handsome lady approached us with security cops by her side. Rummaging through our purchases nothing was found. It was determined a magnet inside the ‘puter had set the alleged exiting shoplifters announcements off. Whew, the rest of the ride home remained uneventful.
We did however pass one what Fillip spotted was a ready to burn firewood pile a-side the ride home road. I nixed the stop fearing we could well have become an overly involved unseen traffic hazard in the night’s darkness and unusually heavy Holiday season shopping maniacs traffic out all over the roads. We were not alone! (grin)
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Did we accomplish anything today? I think so, in spite some of my morning could almost be classified as wasted. A useless trip into one burb was barely saved with cruise into a second adjacent burb where I dropped Fillips faux fur lined leather coat off to my favorite seamstresses for a hopefully simple zipper tang repair. Should be fixed by next wk this time.
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We did get some hours work done on the new slowly coming along Oil-House, the afternoon cut short for my Doc’s appointment. Into Doc’s office by 5 minutes of 3:00 PM we didn’t get out until 5 minutes of 6:00 PM. And then all I got was a calling promise I’ll be set up for an MRI brain. I can faithfully guarantee rat-now they’ll find nothing there. (smile)
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Our bags packed with an assortment of flashlight batteries, one jug milk and assorted medications we come home. Mom having told us earlier in the day she was making supper when we got home Fillip asking her what we were having, she answered, “Hungh?” Well, that question was answered. I asked Sneak, “Did you washout the slow cooker?” and I got a, “Hungh?”
Well now, This were we stood not that Sneak’s forgotten promise had anything to do with the lack of a prepared supper. I just plainly means Her Mostess had simply forgotten her promise. The unsightly cracked-pot condition had never been met by the Her Mostess’s eyes. Sneak however saved the moment. He managed to hustle us up a quick black olive pizza. I shall not heartedly recommend this concoction to even a potential enemy.
Here it is then my day I have had more then enough of. I change from day duds to night duds I’ll be well relaxed for sleep when I’m nodding off’s’on or is that on’n’off?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Opps, Forgot telling my near criminal intent surrender over an in the parking lot police chase evening last, story. So here’s my version the excitement. Having parked Dumpy in the Meijer Thrifty Acre parking lot just at sundown evening last, taking Fillips laptop ‘puter in the store with us for fear leaving unattended behind in Dumpy truck, for it’s safety sake being there on our return, we’d had it checked in on store entry before going shopping.
Pulling out our shopping lists, I marked our needs with codes so we weren’t backtracking for over looked listed needs. The shopping made easy we crossed the super store department through department cleanly and smoothly. The key, organization. Why, I had even managed the long checkout lanes honeying up to a cashier in the electronics department for a much ultra faster checkin’ out. Then it happened. Satisfied with our purchases, more than ready to depart the store’s helpfulness: A discount on a previously broken product packaging, a slight bit of slight at hand checking out, our passing through the out doors a bevy of lights, bells and whistles went off. Oh crap, was this for celebrity status or had something been overlooked in check out. Fillip’s positive thinking he announces, “That’s us!” I’m thinking, “What?” Thus to save time not passing go but rather heading straight for jail we return to the alleged scenes of our crimes. By and by a store hostess we see coming our way. I knew in a moment we had nothing to dread. The handsome lady approached us with security cops by her side. Rummaging through our purchases nothing was found. It was determined a magnet inside the ‘puter had set the alleged exiting shoplifters announcements off. Whew, the rest of the ride home remained uneventful.
We did however pass one what Fillip spotted was a ready to burn firewood pile a-side the ride home road. I nixed the stop fearing we could well have become an overly involved unseen traffic hazard in the night’s darkness and unusually heavy Holiday season shopping maniacs traffic out all over the roads. We were not alone! (grin)
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Did we accomplish anything today? I think so, in spite some of my morning could almost be classified as wasted. A useless trip into one burb was barely saved with cruise into a second adjacent burb where I dropped Fillips faux fur lined leather coat off to my favorite seamstresses for a hopefully simple zipper tang repair. Should be fixed by next wk this time.
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We did get some hours work done on the new slowly coming along Oil-House, the afternoon cut short for my Doc’s appointment. Into Doc’s office by 5 minutes of 3:00 PM we didn’t get out until 5 minutes of 6:00 PM. And then all I got was a calling promise I’ll be set up for an MRI brain. I can faithfully guarantee rat-now they’ll find nothing there. (smile)
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Our bags packed with an assortment of flashlight batteries, one jug milk and assorted medications we come home. Mom having told us earlier in the day she was making supper when we got home Fillip asking her what we were having, she answered, “Hungh?” Well, that question was answered. I asked Sneak, “Did you washout the slow cooker?” and I got a, “Hungh?”
Well now, This were we stood not that Sneak’s forgotten promise had anything to do with the lack of a prepared supper. I just plainly means Her Mostess had simply forgotten her promise. The unsightly cracked-pot condition had never been met by the Her Mostess’s eyes. Sneak however saved the moment. He managed to hustle us up a quick black olive pizza. I shall not heartedly recommend this concoction to even a potential enemy.
Here it is then my day I have had more then enough of. I change from day duds to night duds I’ll be well relaxed for sleep when I’m nodding off’s’on or is that on’n’off?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, December 12, 2011
12-12-2011 Accomplishments gone blew-y
Ever loose a day? That’s what it feels like today. I’ve been (we’ve been) busy, busy all day seemingly chasing our tails in circles as we’d gone along as it were.
We started out feeding our ladies and girls first thing, a noon hour switch out of the norm. Then took on the rabbit hutch for a spell working at it until we had accomplished the next phase I’d planned before lunch. Lunch later than usual left us with a shortened afternoon, an afternoon so short I don’t remember an accomplishment before we’d had to wrap the work day up to keep another Fillip’s medical appointment out’n’about the other side Flint, Fillip driving. A late afternoon appointment we were in’n’out before sundown.
Knowing we’d never make it home before dark I already had put together another shopping list. So it was, next stop Meijer’s Thrifty Acres. Top of the list: shower repair parts, Cat medications, and some Xmas day groceries principally a sugar cured ham ’n’ pineapple slices ‘n’ maraschino cherries, plus some other compulsive odds’n’ends bargained things. Then it was on our way home we go-ed/come.
Rainbows.”
Fernan
We started out feeding our ladies and girls first thing, a noon hour switch out of the norm. Then took on the rabbit hutch for a spell working at it until we had accomplished the next phase I’d planned before lunch. Lunch later than usual left us with a shortened afternoon, an afternoon so short I don’t remember an accomplishment before we’d had to wrap the work day up to keep another Fillip’s medical appointment out’n’about the other side Flint, Fillip driving. A late afternoon appointment we were in’n’out before sundown.
Knowing we’d never make it home before dark I already had put together another shopping list. So it was, next stop Meijer’s Thrifty Acres. Top of the list: shower repair parts, Cat medications, and some Xmas day groceries principally a sugar cured ham ’n’ pineapple slices ‘n’ maraschino cherries, plus some other compulsive odds’n’ends bargained things. Then it was on our way home we go-ed/come.
Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Gonna get a lot done Sunday
Well, the plan we were going to get a lot done day. Yeah right, that was the plan. (haha) A tree coming down on a fence it meant an instant forestry problem needing immediate attention. The rabbit hutch conversion was passed over again. Instant travel required forestry tools drive to get them. The drive also included looking for a sheet metal saw blade what was never found. An instant resourceful reversing a plywood blade I'd managed to cut what amounted to some badly elements damaged squirting likw metals off the ol’hutch building. That out of the way for a moment, Fillip finely freed helping Bro run down an electrical open circuit on the livestock trailer (another immediate diversion) our dreamed labors bringing that old building up to service standards an additional side track.
Both of us side by side heading out the back forty we soon found our target tree. Fillip let me saw the easier part of tree removal while he moved the brush away and loaded the custom cut firewood’s. This worked out well for me helping my labors last longer.
One tree cut up, another a potential problem near by I took it out also. The brush thrown out into the woodlot. The fire wood loaded, we were also charged with checking fence insulators. Found one slid low, another one totally missing, the fence’s were fixed. While we were out there I took us around the pasture perimeter in search for a known wood pile I hadn’t picked up after some last Spring’s cutting. By the time we were done we had a half a dump truck load of fire wood. This is helpfully working out to keep us all cozily warm all this winter.
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Lunched late, animals fed, the afternoon was our own to make some headway on the new oil-house. We were in flight again even if it were a short one.
Returning home some three or more hours later Fillip and I had put in a little more than a couple long afternoon hours work upon the old rabbit hutch. We also sat a bit in the waning twi-light of the evening unwrapping baked goods. While we had fallen short our goals for the day we had managed to something of achieving more than perhaps realized. I’ll chalk it up as having been a real good day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Well, the plan we were going to get a lot done day. Yeah right, that was the plan. (haha) A tree coming down on a fence it meant an instant forestry problem needing immediate attention. The rabbit hutch conversion was passed over again. Instant travel required forestry tools drive to get them. The drive also included looking for a sheet metal saw blade what was never found. An instant resourceful reversing a plywood blade I'd managed to cut what amounted to some badly elements damaged squirting likw metals off the ol’hutch building. That out of the way for a moment, Fillip finely freed helping Bro run down an electrical open circuit on the livestock trailer (another immediate diversion) our dreamed labors bringing that old building up to service standards an additional side track.
Both of us side by side heading out the back forty we soon found our target tree. Fillip let me saw the easier part of tree removal while he moved the brush away and loaded the custom cut firewood’s. This worked out well for me helping my labors last longer.
One tree cut up, another a potential problem near by I took it out also. The brush thrown out into the woodlot. The fire wood loaded, we were also charged with checking fence insulators. Found one slid low, another one totally missing, the fence’s were fixed. While we were out there I took us around the pasture perimeter in search for a known wood pile I hadn’t picked up after some last Spring’s cutting. By the time we were done we had a half a dump truck load of fire wood. This is helpfully working out to keep us all cozily warm all this winter.
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Lunched late, animals fed, the afternoon was our own to make some headway on the new oil-house. We were in flight again even if it were a short one.
Returning home some three or more hours later Fillip and I had put in a little more than a couple long afternoon hours work upon the old rabbit hutch. We also sat a bit in the waning twi-light of the evening unwrapping baked goods. While we had fallen short our goals for the day we had managed to something of achieving more than perhaps realized. I’ll chalk it up as having been a real good day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I Went to a vet…..
….for another opinion. Not that I don’t trust all of modern medicine’s new analysts views or wonder drugs. Making a few phone calls I finally hooked up with broad minded medical office of a veterinarian nature for a late morning appointment.
For or earlier morning’s entertainment Fillip and I made a few modifications to the rabbit hutch conversion. Using some ruler’s numbers I laid out a couple penciled in lines to saw through when I’ve more than enough time to get the tools out, use them, and put them away. Finding the hutch’s left having sagged ridiculously lower over night. We jacked it up, blocked it up, and left it to its own weight sway back the opposite direction. All of a sudden t was time to pick up a couple feline passengers and hit the road with them.
To the far western end Clio’s business district we found the medical facility I had called earlier. Almost hit it on the money wheeling the wrong driveway next door. Luckily with a connecting driveway Fillip correcting my slipshod navigation with his modifying instruction I got us up to the correct doors.
Inside the facility taking a temporary seat we hadn’t waited long we were all hustled into an inner sanctum treatment area. There scales were brought in for some weights. No guess-imation here. Further examination providing nothing found between the ears, hands on examination (oh, that tickled) upper and lower belly was good, no lumps or bumps either region. One shot, both medicated behind the neck, for flea allergies, Della and Stats, the cats were ready to go.
As purr-ty as all the women were in this establishment I may just take up animal ways for my next times medical assessments and treatments.
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No exactly bad boy accompanying a couple felines, we might just as well do some shopping (shoplifting as the case may be). We stopped by TSC to pick up Fillips forgotten package of the other day. I drove us around back the Goodwill store for shoplifting goods out of their trash dumpster. Walked away with four useful goods other day we’re using what totaled $300.00 retail had we honestly bought he stuff through some heavy shopping. This trip drew a near blank. Other day’s retrieval netted a heavy winter coat, a handy small fan we’re now using to better move the woodstove heat around the house, a hair fashions drier we may use for thawing out frozen water pipes, and something else(?). However, this’ne’s a now’n’then a well worth the occasional stop.
Next stop by passing Wally World we picked up socks for her Mostess’s feet. Then drove on back into the heart of Clio’s shopping district for bananas and oranges filling a shopping cart with all manner of culinary goodies. From there on home it was back roads all the way. Lunch’s dinner hour arriving right on 3:30 PM’s time it was 4:30 PM when we finished. Nuts, to late to start anything, hardy time enough to get the tools and immediately put them away before dark it was supposedly to late to worry about doing anything else.
My shoes taken off, phone rings, fence broken down the road. Shoes on again fence was a mess. Some idiots (more troops, 4Hers this time) had their own ideas as to how to ruin a good piece of wire I knew little about. And then they wonder why the animals keep walking out for long strolls?
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Good golly Molly:
One might think an 18 ½ hour sleep would be good for an old soul. Ha! I failed to finish this journal entry evening last fallen asleep some where’s about 8:00 PM. It’s 3:00 AM now my finishing it….before I slip again into some….zzzzzzz’s
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
For or earlier morning’s entertainment Fillip and I made a few modifications to the rabbit hutch conversion. Using some ruler’s numbers I laid out a couple penciled in lines to saw through when I’ve more than enough time to get the tools out, use them, and put them away. Finding the hutch’s left having sagged ridiculously lower over night. We jacked it up, blocked it up, and left it to its own weight sway back the opposite direction. All of a sudden t was time to pick up a couple feline passengers and hit the road with them.
To the far western end Clio’s business district we found the medical facility I had called earlier. Almost hit it on the money wheeling the wrong driveway next door. Luckily with a connecting driveway Fillip correcting my slipshod navigation with his modifying instruction I got us up to the correct doors.
Inside the facility taking a temporary seat we hadn’t waited long we were all hustled into an inner sanctum treatment area. There scales were brought in for some weights. No guess-imation here. Further examination providing nothing found between the ears, hands on examination (oh, that tickled) upper and lower belly was good, no lumps or bumps either region. One shot, both medicated behind the neck, for flea allergies, Della and Stats, the cats were ready to go.
As purr-ty as all the women were in this establishment I may just take up animal ways for my next times medical assessments and treatments.
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No exactly bad boy accompanying a couple felines, we might just as well do some shopping (shoplifting as the case may be). We stopped by TSC to pick up Fillips forgotten package of the other day. I drove us around back the Goodwill store for shoplifting goods out of their trash dumpster. Walked away with four useful goods other day we’re using what totaled $300.00 retail had we honestly bought he stuff through some heavy shopping. This trip drew a near blank. Other day’s retrieval netted a heavy winter coat, a handy small fan we’re now using to better move the woodstove heat around the house, a hair fashions drier we may use for thawing out frozen water pipes, and something else(?). However, this’ne’s a now’n’then a well worth the occasional stop.
Next stop by passing Wally World we picked up socks for her Mostess’s feet. Then drove on back into the heart of Clio’s shopping district for bananas and oranges filling a shopping cart with all manner of culinary goodies. From there on home it was back roads all the way. Lunch’s dinner hour arriving right on 3:30 PM’s time it was 4:30 PM when we finished. Nuts, to late to start anything, hardy time enough to get the tools and immediately put them away before dark it was supposedly to late to worry about doing anything else.
My shoes taken off, phone rings, fence broken down the road. Shoes on again fence was a mess. Some idiots (more troops, 4Hers this time) had their own ideas as to how to ruin a good piece of wire I knew little about. And then they wonder why the animals keep walking out for long strolls?
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Good golly Molly:
One might think an 18 ½ hour sleep would be good for an old soul. Ha! I failed to finish this journal entry evening last fallen asleep some where’s about 8:00 PM. It’s 3:00 AM now my finishing it….before I slip again into some….zzzzzzz’s
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, December 9, 2011
The Mourning After
I’m going to spare my reader even a pictured dose white yarn the morning after the annually celebrated adversity mine. After all it has been over a half century mine Frieda has been taking care of me since my Mom passed the mantle of taking care of me over to mine bride of old. The search for the predicted six months we’d never last has never either been found or discovered. It would seem the stat-is-crow will just have to continue.
She said she’d slept good last night. I’d been up and down a number of times making my usual rounds hauling water, feeding fire box, re-finding my slumber. All this went on all night long save for one misery-ing round. Entering the bathing room reaching vicinity of the crown’s throne I had found I made a crash landing upon the floor. Coffee hangover for that was my strongest drink all of the celebrated hours I put in yesterday. Wondering in surprise how I had gotten there I mustered up some serious strength to get to my feet even when I had no idea where they were. Twisting my torso so one or both my arms hands could find something to grip for my landing had found me hurting in a very cramped area. That was the first cramping, a second cramp unexpectedly found my left shin bone, with an excruciating pain taking over the muscle’s occupying space. I pulled more myself up than I pushed with my aching limbs. One of them anyway. Ah, the continued adventures of aging.
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Up and my rattlers sorted for drowning, Her Mostess commented my pills were more colorful than her’s:
As for yesterday’s celebrations I’ll tell no extremely white lied yarns. For my brides sake she got just what she wanted and deserved:
This is what we saw evening last approaching our home’s door. A broken cross arm:
This morning a consumer’s power line repair crew finally had gotten here to safely repair the damage in the better safer daylight:
After some discussion the youngest man of the crew having drawn the short straw is up there in that lifted bucket. Note the extra temporary gadgets used for his personal safety:
While we kept one eye upon the high-linemen out front Fillip fed the ladies, I made at least three fixes to the electric fence wires. No more pictures for our morning exercises it was lunch time.
Holy Smokers, speaking about co-incidentals, I found that long lost missing mini tool (or tackle) box filled with wiring terminals. I’d been telling Fillip to keep his eyes open for an orange box. Well I was close in my color description. It’ll be right on if I were to add some yellow to the original red, then amend my words then’ll be right on. (grin)
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Follows a rant:
Trying to make phone calls to Michigan’s DHS nobody’s there to answer the phone,
Trying to make another call to the Genesee Valley agency for the aged nobody’s there also to answer the phone.
Then there are all the social worker telling us what we’re eligible for, only to be denied when we apply. Then filling out compulsory forms upon forms we find ourselves loosing benefits we’ve already had. It’s some kind of a political paper chase the State is involving us seniour citizens to get us fed up with the system and give up so’s to as waste away into oblivion.
I relinquish the soap box, who’s next:
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Afternoon shop time little more was done on rabbit hutch conversion. The right side torn out yesterday, some what tied together today, Fillip ripped out the left side old hutch today. Building setting to close to ground for comfortable working on we picked it onto 8” concrete blocks on pieces plywood (non heavy freezing down plywood’s). All this activity leading us up to 4:30 PM I called it a day for two reasons. We needed a particular piece of construction lumber for the Hutch’s left side, plus there really wasn’t enough time to either start or finish another step in the new Oil House’s reconstruction.
Fillip’s supper concoction was less than stellar, but I ate it anyway cause I was hungry.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
She said she’d slept good last night. I’d been up and down a number of times making my usual rounds hauling water, feeding fire box, re-finding my slumber. All this went on all night long save for one misery-ing round. Entering the bathing room reaching vicinity of the crown’s throne I had found I made a crash landing upon the floor. Coffee hangover for that was my strongest drink all of the celebrated hours I put in yesterday. Wondering in surprise how I had gotten there I mustered up some serious strength to get to my feet even when I had no idea where they were. Twisting my torso so one or both my arms hands could find something to grip for my landing had found me hurting in a very cramped area. That was the first cramping, a second cramp unexpectedly found my left shin bone, with an excruciating pain taking over the muscle’s occupying space. I pulled more myself up than I pushed with my aching limbs. One of them anyway. Ah, the continued adventures of aging.
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Up and my rattlers sorted for drowning, Her Mostess commented my pills were more colorful than her’s:
As for yesterday’s celebrations I’ll tell no extremely white lied yarns. For my brides sake she got just what she wanted and deserved:
This is what we saw evening last approaching our home’s door. A broken cross arm:
This morning a consumer’s power line repair crew finally had gotten here to safely repair the damage in the better safer daylight:
After some discussion the youngest man of the crew having drawn the short straw is up there in that lifted bucket. Note the extra temporary gadgets used for his personal safety:
While we kept one eye upon the high-linemen out front Fillip fed the ladies, I made at least three fixes to the electric fence wires. No more pictures for our morning exercises it was lunch time.
Holy Smokers, speaking about co-incidentals, I found that long lost missing mini tool (or tackle) box filled with wiring terminals. I’d been telling Fillip to keep his eyes open for an orange box. Well I was close in my color description. It’ll be right on if I were to add some yellow to the original red, then amend my words then’ll be right on. (grin)
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Follows a rant:
Trying to make phone calls to Michigan’s DHS nobody’s there to answer the phone,
Trying to make another call to the Genesee Valley agency for the aged nobody’s there also to answer the phone.
Then there are all the social worker telling us what we’re eligible for, only to be denied when we apply. Then filling out compulsory forms upon forms we find ourselves loosing benefits we’ve already had. It’s some kind of a political paper chase the State is involving us seniour citizens to get us fed up with the system and give up so’s to as waste away into oblivion.
I relinquish the soap box, who’s next:
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Afternoon shop time little more was done on rabbit hutch conversion. The right side torn out yesterday, some what tied together today, Fillip ripped out the left side old hutch today. Building setting to close to ground for comfortable working on we picked it onto 8” concrete blocks on pieces plywood (non heavy freezing down plywood’s). All this activity leading us up to 4:30 PM I called it a day for two reasons. We needed a particular piece of construction lumber for the Hutch’s left side, plus there really wasn’t enough time to either start or finish another step in the new Oil House’s reconstruction.
Fillip’s supper concoction was less than stellar, but I ate it anyway cause I was hungry.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Pulled three ways to Sunday
Right out the drive we tackled shop work. This time we’re revamping a rabbit hutch for use as an Oil House. We’ve needed one for a ghastly long time. A building all its own fully devoted to farm oils, lubrication, plus no less than a place to keep paints, cleaners and varied fluids; anything flammable to be kept in a facility all their own safely kept away from endangering the shop.
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Now let us back the hours up. Yesterday I ran out of one my medications needing Doc’s refilling today. Oh what the heck, I called the druggist for filling all the rest my scrip’s. Nut’s!
I’ve just had to dig my travel list out of my pocket to finish a portion this writing. Two stops out of the way another super market stop needed for white vinegar. Down the street a block Dumpy needed gas. It figures I got there early enough I missed the upcoming nickel price lowering. Now, another long block, turn the corner for a last stop outlet store for all this merchant’s white yarn. Five crunched stops and I was all done.
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Back to the shop for the last of my afternoon Fillip and I worked on putting back together all that we had torn apart this morning. While we hadn’t gotten far, we’d made a good start.
This building was a rabbit hutch with multiple condominiums. The hutches coming out, a good floor and multiple shelves replacing them tires will stand on the floor along with bulk buckets of oils, grease, and fluids. It’ll also hold fuel cans. Then there are more multiple shelves for umpteen paint cans. This building will be a busy place.
This last snap shot displays the building’s framing and some damaged siding needing some addressing. This is just one more project. Hope to have it finished and parked out of the way by the coming weekend. That’ll be a good trick to pull off.
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A day visitor out by the shop commented upon my Brother’s behavior, “He’s the dumbest smart man he’d ever met.” the man had said. ROFLMAO, Fillip and I cracked up….
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Driving home the moon rising in the clear east-northeastern sky was full and the coolest white imaginable. Beautiful!
Dumpy truck parked our walking up to the house this evening Fillip looked up and saw the cross arm upon our electrical service pole cracked/splintered two/three ways. Looked to us the liken the insulator was about to either short out upon the wooden cross arm or the insulator slip enough to drop its primary line upon our service entrance. Now, that would make for a real hot/frying messy affair.
It tee’s me off, it took me a half hour or so to get in touch with the Consumers Power Company to report the accident waiting to happen and another three hours for some one to come out and officially look at it. Serious enough a work crew will supposedly be out yet this night to make a lasting repair. I don’t envy these high-line electricians.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Now let us back the hours up. Yesterday I ran out of one my medications needing Doc’s refilling today. Oh what the heck, I called the druggist for filling all the rest my scrip’s. Nut’s!
I’ve just had to dig my travel list out of my pocket to finish a portion this writing. Two stops out of the way another super market stop needed for white vinegar. Down the street a block Dumpy needed gas. It figures I got there early enough I missed the upcoming nickel price lowering. Now, another long block, turn the corner for a last stop outlet store for all this merchant’s white yarn. Five crunched stops and I was all done.
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Back to the shop for the last of my afternoon Fillip and I worked on putting back together all that we had torn apart this morning. While we hadn’t gotten far, we’d made a good start.
This building was a rabbit hutch with multiple condominiums. The hutches coming out, a good floor and multiple shelves replacing them tires will stand on the floor along with bulk buckets of oils, grease, and fluids. It’ll also hold fuel cans. Then there are more multiple shelves for umpteen paint cans. This building will be a busy place.
This last snap shot displays the building’s framing and some damaged siding needing some addressing. This is just one more project. Hope to have it finished and parked out of the way by the coming weekend. That’ll be a good trick to pull off.
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A day visitor out by the shop commented upon my Brother’s behavior, “He’s the dumbest smart man he’d ever met.” the man had said. ROFLMAO, Fillip and I cracked up….
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Driving home the moon rising in the clear east-northeastern sky was full and the coolest white imaginable. Beautiful!
Dumpy truck parked our walking up to the house this evening Fillip looked up and saw the cross arm upon our electrical service pole cracked/splintered two/three ways. Looked to us the liken the insulator was about to either short out upon the wooden cross arm or the insulator slip enough to drop its primary line upon our service entrance. Now, that would make for a real hot/frying messy affair.
It tee’s me off, it took me a half hour or so to get in touch with the Consumers Power Company to report the accident waiting to happen and another three hours for some one to come out and officially look at it. Serious enough a work crew will supposedly be out yet this night to make a lasting repair. I don’t envy these high-line electricians.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Pulled three ways to Sunday
Right out the drive we tackled shop work. This time we’re revamping a rabbit hutch for use as an Oil House. We’ve needed one for a ghastly long time. A building all its own fully devoted to farm oils, lubrication, plus no less than a place to keep paints, cleaners and varied fluids; anything flammable to be kept in a facility all their own safely kept away from endangering the shop.
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Now let us back the hours up. Yesterday I ran out of one my medications needing Doc’s refilling today. Oh what the heck, I called the druggist for filling all the rest my scrip’s. Nut’s!
I’ve just had to dig my travel list out of my pocket to finish a portion this writing. Two stops out of the way another super market stop needed for white vinegar. Down the street a block Dumpy needed gas. It figures I got there early enough I missed the upcoming nickel price lowering. Now, another long block, turn the corner for a last stop outlet store for all this merchant’s white yarn. Five crunched stops and I was all done.
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Back to the shop for the last of my afternoon Fillip and I worked on putting back together all that we had torn apart this morning. While we hadn’t gotten far, we’d made a good start.
This building was a rabbit hutch with multiple condominiums. The hutches coming out, a good floor and multiple shelves replacing them tires will stand on the floor along with bulk buckets of oils, grease, and fluids. It’ll also hold fuel cans. Then there are more multiple shelves for umpteen paint cans. This building will be a busy place.
This last snap shot displays the building’s framing and some damaged siding needing some addressing. This is just one more project. Hope to have it finished and parked out of the way by the coming weekend. That’ll be a good trick to pull off.
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A day visitor out by the shop commented upon my Brother’s behavior, “He’s the dumbest smart man he’d ever met.” the man had said. ROFLMAO, Fillip and I cracked up….
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Driving home the moon rising in the clear east-northeastern sky was full and the coolest white imaginable. Beautiful!
Dumpy truck parked our walking up to the house this evening Fillip looked up and saw the cross arm upon our electrical service pole cracked/splintered two/three ways. Looked to us the liken the insulator was about to either short out upon the wooden cross arm or the insulator slip enough to drop its primary line upon our service entrance. Now, that would make for a real hot/frying messy affair.
It tee’s me off, it took me a half hour or so to get in touch with the Consumers Power Company to report the accident waiting to happen and another three hours for some one to come out and officially look at it. Serious enough a work crew will supposedly be out yet this night to make a lasting repair. I don’t envy those guys.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Now let us back the hours up. Yesterday I ran out of one my medications needing Doc’s refilling today. Oh what the heck, I called the druggist for filling all the rest my scrip’s. Nut’s!
I’ve just had to dig my travel list out of my pocket to finish a portion this writing. Two stops out of the way another super market stop needed for white vinegar. Down the street a block Dumpy needed gas. It figures I got there early enough I missed the upcoming nickel price lowering. Now, another long block, turn the corner for a last stop outlet store for all this merchant’s white yarn. Five crunched stops and I was all done.
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Back to the shop for the last of my afternoon Fillip and I worked on putting back together all that we had torn apart this morning. While we hadn’t gotten far, we’d made a good start.
This building was a rabbit hutch with multiple condominiums. The hutches coming out, a good floor and multiple shelves replacing them tires will stand on the floor along with bulk buckets of oils, grease, and fluids. It’ll also hold fuel cans. Then there are more multiple shelves for umpteen paint cans. This building will be a busy place.
This last snap shot displays the building’s framing and some damaged siding needing some addressing. This is just one more project. Hope to have it finished and parked out of the way by the coming weekend. That’ll be a good trick to pull off.
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A day visitor out by the shop commented upon my Brother’s behavior, “He’s the dumbest smart man he’d ever met.” the man had said. ROFLMAO, Fillip and I cracked up….
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Driving home the moon rising in the clear east-northeastern sky was full and the coolest white imaginable. Beautiful!
Dumpy truck parked our walking up to the house this evening Fillip looked up and saw the cross arm upon our electrical service pole cracked/splintered two/three ways. Looked to us the liken the insulator was about to either short out upon the wooden cross arm or the insulator slip enough to drop its primary line upon our service entrance. Now, that would make for a real hot/frying messy affair.
It tee’s me off, it took me a half hour or so to get in touch with the Consumers Power Company to report the accident waiting to happen and another three hours for some one to come out and officially look at it. Serious enough a work crew will supposedly be out yet this night to make a lasting repair. I don’t envy those guys.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Pulled three ways to Sunday
Right out the drive we tackled shop work. This time we’re revamping a rabbit hutch for use as an Oil House. We’ve needed one for a ghastly long time. A building all its own fully devoted to farm oils, lubrication, plus no less than a place to keep paints, cleaners and varied fluids; anything flammable to be kept in a facility all their own safely kept away from endangering the shop.
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Now let us back the hours up. Yesterday I ran out of one my medications needing Doc’s refilling today. Oh what the heck, I called the druggist for filling all the rest my scrip’s. Nut’s!
I’ve just had to dig my travel list out of my pocket to finish a portion this writing. Two stops out of the way another super market stop needed for white vinegar. Down the street a block Dumpy needed gas. It figures I got there early enough I missed the upcoming nickel price lowering. Now, another long block, turn the corner for a last stop outlet store for all this merchant’s white yarn. Five crunched stops and I was all done.
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Back to the shop for the last of my afternoon Fillip and I worked on putting back together all that we had torn apart this morning. While we hadn’t gotten far, we’d made a good start.
This building was a rabbit hutch with multiple condominiums. The hutches coming out, a good floor and multiple shelves replacing them tires will stand on the floor along with bulk buckets of oils, grease, and fluids. It’ll also hold fuel cans. Then there are more multiple shelves for umpteen paint cans. This building will be a busy place.
This last snap shot displays the building’s framing and some damaged siding needing some addressing. This is just one more project. Hope to have it finished and parked out of the way by the coming weekend. That’ll be a good trick to pull off.
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A day visitor out by the shop commented upon my Brother’s behavior, “He’s the dumbest smart man he’d ever met.” the man had said. ROFLMAO, Fillip and I cracked up….
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Driving home the moon rising in the clear east-northeastern sky was full and the coolest white imaginable. Beautiful!
Dumpy truck parked our walking up to the house this evening Fillip looked up and saw the cross arm upon our electrical service pole cracked/splintered two/three ways. Looked to us the liken the insulator was about to either short out upon the wooden cross arm or the insulator slip enough to drop its primary line upon our service entrance. Now, that would make for a real hot/frying messy affair.
It tee’s me off, it took me a half hour or so to get in touch with the Consumers Power Company to report the accident waiting to happen and another three hours for some one to come out and officially look at it. Serious enough a work crew will supposedly be out yet this night to make a lasting repair. I don’t envy those guys.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Now let us back the hours up. Yesterday I ran out of one my medications needing Doc’s refilling today. Oh what the heck, I called the druggist for filling all the rest my scrip’s. Nut’s!
I’ve just had to dig my travel list out of my pocket to finish a portion this writing. Two stops out of the way another super market stop needed for white vinegar. Down the street a block Dumpy needed gas. It figures I got there early enough I missed the upcoming nickel price lowering. Now, another long block, turn the corner for a last stop outlet store for all this merchant’s white yarn. Five crunched stops and I was all done.
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Back to the shop for the last of my afternoon Fillip and I worked on putting back together all that we had torn apart this morning. While we hadn’t gotten far, we’d made a good start.
This building was a rabbit hutch with multiple condominiums. The hutches coming out, a good floor and multiple shelves replacing them tires will stand on the floor along with bulk buckets of oils, grease, and fluids. It’ll also hold fuel cans. Then there are more multiple shelves for umpteen paint cans. This building will be a busy place.
This last snap shot displays the building’s framing and some damaged siding needing some addressing. This is just one more project. Hope to have it finished and parked out of the way by the coming weekend. That’ll be a good trick to pull off.
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A day visitor out by the shop commented upon my Brother’s behavior, “He’s the dumbest smart man he’d ever met.” the man had said. ROFLMAO, Fillip and I cracked up….
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Driving home the moon rising in the clear east-northeastern sky was full and the coolest white imaginable. Beautiful!
Dumpy truck parked our walking up to the house this evening Fillip looked up and saw the cross arm upon our electrical service pole cracked/splintered two/three ways. Looked to us the liken the insulator was about to either short out upon the wooden cross arm or the insulator slip enough to drop its primary line upon our service entrance. Now, that would make for a real hot/frying messy affair.
It tee’s me off, it took me a half hour or so to get in touch with the Consumers Power Company to report the accident waiting to happen and another three hours for some one to come out and officially look at it. Serious enough a work crew will supposedly be out yet this night to make a lasting repair. I don’t envy those guys.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Promises Made
It ‘twas 1958, a relatively young man (22yrs) knowing what he was doing, a very young girl (21yrs) frightened near out of her wits, each ‘bout to each take life changing steps into brand new kind of life at any moment this very special evening.
The weather outside was frightful. Winds howling blowing snow into near impassible drifts falling before them. A car pulling up in front of a chapel the wind subsided, snow’s falling at rest, a cleared sky filled sparkling bright stars, it was a good omen. Two sets of foot prints made tracks in the snow across a parkway and up the steps to the chapel’s doors.
Inside the chapel their coats removed the a groom standing solid in his shoes, the bride stood her knees k-knocking. The groom assured the bride.
The potential bride blubbered real tears bawling her heart out exclaiming, “I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m not ready. I’m not to sure about this?!”
The prospective groom dabbing at the nervous bride’s eyes dried the tears away softly speaking these encouraging words, “Do it anyway. We’ll discus it all later.”
The brides response, simple and direst, “Okay!”
The grooms family arrives, his Mother and Brother. The pastor confident about his duties speaking to the bride, is suggesting, “When your parents come, my Girl, I’ll join you two in the chapel. If your parents don’t show up, Miss, I’ll join you two here in my study. And I‘ll make sure the whole congregation hears of it come next Sunday!”
Only a couple moments past the brides parents did show. Standing before the minister a couple/four candle softly lighting the seen, as the groom said his vows, his mother under her breath uttered, “I’m through!” Then as the bride affirmed her vows, her mother used, “I’ll give her six months?”
Leaving the church our combined lives full of promise we toured the town with our horns blaring announcing our union, another couples stake in the community.
Back at the house, the home I was leaving a wife on my arm our willingness to start another, the house was filled with surprising us guests. They were a welcomed support group after the turmoil we had gone through to us where we were.
“Best wishes! And Congratulations!” blessing joyously passed onto us, happily received, we left this party driving up the coast about twenty some miles to the first motel I knew of. Standing before the registration desk with pen in hand hovering over the card the groom had emptily headed forgotten who he was/his name, the bride sure of herself standing behind him confidently spoke his name dictating letter for letter from an alphabet the young man’s name, the couples combined Sir name for the first time, so’s he could fill in the card’s blank spaces.
Shown to a log cabined room, A fire newly laid cheerfully blazing away in a fireplace as we were about to assume our rolls for the first time. My bride knowing what she was doing with her bag retreated to the bathroom. I left to my own devices prepared myself pajama-ed to bed. Moments later here come the bride putting one knee on the humongous bed followed by the other like a cat, on all four’s she slowly approached me looking like a lynx about to devour her prey, me…! I wanted my mommy……! What had I done to last 55 lustrums.
Happy Anniversary my Dear Frieda.
The weather outside was frightful. Winds howling blowing snow into near impassible drifts falling before them. A car pulling up in front of a chapel the wind subsided, snow’s falling at rest, a cleared sky filled sparkling bright stars, it was a good omen. Two sets of foot prints made tracks in the snow across a parkway and up the steps to the chapel’s doors.
Inside the chapel their coats removed the a groom standing solid in his shoes, the bride stood her knees k-knocking. The groom assured the bride.
The potential bride blubbered real tears bawling her heart out exclaiming, “I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m not ready. I’m not to sure about this?!”
The prospective groom dabbing at the nervous bride’s eyes dried the tears away softly speaking these encouraging words, “Do it anyway. We’ll discus it all later.”
The brides response, simple and direst, “Okay!”
The grooms family arrives, his Mother and Brother. The pastor confident about his duties speaking to the bride, is suggesting, “When your parents come, my Girl, I’ll join you two in the chapel. If your parents don’t show up, Miss, I’ll join you two here in my study. And I‘ll make sure the whole congregation hears of it come next Sunday!”
Only a couple moments past the brides parents did show. Standing before the minister a couple/four candle softly lighting the seen, as the groom said his vows, his mother under her breath uttered, “I’m through!” Then as the bride affirmed her vows, her mother used, “I’ll give her six months?”
Leaving the church our combined lives full of promise we toured the town with our horns blaring announcing our union, another couples stake in the community.
Back at the house, the home I was leaving a wife on my arm our willingness to start another, the house was filled with surprising us guests. They were a welcomed support group after the turmoil we had gone through to us where we were.
“Best wishes! And Congratulations!” blessing joyously passed onto us, happily received, we left this party driving up the coast about twenty some miles to the first motel I knew of. Standing before the registration desk with pen in hand hovering over the card the groom had emptily headed forgotten who he was/his name, the bride sure of herself standing behind him confidently spoke his name dictating letter for letter from an alphabet the young man’s name, the couples combined Sir name for the first time, so’s he could fill in the card’s blank spaces.
Shown to a log cabined room, A fire newly laid cheerfully blazing away in a fireplace as we were about to assume our rolls for the first time. My bride knowing what she was doing with her bag retreated to the bathroom. I left to my own devices prepared myself pajama-ed to bed. Moments later here come the bride putting one knee on the humongous bed followed by the other like a cat, on all four’s she slowly approached me looking like a lynx about to devour her prey, me…! I wanted my mommy……! What had I done to last 55 lustrums.
Happy Anniversary my Dear Frieda.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
My (our) Day
Started out postponing breakfast for a morning spring born heifer mob who had gotten having a good time running loose about Biro’s neighborhood. Always on the ball, that bunch on the other end, I was informed I had to grind today. I don’t know how many day’s they’ve been without, I suggested they find a way to keep me better informed.
The baby bovines pushed home and gated, I put the dumpy truck backed up the grade for the feed-wagon’s hitching to Dumpy. A side trip to the elevator we had all the ingredients for a grind.
After lunch we replaced (again) the 4020’s sparkplugs, fed the animals, took splitter in tow for fix and went to shop. Well, this wasn’t all we did, only the highlights. It was a pretty day, one we proved we could enjoy. And, for best laid my plans for today, we can still do them tomorrow.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
The baby bovines pushed home and gated, I put the dumpy truck backed up the grade for the feed-wagon’s hitching to Dumpy. A side trip to the elevator we had all the ingredients for a grind.
After lunch we replaced (again) the 4020’s sparkplugs, fed the animals, took splitter in tow for fix and went to shop. Well, this wasn’t all we did, only the highlights. It was a pretty day, one we proved we could enjoy. And, for best laid my plans for today, we can still do them tomorrow.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Bulletin Update
Mid morning cell call the ground hunting blind was positively ID-ed. No bid was required as I already had owed a Sparky for a tow using his chain a few days ago. However now that a favor‘s return is involved a big-a time owing has been seriously reversed big time. Now, I‘m prettily sitting in the drivers set. Yup, I said driver‘s seat. Sparky even had the nerve I should deliver the blind, chair, and tote sack to his Loopy acres. The delivery was (is) another measure of what’s owed. (grin)
Sparky, may your every hunting outing be a successful one!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sparky, may your every hunting outing be a successful one!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Silence
There was a radio message from our President of the United States. I liked his voice. He sounded like a grandfather should sound like. He had a comforting voice one I liked listening to. He didn’t speak of good things around about that time. He used words I never heard before. I knew they weren’t good words by the way my parents spoke. Our home was then in total silence as if my parents were in mourning. Mr. Roosevelt spoke of a place called Pearl Harbor, an attack, our country was at war. Not many people had every heard of Pearl Harbor let alone where it was at. No TV in them days there were no instant pictures as to where it was at nor what the place looked like. Only words speaking of a big Pacific Ocean. How big was big. I had no idea. The only large body of water I had ever seen about that time was Lake Michigan each 4th of July when dad had driven us all to South Haven to see and visit his grandmother. Sitting a harbor pier, Dad showing me how to fish for perch with a cane pole in that lake that was so big to this little kid. I couldn’t see the other side and an ocean was even bigger? For the next four years national speed limits were only 35mph when we’d saved enough gas stamps to go anywhere. Dad was drafted three times, those induction notices from his marines, the navy, and army were rescinded because his civilian math and anti-aircraft gun inspections job was more important to the war effort.
To ever see what was going on in a whole world at war was seeing the movie theater news-reels. Good toys so hard to come by they were made of paper, wooden sticks, and olive drab paint; guns and machine guns, Paper air ports with paper air war planes. Paper layout with army camp tents, barracks, and parade fields. As children we played war games no body on the other side. We fought imaginary Germans and Japs.
Starting school fall of ‘41 saw class sizes double before New Years and double again before school’s out next vacation. 35 kids to a class half a day. Teachers having no time for a dyslectic kid (even before there was a name for it) my ass polished an oak bench across the hall from the principles office for days on end. I had learned to love the country, farm animals, and the solitude away from the to busy un-understanding people. My best teachers, Mom and Dad. Mon taught me how to tell time and I didn’t gt it right until she showed me how wrong. Dad patiently taught me a trade and the way of the forests and uplands.
Okay, I got carried away one thing invertibly leads into another.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
There was a radio message from our President of the United States. I liked his voice. He sounded like a grandfather should sound like. He had a comforting voice one I liked listening to. He didn’t speak of good things around about that time. He used words I never heard before. I knew they weren’t good words by the way my parents spoke. Our home was then in total silence as if my parents were in mourning. Mr. Roosevelt spoke of a place called Pearl Harbor, an attack, our country was at war. Not many people had every heard of Pearl Harbor let alone where it was at. No TV in them days there were no instant pictures as to where it was at nor what the place looked like. Only words speaking of a big Pacific Ocean. How big was big. I had no idea. The only large body of water I had ever seen about that time was Lake Michigan each 4th of July when dad had driven us all to South Haven to see and visit his grandmother. Sitting a harbor pier, Dad showing me how to fish for perch with a cane pole in that lake that was so big to this little kid. I couldn’t see the other side and an ocean was even bigger? For the next four years national speed limits were only 35mph when we’d saved enough gas stamps to go anywhere. Dad was drafted three times, those induction notices from his marines, the navy, and army were rescinded because his civilian math and anti-aircraft gun inspections job was more important to the war effort.
To ever see what was going on in a whole world at war was seeing the movie theater news-reels. Good toys so hard to come by they were made of paper, wooden sticks, and olive drab paint; guns and machine guns, Paper air ports with paper air war planes. Paper layout with army camp tents, barracks, and parade fields. As children we played war games no body on the other side. We fought imaginary Germans and Japs.
Starting school fall of ‘41 saw class sizes double before New Years and double again before school’s out next vacation. 35 kids to a class half a day. Teachers having no time for a dyslectic kid (even before there was a name for it) my ass polished an oak bench across the hall from the principles office for days on end. I had learned to love the country, farm animals, and the solitude away from the to busy un-understanding people. My best teachers, Mom and Dad. Mon taught me how to tell time and I didn’t gt it right until she showed me how wrong. Dad patiently taught me a trade and the way of the forests and uplands.
Okay, I got carried away one thing invertibly leads into another.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
funny-odd happening’s
Bulletin: Have found a monogrammed ground blind “Bone Collector” on one of Shorthorn country’s back forty’s. Not exactly knowing what to do with it, as I’ve no more need of one, marginal eye sight, my shooten day’s having come to an end, I’ve decided to give every interested party a chance at owning and using it for themselves. So, I’m suggesting all interested parties wishing to participate in my silent auction do it with hand delivered written bids placed inside hermetically sealed envelopes into my hand sooner than later so as I may determine the lucky bidder well before Christmas Eve’s eve.
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Rather than doing whatever everybody else had in mind to make my day a busy one Fillip and I managed to take a drive down this Shorthorn country’s shady lover’s lane cutting, splitting, and wood hauler toting home the dry firewood. The load was mostly dead dried up elm with a bit of gopher (poplar) mixed in. “Gopher wood? Put a piece on the fire and go for more.”
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“Twas a pleasant day woiking out back. Saw dear twice roughly a 1/4mi away: two coming out, seeing , turning around , flags waving as they retreated back into the wood; and, 2more nosing around in a passage way between an over grown fence row and a wood lot. The weather not to cold nor to warm was a comfortable temp hovering right about freezing.
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The firewood load backed to the deck, lunch eaten Fillip riding shotgun I went to see my banker. Got a few tips coming away feel financially better. Made a second stop behind the local Goodwill outlet. I took it upon myself seeing to Fillip’s kept happy with an occasional dumpster dive. We did alright: A $250.00 minimum priced fur lined leather overcoat for fillip, found a paper shredder for myself. It’ll be right handy fixing those papers I don’t want to discard in our weekly trash, and some other odds’n’ends we can thoroughly check out tomorrow. A third stop we were shopping TSC for some animal medications for our two cats.. Lastly we made a quick stop one the AutoZone stores for a turn signal flasher. Now all of Dumpy’s lights are working as they should be.
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Returning home Fillip And I took turns unloading the wood hauler into the house. Me first while Fillip made supper. Fillip finish that task after supper as my back while maybe it hadn’t gone out my back still had a couple sore spots. All this mornings labors fit into the house by 8:30PPM. It’d had been a crazy eventful mixed up day. A full load wood cut, all of gotten inside dry, a run into one of the burb’s, Fillips priceless coat acquisition, me an office letter shredder, Finding Sparky’s ground blind and chair, seeing wildlife scampering around outback.
Tomorrow’s outlook must include cleaning and testing 4020JD sparkplugs, once and for all fix a missing window screen so’s I may securely close a bedroom window. Wouldn’t hurt to take the wood splitter along and figure out why it had failed to run all day? Yup, it has been a very amusing and rewarding day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Rather than doing whatever everybody else had in mind to make my day a busy one Fillip and I managed to take a drive down this Shorthorn country’s shady lover’s lane cutting, splitting, and wood hauler toting home the dry firewood. The load was mostly dead dried up elm with a bit of gopher (poplar) mixed in. “Gopher wood? Put a piece on the fire and go for more.”
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“Twas a pleasant day woiking out back. Saw dear twice roughly a 1/4mi away: two coming out, seeing , turning around , flags waving as they retreated back into the wood; and, 2more nosing around in a passage way between an over grown fence row and a wood lot. The weather not to cold nor to warm was a comfortable temp hovering right about freezing.
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The firewood load backed to the deck, lunch eaten Fillip riding shotgun I went to see my banker. Got a few tips coming away feel financially better. Made a second stop behind the local Goodwill outlet. I took it upon myself seeing to Fillip’s kept happy with an occasional dumpster dive. We did alright: A $250.00 minimum priced fur lined leather overcoat for fillip, found a paper shredder for myself. It’ll be right handy fixing those papers I don’t want to discard in our weekly trash, and some other odds’n’ends we can thoroughly check out tomorrow. A third stop we were shopping TSC for some animal medications for our two cats.. Lastly we made a quick stop one the AutoZone stores for a turn signal flasher. Now all of Dumpy’s lights are working as they should be.
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Returning home Fillip And I took turns unloading the wood hauler into the house. Me first while Fillip made supper. Fillip finish that task after supper as my back while maybe it hadn’t gone out my back still had a couple sore spots. All this mornings labors fit into the house by 8:30PPM. It’d had been a crazy eventful mixed up day. A full load wood cut, all of gotten inside dry, a run into one of the burb’s, Fillips priceless coat acquisition, me an office letter shredder, Finding Sparky’s ground blind and chair, seeing wildlife scampering around outback.
Tomorrow’s outlook must include cleaning and testing 4020JD sparkplugs, once and for all fix a missing window screen so’s I may securely close a bedroom window. Wouldn’t hurt to take the wood splitter along and figure out why it had failed to run all day? Yup, it has been a very amusing and rewarding day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, December 5, 2011
12-4-2011 Sunday’s rest
“Twas a slow day as day’s go. Found hay feeder broken up. I put the ladies hay out without it. Took the broken and mangled pieces to the shop in hopes somebody would do something about it making fix.
I feel it coming, I’m about to blow my lid over the varied accusation these hay ring failures are either all my doing or fault.
The old ladies fed here, the un-bred heifers fed just down the road fed both hay and bread, Fillip and I unpackaged about seven bushel baked goods. Then took lunch and topped the afternoon of with a drive over to Otisville for Her Mostess’s scripts. Forgot about white yarn. Store probably wasn’t open anyway. Drove past both auto part merchants, they were closed. So the last diagnosis’s need for another tail lights flasher replacement will have to a-wait another day.
It had turned out to be a quiet day.
The day darkening as the clock face hands advanced it was feeling as if evening’s quiet time had started early.
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Enough of this, how about a couple pictures I took the time to take today:
This first snap shot is of the homemade frame I had added to the first sofa. We had to discard it so we could carry the old couch out to the road for trash pickup. While the original ideal frame was fastened to the sofa it also had caster under it for easy rolling upon the floor for cleaning.
While I hadn’t photographed the last sofa lift this last one wasn’t fastened to the sofa. It was more liking a box the two pieced sofa just set into it end to end. A much easier concept to work/deal with, to even include the easier feature moving the furniture into the house.
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This second snap shot is of the fiberglass clip I had gotten in a terrific good deal purchase a few days ago for my Dumpy truck‘s body repairs.
Internet information gleamed, down loaded, and studied, by the time I get to replacing Dumpy’s clip (clip=this whole one piece front end thingy) I’ll have the installation all planned out within my mind’s eye. Gosh I am already looking forward to the changes. This’ll be more fun than landscaping a model railroad’s built to scale modeled village.
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I’m already imagining the Dumpy’s painted colors visualizing the front end’s cab part a 1954’s bright GM red and the stake truck part of the bed and side boards painted a buff or light brown colorings the likes rainy weather stirs what’s thrown up all over the truck during nasty weather.
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Hokkem Smokems: I’m about 10 hours late posting this. Oh well. Say rah, say rah!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I feel it coming, I’m about to blow my lid over the varied accusation these hay ring failures are either all my doing or fault.
The old ladies fed here, the un-bred heifers fed just down the road fed both hay and bread, Fillip and I unpackaged about seven bushel baked goods. Then took lunch and topped the afternoon of with a drive over to Otisville for Her Mostess’s scripts. Forgot about white yarn. Store probably wasn’t open anyway. Drove past both auto part merchants, they were closed. So the last diagnosis’s need for another tail lights flasher replacement will have to a-wait another day.
It had turned out to be a quiet day.
The day darkening as the clock face hands advanced it was feeling as if evening’s quiet time had started early.
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Enough of this, how about a couple pictures I took the time to take today:
This first snap shot is of the homemade frame I had added to the first sofa. We had to discard it so we could carry the old couch out to the road for trash pickup. While the original ideal frame was fastened to the sofa it also had caster under it for easy rolling upon the floor for cleaning.
While I hadn’t photographed the last sofa lift this last one wasn’t fastened to the sofa. It was more liking a box the two pieced sofa just set into it end to end. A much easier concept to work/deal with, to even include the easier feature moving the furniture into the house.
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This second snap shot is of the fiberglass clip I had gotten in a terrific good deal purchase a few days ago for my Dumpy truck‘s body repairs.
Internet information gleamed, down loaded, and studied, by the time I get to replacing Dumpy’s clip (clip=this whole one piece front end thingy) I’ll have the installation all planned out within my mind’s eye. Gosh I am already looking forward to the changes. This’ll be more fun than landscaping a model railroad’s built to scale modeled village.
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I’m already imagining the Dumpy’s painted colors visualizing the front end’s cab part a 1954’s bright GM red and the stake truck part of the bed and side boards painted a buff or light brown colorings the likes rainy weather stirs what’s thrown up all over the truck during nasty weather.
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Hokkem Smokems: I’m about 10 hours late posting this. Oh well. Say rah, say rah!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Saturday, December 3, 2011
old out-new in
Today’s accomplishment was getting the old broken down couch out to the road the new couch up from the barn. The one gone out I had given it a 1”x6” planked lift plus casters screwing that one all together. This new sofa, two equal sectional equal though opposite ends I made a frame calling it a cradle. What it amounted to was an open bottomed box made of 1”x8” planks with additional 2” legs six places about the perimeter.
Readied I thought we were going to have carry Her Mostess outside with the old sofa. The furniture moving got easier
Into it Fillip and I lowered each end making the two pieces one. My lift kit has turned out rather nice. The body easily sitting down and marvelously even easier getting up and off from. I true delight for older folks the likes of what we’re coming to be. Nuts, found one exception. Frieda’s mentioned her feet aren’t touching the floor. Oops. Well, I’m not building another frame 2” shorter. She puts her feet up most the time, anyway. No complaint out of getting up and off the couch so not all’s lost. Another though if she hadn’t complained so about her difficulty getting up’n’off the old one.
Most importantly for the very nearest future necessity the wood hauler’s finally freed for toting home some desperately needed firewood.
I guess now I had better be preparing for a long Winter’s nap for I must be brightened seeing to how much of a cord of wood I can cut and haul home, each of the next good outdoor weather day‘s.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Today’s accomplishment was getting the old broken down couch out to the road the new couch up from the barn. The one gone out I had given it a 1”x6” planked lift plus casters screwing that one all together. This new sofa, two equal sectional equal though opposite ends I made a frame calling it a cradle. What it amounted to was an open bottomed box made of 1”x8” planks with additional 2” legs six places about the perimeter.
Readied I thought we were going to have carry Her Mostess outside with the old sofa. The furniture moving got easier
Into it Fillip and I lowered each end making the two pieces one. My lift kit has turned out rather nice. The body easily sitting down and marvelously even easier getting up and off from. I true delight for older folks the likes of what we’re coming to be. Nuts, found one exception. Frieda’s mentioned her feet aren’t touching the floor. Oops. Well, I’m not building another frame 2” shorter. She puts her feet up most the time, anyway. No complaint out of getting up and off the couch so not all’s lost. Another though if she hadn’t complained so about her difficulty getting up’n’off the old one.
Most importantly for the very nearest future necessity the wood hauler’s finally freed for toting home some desperately needed firewood.
I guess now I had better be preparing for a long Winter’s nap for I must be brightened seeing to how much of a cord of wood I can cut and haul home, each of the next good outdoor weather day‘s.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, December 2, 2011
Some wake up
I’d had a good sleep as sleep goes. Woke at 3”as per halving to take a short walk as usual. I checked the fire, then had me a small snack: a glass milk, couple cookies, and an apple. Not yet fully awake I laid down the sandman‘s dirty tricks still closing my eyes. I soundly slept until, I‘m just short of ashamed to say 6:30 AM. No normal wake up calling, it was a hot irreverent stabbing charliehorse in my right calf. I mean a mad act gripping instantly bringing me to my feet in one smooth determined on my feet start. Marching in place I managed step it out without an continued need for a valium. 
Sort of pooped for the start, gone nowhere walk, leg feeling better I laid back down. Then here comes Stats (cat) nuzzling my hand looking to get my hand busily petting him. My eyes morning watering, looking thru the passing sea of controlled tears I see the clock it’s hands telling me it’s an hour’n’half past my usual wakie time, an half hour past my rattler time. It was truly time to get up and prepare for my day. Up I go for a glass water, I bend in front the stove, open it and find it burning the last piece wood I had put in earlier. I poked at the pieces half charred woods and add another drier piece to enliven the flames morning’s warmth. That crazy cat’s just what we needed around here, a fur balled normal pain in the neck.
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Oh crap, what all happened today? Lets see, the Sun had come out today after it had snowen some last night. Visited with a neighbor over coffee this morning his TWP trying to deny him his right to farm. Regardless what the high’n’mighty muckity muckity echelon want to shove he can’t do down the man’s throat. I gave him a list of the neighbors most likely be on his side. Oh oops, I forgot to mention the man raises ponies. His neighbors are objecting. Any way its becoming more interesting everyday.
Before I knew it diner tie had overtaken me. Sitting here enjoying s cold dinner offering I be jiggered if my left leg didn’t want to get up and take a walk about. That cussed restless leg syndrome had decided to kick in regardless my mind against it. Hurrying my diner I was off’s’on walking it out and getting back to work. Then at that I drove Fillip and I right into an afternoon’s spirited in load of excess commodities Bro’ had run into Flint to haul home. Must have been a ton of perfectly good onions, a pallet load mixed fruits’n’vegetables (peppers banana’s, apples, and greens), 294 cubic feet baked goods. I saved us some better onions for ourselves and neighbors, plus our household is all set for bread and cakes for another month. Fillip has already put his monogram upon a whole box full a donut holes. Stingy!
I’ve got to get to bed soon ow. Headaches and electrical nervous system strikes passing through my nerves. Some of these spikes rattle my whole frame causing my family to repeatedly ask, “Are you alright?” Perhaps if I’m prone, blanket covered nobody will see another electrical flash. So, I’ve simply got to lie down. Nite-nite!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sort of pooped for the start, gone nowhere walk, leg feeling better I laid back down. Then here comes Stats (cat) nuzzling my hand looking to get my hand busily petting him. My eyes morning watering, looking thru the passing sea of controlled tears I see the clock it’s hands telling me it’s an hour’n’half past my usual wakie time, an half hour past my rattler time. It was truly time to get up and prepare for my day. Up I go for a glass water, I bend in front the stove, open it and find it burning the last piece wood I had put in earlier. I poked at the pieces half charred woods and add another drier piece to enliven the flames morning’s warmth. That crazy cat’s just what we needed around here, a fur balled normal pain in the neck.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh crap, what all happened today? Lets see, the Sun had come out today after it had snowen some last night. Visited with a neighbor over coffee this morning his TWP trying to deny him his right to farm. Regardless what the high’n’mighty muckity muckity echelon want to shove he can’t do down the man’s throat. I gave him a list of the neighbors most likely be on his side. Oh oops, I forgot to mention the man raises ponies. His neighbors are objecting. Any way its becoming more interesting everyday.
Before I knew it diner tie had overtaken me. Sitting here enjoying s cold dinner offering I be jiggered if my left leg didn’t want to get up and take a walk about. That cussed restless leg syndrome had decided to kick in regardless my mind against it. Hurrying my diner I was off’s’on walking it out and getting back to work. Then at that I drove Fillip and I right into an afternoon’s spirited in load of excess commodities Bro’ had run into Flint to haul home. Must have been a ton of perfectly good onions, a pallet load mixed fruits’n’vegetables (peppers banana’s, apples, and greens), 294 cubic feet baked goods. I saved us some better onions for ourselves and neighbors, plus our household is all set for bread and cakes for another month. Fillip has already put his monogram upon a whole box full a donut holes. Stingy!
I’ve got to get to bed soon ow. Headaches and electrical nervous system strikes passing through my nerves. Some of these spikes rattle my whole frame causing my family to repeatedly ask, “Are you alright?” Perhaps if I’m prone, blanket covered nobody will see another electrical flash. So, I’ve simply got to lie down. Nite-nite!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, December 1, 2011
A change’d be nice
Dear Loop:
I was so proud Dumpy truck’s behavior all day yesterday up'n'down our road rat up till the last pass coming in my own drive. Thought I'd come in the lower drive, skirted the sand'n'gravel piles, made up the first grade, coming around the bend the front tires slide sideways. I lost control, Dumpy's front tires sliding sides ways in the snow livened mud underneath. I thought I'd have to abandon Dumpy until this morning to move it on crispier frozen driveway footing. Before I got to fur away, a good Samaritan in passing on the road out front stopped and with a friendly chain brought Dumpy up on higher ground out of the consuming slippery/slimy greasy mud beneath the soggy snow. Then, I wish I could identify the good Samaritan who’d put it to me this declaration, "You owe me!" Hmmm, meanwhile, mum's the word.
First thing out of shop area this AM's going, I got to find and equip Dumpy with a couple clevises plus a tow strap and chain.
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Oh yeah, a special note for an afore mentioned neighbor I’ve an impotent message. You's and me got things to do. You getting yer snow blower out, my clearing my deck off.
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I sure could use a couple changes in the weather. First warm enough to melt this 1st snow fall off and away. Secondly turn cold enough I may enjoy 20*f temperatures, then bring on the dry snow falls. The right temperatures and a truly cold snow’s drier consistency, will make for bringing home drier cut and ready to stack instantly burnable firewood.
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I plans involving shop time, Fillip brought up again his need or his DOT physical approval papers (card). Okay, while we had clear dry roads and no employment calls I was on the internet searching for a physician doing such DOT services. A couple phone numbers and addresses for price and location comparisons, we were off. I, with my superior knowledge of the Flint area on a whole, I immediately got us lost. Trying to find directions face to face with people they were as ignorant as I had just practiced to get us where we where. Ah, but for my superior brain I celled one of the cheaper priced number’s and wallah was talked right in where we were supposed be. I’m not mentioning my embarrassment having driven by the establishment in the first passing. On arrival Fillip getting his part of the trip taken care of I delved into my truck-cabined filing attaché case and sorted out a pile of weight slips having needed sorting for some time. Another job done.
Fillip making a request his wanting go to the St Vincent De Paul store, as long as we were this deep into Flint I tuned left the next light, two’r’three miles we were there. Inside Fillip found three good pair jeans around his size. I found even more had he wanted to either gain or lose weight as needed to wear them.
Not to be out done, thinking of his mother I found her three books I thought she’d enjoy. I found me one them one cup insulated travel cups at a take me home price as well as one them “Brita” water purifying pitchers for a whole buck take me home too price. All the damage we could do to a 14dollar bill we were on our way SW this next leg our travels going to BestBuy my seeking some help with my last purchase. Nuts! Seems it was suggested I need to haul my ‘puter into the Geek Squad for an in-depth fix. I’ll see? Looks like I need to confer with my cyber neighbor’s for on line solutions to one my ‘puter problems first?
One more stop on our way home going by Thrifty Acres I stopped us in for some “Brita” filters to go along with the new found pitcher. Wallah, they had them for about $5.00@ three to a box. On the shelf the store’s offering for the same pitcher was running at $30.00@ on up. I guess I had indeed found us a bargain. Between getting home and doing my chores before dark I had beat sundown by only a half hour. Only a half hour daylight left it weren’t even enough time to turn it around let alone accomplish anything else today. I happily called it a day well spent.
And one last note, my half peeled banana still hasn’t been found as yet. Somebody’s suggested I may have lost it in my chair. My answer to that is I’ve had squishy experiences in my shorts before this; and, I hain’t experienced anything near as squishy upon my short’s outside (as I have had in them) sitting upon such a commoditized chair these last couple days.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I was so proud Dumpy truck’s behavior all day yesterday up'n'down our road rat up till the last pass coming in my own drive. Thought I'd come in the lower drive, skirted the sand'n'gravel piles, made up the first grade, coming around the bend the front tires slide sideways. I lost control, Dumpy's front tires sliding sides ways in the snow livened mud underneath. I thought I'd have to abandon Dumpy until this morning to move it on crispier frozen driveway footing. Before I got to fur away, a good Samaritan in passing on the road out front stopped and with a friendly chain brought Dumpy up on higher ground out of the consuming slippery/slimy greasy mud beneath the soggy snow. Then, I wish I could identify the good Samaritan who’d put it to me this declaration, "You owe me!" Hmmm, meanwhile, mum's the word.
First thing out of shop area this AM's going, I got to find and equip Dumpy with a couple clevises plus a tow strap and chain.
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Oh yeah, a special note for an afore mentioned neighbor I’ve an impotent message. You's and me got things to do. You getting yer snow blower out, my clearing my deck off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sure could use a couple changes in the weather. First warm enough to melt this 1st snow fall off and away. Secondly turn cold enough I may enjoy 20*f temperatures, then bring on the dry snow falls. The right temperatures and a truly cold snow’s drier consistency, will make for bringing home drier cut and ready to stack instantly burnable firewood.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I plans involving shop time, Fillip brought up again his need or his DOT physical approval papers (card). Okay, while we had clear dry roads and no employment calls I was on the internet searching for a physician doing such DOT services. A couple phone numbers and addresses for price and location comparisons, we were off. I, with my superior knowledge of the Flint area on a whole, I immediately got us lost. Trying to find directions face to face with people they were as ignorant as I had just practiced to get us where we where. Ah, but for my superior brain I celled one of the cheaper priced number’s and wallah was talked right in where we were supposed be. I’m not mentioning my embarrassment having driven by the establishment in the first passing. On arrival Fillip getting his part of the trip taken care of I delved into my truck-cabined filing attaché case and sorted out a pile of weight slips having needed sorting for some time. Another job done.
Fillip making a request his wanting go to the St Vincent De Paul store, as long as we were this deep into Flint I tuned left the next light, two’r’three miles we were there. Inside Fillip found three good pair jeans around his size. I found even more had he wanted to either gain or lose weight as needed to wear them.
Not to be out done, thinking of his mother I found her three books I thought she’d enjoy. I found me one them one cup insulated travel cups at a take me home price as well as one them “Brita” water purifying pitchers for a whole buck take me home too price. All the damage we could do to a 14dollar bill we were on our way SW this next leg our travels going to BestBuy my seeking some help with my last purchase. Nuts! Seems it was suggested I need to haul my ‘puter into the Geek Squad for an in-depth fix. I’ll see? Looks like I need to confer with my cyber neighbor’s for on line solutions to one my ‘puter problems first?
One more stop on our way home going by Thrifty Acres I stopped us in for some “Brita” filters to go along with the new found pitcher. Wallah, they had them for about $5.00@ three to a box. On the shelf the store’s offering for the same pitcher was running at $30.00@ on up. I guess I had indeed found us a bargain. Between getting home and doing my chores before dark I had beat sundown by only a half hour. Only a half hour daylight left it weren’t even enough time to turn it around let alone accomplish anything else today. I happily called it a day well spent.
And one last note, my half peeled banana still hasn’t been found as yet. Somebody’s suggested I may have lost it in my chair. My answer to that is I’ve had squishy experiences in my shorts before this; and, I hain’t experienced anything near as squishy upon my short’s outside (as I have had in them) sitting upon such a commoditized chair these last couple days.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
No disappointments
Even before I awoke I did not hear any winds howling through the attic or whistling under the eves. I knew before I looked outside it’d be pretty and a shame to spoil it with this man’s foot prints making muddy black pot holes contaminating the scene.
But sadly looking forward there’ll be the dark side, I’ll leave behind, trudging through this first snow footprints reminding me of the mud underneath. Sadly this first snow wont last. It’s beauty will wane in the next dew days and this first given teaser of what’s to come it’ll be gone.
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Now for the facts of life I woke at 3:00 AM. Made a water haul and looked for a snack to appease my stomach for a satisfied feeling for a return to bed and continued snooze. Unable to find a thing to eat we’d brought home from the market I settled for a banana. With banana peeled half way back a bite taken I looked out the door. Saw all that lovely snow whilst taking another bite and got the bright idea to take a picture even if it were a night time partial affair. Then I down loaded the photo to ‘puter and the start of another journal entry. Then I took to even put in a KP stint doing a couple sink fulls of dishes. Another hour gone by my rattler time had come around again. Those sorted and taken the rest of the household had started to stir. Coffee made, tired of looking for the goodies again I realized I hadn’t finished my banana. I took to looking or it never finding it. When the rest of this households souls were up and around I asked if anyone had seen where I had laid my banana. I got laughs. I get no respect! Fillip up I confronted him with my need of some solid nourishment. Where’d he hide everything? He gave in and had soon dug everything out. And nobody else had still seen my banana.
Light enough to see the landscape beyond the deck’s gates the Sun as coming up and the snow had painted a spectacular picture the changing wind direction placing snow dressing up’n’down the trees east’n’west’n’north sides the trees. Limbs sagged heavily under the frozen loads laden upon them. Some of these heavy weights had even brought down a number of trees. The morning’s Sun made a Gillian numbers of sparkles twinkle under the rising Sun’s influence. It has been a wondrous day to take in and enjoy the beauty of our season’s first snow fall.
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Three to four inches wet stick fallen snow it was make scrap time the deck’n’ramp. Then for an extra laugh I wrote a note sticking within the shovel hand placing it where our meals on wheels deliverer would find and read it, I wrote, “Willy, will you mind shoveling our snow!”
Shop time found us picking up, cleaning up, putting away tools. The expired transmission and transfer case were loaded on a pallet and parked upon Ol’Blue's cargo deck. Sawdust on covering the shop floor use to pick up spills was swept up and deposited in the trash.
Breaking for lunch, no one had yet found my half eaten banana. What I did get was more irreverent laughter! (cretins‘) to go with my lunch….
Time rolled around, fed ladies, gassed 4020JD with three 5gal cans gas. Then for more shop amusement I filled old juice bottles with used motor oils. Filled a lot of them. Still have more to go tomorrow until I’ve run out of bottles.
To go along with the afternoon’s fun I was ambushed again as usual. I put Fillip off onto the task his needed assistance with Bro’s chores. After that the trash was eventfully packaged and put out for roadside pickup. An hour from quitting time It was cold footed time to give it up. A body can only take so much. Besides tomorrow is another day. Meanwhile I’m more than pleased with today’s efforts We had accomplished all that I had wanted to make it a completely satisfying day. And, still no-one has found my banana….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
But sadly looking forward there’ll be the dark side, I’ll leave behind, trudging through this first snow footprints reminding me of the mud underneath. Sadly this first snow wont last. It’s beauty will wane in the next dew days and this first given teaser of what’s to come it’ll be gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now for the facts of life I woke at 3:00 AM. Made a water haul and looked for a snack to appease my stomach for a satisfied feeling for a return to bed and continued snooze. Unable to find a thing to eat we’d brought home from the market I settled for a banana. With banana peeled half way back a bite taken I looked out the door. Saw all that lovely snow whilst taking another bite and got the bright idea to take a picture even if it were a night time partial affair. Then I down loaded the photo to ‘puter and the start of another journal entry. Then I took to even put in a KP stint doing a couple sink fulls of dishes. Another hour gone by my rattler time had come around again. Those sorted and taken the rest of the household had started to stir. Coffee made, tired of looking for the goodies again I realized I hadn’t finished my banana. I took to looking or it never finding it. When the rest of this households souls were up and around I asked if anyone had seen where I had laid my banana. I got laughs. I get no respect! Fillip up I confronted him with my need of some solid nourishment. Where’d he hide everything? He gave in and had soon dug everything out. And nobody else had still seen my banana.
Light enough to see the landscape beyond the deck’s gates the Sun as coming up and the snow had painted a spectacular picture the changing wind direction placing snow dressing up’n’down the trees east’n’west’n’north sides the trees. Limbs sagged heavily under the frozen loads laden upon them. Some of these heavy weights had even brought down a number of trees. The morning’s Sun made a Gillian numbers of sparkles twinkle under the rising Sun’s influence. It has been a wondrous day to take in and enjoy the beauty of our season’s first snow fall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Three to four inches wet stick fallen snow it was make scrap time the deck’n’ramp. Then for an extra laugh I wrote a note sticking within the shovel hand placing it where our meals on wheels deliverer would find and read it, I wrote, “Willy, will you mind shoveling our snow!”
Shop time found us picking up, cleaning up, putting away tools. The expired transmission and transfer case were loaded on a pallet and parked upon Ol’Blue's cargo deck. Sawdust on covering the shop floor use to pick up spills was swept up and deposited in the trash.
Breaking for lunch, no one had yet found my half eaten banana. What I did get was more irreverent laughter! (cretins‘) to go with my lunch….
Time rolled around, fed ladies, gassed 4020JD with three 5gal cans gas. Then for more shop amusement I filled old juice bottles with used motor oils. Filled a lot of them. Still have more to go tomorrow until I’ve run out of bottles.
To go along with the afternoon’s fun I was ambushed again as usual. I put Fillip off onto the task his needed assistance with Bro’s chores. After that the trash was eventfully packaged and put out for roadside pickup. An hour from quitting time It was cold footed time to give it up. A body can only take so much. Besides tomorrow is another day. Meanwhile I’m more than pleased with today’s efforts We had accomplished all that I had wanted to make it a completely satisfying day. And, still no-one has found my banana….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Another day…….
….of continued rain to dampen our souls….er….soles. On rising looking out the doors the stuff was steadily coming down, a soak-er if there ever was one. A soak-er Weatherman’s suggesting it’s a light one. He isn’t looking at it from the same angle I am. So, looks like anther good day to hole up in the shop. Been informed Tom had welded some nuts to the damaged crank bolts, removed the flex plate (some still call it a flywheel), and mounted the engine upon an engine stand, the 1st one I had already gotten out. I’d like to package the remaining heavy parts on a pallet and find a place to out of the way park it.
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Of little interest to anyone else, I’m supposing, I awoke at one of my usual times. On a day the likes of his wet one the timings okay. Thankfully I needn’t have to be on time for an off the farm job. (smiles) ‘Sides I’ve plenty to entertain me today as in any other day I wake up to. I must have a satisfying one yesterday. In a quarter hour before the cloud cover Sun had gone down, an earlier than been usual supper eaten, an early snoozer, even earlier to bed, I had forgotten to get the trash out. Likely just as well. Our packaged trash could very well fall apart today in the paper sacks I normally use. They’d be plentily twine tied packaged for this morning‘s land fill contribution.
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About 1st accomplishment for today I’ve set in motion the WiFi’s instrument all tidily hooked up and hopefully working. A mc-button pushed there’s least there’s a light on. Only one more step to go. That’s reading the operation’s disc. DamnedifIknow where it’s at, particularly after Sneak had spirited it away?
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Dreaming just before waking up I was visualizing Frieda away back when we were visiting Mom’s house one earlier Easter. I could visibly see her sitting in one of Mom’s chairs quietly napping in my mind‘s eye. She was wearing one of my bulkier plaid wool work shirts.
She was so pretty, totally unaware, my enjoying the vision of her quiet beauty carrying our first child. I don’t know what it was? It seemed to me there was an aura of satisfaction about her while at the same time. My Mom’s advice those moments, “Leave her alone. She needs her rest.” as if I were, a wanton-lover, a slave-driver, wanting to see her busily doing something too. (me?)
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Today’s single accomplishment:
Fillip and I managed to repair all off Dumpy’s lights. The head lights a radio light the only working filaments yesterday. Finding a combination short and open circuit in one tail light I declared in an assertive voice we’re replacing these poorly working tail lights with new ones. Hardest part was getting the old ones off.
Having to go to town, not to sure the lights, our plan was to be home before dark. Surprise, on the way towards town the lights all seemed to come alive on their own. Knowing we had turn signal and hazard lights again to town by time we got to town we had tail lights. Leaving for home after the last stop we had dash lights and the heater blower was working. I’ll take these small accomplishments without question.
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Backing the truck up I had two disapointments today. First one was an accidental discovery the Ol’Blue’s transmission case was cracked near ¾’s the way around the bell housing. (Big time NUTS!) It was a good thing we had power washed it yesterday, or I’d never seen that crack. While in town conferring with one of our parts suppliers I was informed the internal parts this newer 700R transmission weren’t fit-able in the older 350 GM automatic. (feeling low major disappointment) However, finding right supplier the right 350 GM automatic overhaul kit can be had for $89.00. I can cut that. Oh well, I might just as well take the 700R apart for the scrap to satisfy my own curiosity as to whether there are any salvageable useful parts for the old 350 GM trans.
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The drive home I had to let Fillip drive us. Darkening much earlier than usual under heavily overcast skies my vision had drastically diminished. Pulling into the driveway we were just a moment ahead of a freezing sticking combo wet sleet’n’snow fall. The ramp was turning into a continuously slipperier toboggan slide as we carried in our Save-A-Lot groceries. Expecting to come into a warm house, disappointment took me over the winds howling about changing direction, the house was doing its up-most to shelter us, let alone broil us. This was what I got for wanting extra warmth after a cold day facing the elements.
An hour passing since I had taken my rattlers I felt cold. So cold I imagined my only option was to dress down to my usual comfort level. Taking care of the laundry first that is just what I did. Then snuggled in under my wrapped-around pulled in tight blanky while I listened to Fillip fix (he’d said it) a ten minute supper. I’m so hungry my jaws hurt. When I’m fed I see an early evening in my immediate future.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
….of continued rain to dampen our souls….er….soles. On rising looking out the doors the stuff was steadily coming down, a soak-er if there ever was one. A soak-er Weatherman’s suggesting it’s a light one. He isn’t looking at it from the same angle I am. So, looks like anther good day to hole up in the shop. Been informed Tom had welded some nuts to the damaged crank bolts, removed the flex plate (some still call it a flywheel), and mounted the engine upon an engine stand, the 1st one I had already gotten out. I’d like to package the remaining heavy parts on a pallet and find a place to out of the way park it.
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Of little interest to anyone else, I’m supposing, I awoke at one of my usual times. On a day the likes of his wet one the timings okay. Thankfully I needn’t have to be on time for an off the farm job. (smiles) ‘Sides I’ve plenty to entertain me today as in any other day I wake up to. I must have a satisfying one yesterday. In a quarter hour before the cloud cover Sun had gone down, an earlier than been usual supper eaten, an early snoozer, even earlier to bed, I had forgotten to get the trash out. Likely just as well. Our packaged trash could very well fall apart today in the paper sacks I normally use. They’d be plentily twine tied packaged for this morning‘s land fill contribution.
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About 1st accomplishment for today I’ve set in motion the WiFi’s instrument all tidily hooked up and hopefully working. A mc-button pushed there’s least there’s a light on. Only one more step to go. That’s reading the operation’s disc. DamnedifIknow where it’s at, particularly after Sneak had spirited it away?
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Dreaming just before waking up I was visualizing Frieda away back when we were visiting Mom’s house one earlier Easter. I could visibly see her sitting in one of Mom’s chairs quietly napping in my mind‘s eye. She was wearing one of my bulkier plaid wool work shirts.
She was so pretty, totally unaware, my enjoying the vision of her quiet beauty carrying our first child. I don’t know what it was? It seemed to me there was an aura of satisfaction about her while at the same time. My Mom’s advice those moments, “Leave her alone. She needs her rest.” as if I were, a wanton-lover, a slave-driver, wanting to see her busily doing something too. (me?)
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Today’s single accomplishment:
Fillip and I managed to repair all off Dumpy’s lights. The head lights a radio light the only working filaments yesterday. Finding a combination short and open circuit in one tail light I declared in an assertive voice we’re replacing these poorly working tail lights with new ones. Hardest part was getting the old ones off.
Having to go to town, not to sure the lights, our plan was to be home before dark. Surprise, on the way towards town the lights all seemed to come alive on their own. Knowing we had turn signal and hazard lights again to town by time we got to town we had tail lights. Leaving for home after the last stop we had dash lights and the heater blower was working. I’ll take these small accomplishments without question.
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Backing the truck up I had two disapointments today. First one was an accidental discovery the Ol’Blue’s transmission case was cracked near ¾’s the way around the bell housing. (Big time NUTS!) It was a good thing we had power washed it yesterday, or I’d never seen that crack. While in town conferring with one of our parts suppliers I was informed the internal parts this newer 700R transmission weren’t fit-able in the older 350 GM automatic. (feeling low major disappointment) However, finding right supplier the right 350 GM automatic overhaul kit can be had for $89.00. I can cut that. Oh well, I might just as well take the 700R apart for the scrap to satisfy my own curiosity as to whether there are any salvageable useful parts for the old 350 GM trans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The drive home I had to let Fillip drive us. Darkening much earlier than usual under heavily overcast skies my vision had drastically diminished. Pulling into the driveway we were just a moment ahead of a freezing sticking combo wet sleet’n’snow fall. The ramp was turning into a continuously slipperier toboggan slide as we carried in our Save-A-Lot groceries. Expecting to come into a warm house, disappointment took me over the winds howling about changing direction, the house was doing its up-most to shelter us, let alone broil us. This was what I got for wanting extra warmth after a cold day facing the elements.
An hour passing since I had taken my rattlers I felt cold. So cold I imagined my only option was to dress down to my usual comfort level. Taking care of the laundry first that is just what I did. Then snuggled in under my wrapped-around pulled in tight blanky while I listened to Fillip fix (he’d said it) a ten minute supper. I’m so hungry my jaws hurt. When I’m fed I see an early evening in my immediate future.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, November 28, 2011
Can’t take much more…..
…..this! We (I) purchased one them inter-net WiFi thing-a-ma-jiggy’s Maybe over a week ago. Not in the mood morning’s to want to think about IT to pooped to take an interest in it, and with other things on my mind it had laid around unopened until day’4’yesterday. . Directions talked about all these cables we were supposed to plug in, only they weren’t there. Two/three time’s Sneak and I viewed this gadget unable to make sense of the directions. Last thoughts we needed more stuff to go along with it. That was last night.
Waking this morning I experienced a new deeper thought-out revelation from within my sleep‘s sub-conscience state! I had finally figured it out. Everything’s here. Now I can’t find the leftovers (the whole boxed contents of the thing-a-ma-jiggy) save for the confusing directions. What Sneak’s done with all the hard (E-term) stuff I don’t know. I wish he’d wake up so’s I can display my new found brilliance. It’s only moments away from use’s plugging oodles of more wires into the tangled mess continued piling higher behind my ‘puter stand. Then we can take the lap top ‘puter anywhere our laps, conveniences, and/or hearts desire dictate. Just think of it, we can ‘pute even while sitting on the throne working other lower level matters out! Hallelu-loo*-iah!
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AND another thing. While I’m reluctantly domesticating myself to the riggers of homework (housework) I want’s me a masculine like type work apron suitably designed to signify my man-kind’s changing way in continued positive male‘s way doing stuff. Okay, perhaps I used to many words but I feel as though I’m troubled trying to put just the right ones together to ‘splain my ever growing position (including responsibility)!
And, AN another thing, While Fillip’s braggin’ about all he does around here including dishes “and one thing or another,” me holding my hands up please clearly note the one who’s got the dishpan hands. (grin)
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Up, the woodstove enlivened again, coffee on, the thought of breakfast just a creeping into my mind, there came a heck of a pounding on the front door. One of Fillip’s neighboring farm colleagues was here to see where I wanted some sand and gravel he was going to haul in upon Fillips request. It’d be shortly randy was bringing us three loads sand and gravel I’ll use for filling various holes around the farmyards. Okay up and out early while I’m spotting the dumping sand and gravel site, my cell vibrates. Ho, Ho, nuts I’m informed I need to grind grain today. Again nothing like being well inform in advance any upcoming task. Sand and gravel coming, no grain to grind it looked like what I was looking forward to a great day was already going down the tubes. Oh well, I’ve been getting to heavy lately anyway, Only thing I’d had to run my aging bones frame on was the coffee I had made earlier. I had to run through two elevators, one of them a second time for a weight slip. Obviously my dishwashing‘s interrupted for what seemed like an all morning’s drive to ring all the needed elements together for the feed grind and delivery. Readied prepared to put it all to use I stopped all progress. Eat out of my breakfast I wasn’t about to find my lunch postponed.
My belly filled, the trailer loaded with our furniture I moved it outdoors. Then brought out the grinder-mixer and set up all the elements and had thought this chore’s running smoothly enough. That was right up until the tractor needing fuel the fuel was water logged. Ducky, just freaking ducky. Screens in the bottom of the funnels we’d used both doing what was expected of them, plug up tight catching’n’holding the water preventing any contaminated fuel’s entry into the tractor’s fuel delivery system. The grind completed, the feed spotted, the truck freed for Frieda and Fillip’s use to keep medical appointments, they were gone. Left to my own devices I got into moving some sand and gravel. Sand around a fountain here, gravel down in the hollow’s driveways. That was just up to quarter of 5:00 PM. I had a fence wire to put up, the Cushman to put away as I needed it to jump start the Ford loader-backhoe earlier.
Other than feeling pressured early on this morning I had finished the afternoon in a much more relaxed manner. I did enjoy my day for all those wee little exchanges between myself with a number of momentary exchanges with friends and neighbor encounter’s my travels.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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*loo: an UK English term for restroom. Now aren’t you just ecstatically glad you tuned in. (grin)
Waking this morning I experienced a new deeper thought-out revelation from within my sleep‘s sub-conscience state! I had finally figured it out. Everything’s here. Now I can’t find the leftovers (the whole boxed contents of the thing-a-ma-jiggy) save for the confusing directions. What Sneak’s done with all the hard (E-term) stuff I don’t know. I wish he’d wake up so’s I can display my new found brilliance. It’s only moments away from use’s plugging oodles of more wires into the tangled mess continued piling higher behind my ‘puter stand. Then we can take the lap top ‘puter anywhere our laps, conveniences, and/or hearts desire dictate. Just think of it, we can ‘pute even while sitting on the throne working other lower level matters out! Hallelu-loo*-iah!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AND another thing. While I’m reluctantly domesticating myself to the riggers of homework (housework) I want’s me a masculine like type work apron suitably designed to signify my man-kind’s changing way in continued positive male‘s way doing stuff. Okay, perhaps I used to many words but I feel as though I’m troubled trying to put just the right ones together to ‘splain my ever growing position (including responsibility)!
And, AN another thing, While Fillip’s braggin’ about all he does around here including dishes “and one thing or another,” me holding my hands up please clearly note the one who’s got the dishpan hands. (grin)
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Up, the woodstove enlivened again, coffee on, the thought of breakfast just a creeping into my mind, there came a heck of a pounding on the front door. One of Fillip’s neighboring farm colleagues was here to see where I wanted some sand and gravel he was going to haul in upon Fillips request. It’d be shortly randy was bringing us three loads sand and gravel I’ll use for filling various holes around the farmyards. Okay up and out early while I’m spotting the dumping sand and gravel site, my cell vibrates. Ho, Ho, nuts I’m informed I need to grind grain today. Again nothing like being well inform in advance any upcoming task. Sand and gravel coming, no grain to grind it looked like what I was looking forward to a great day was already going down the tubes. Oh well, I’ve been getting to heavy lately anyway, Only thing I’d had to run my aging bones frame on was the coffee I had made earlier. I had to run through two elevators, one of them a second time for a weight slip. Obviously my dishwashing‘s interrupted for what seemed like an all morning’s drive to ring all the needed elements together for the feed grind and delivery. Readied prepared to put it all to use I stopped all progress. Eat out of my breakfast I wasn’t about to find my lunch postponed.
My belly filled, the trailer loaded with our furniture I moved it outdoors. Then brought out the grinder-mixer and set up all the elements and had thought this chore’s running smoothly enough. That was right up until the tractor needing fuel the fuel was water logged. Ducky, just freaking ducky. Screens in the bottom of the funnels we’d used both doing what was expected of them, plug up tight catching’n’holding the water preventing any contaminated fuel’s entry into the tractor’s fuel delivery system. The grind completed, the feed spotted, the truck freed for Frieda and Fillip’s use to keep medical appointments, they were gone. Left to my own devices I got into moving some sand and gravel. Sand around a fountain here, gravel down in the hollow’s driveways. That was just up to quarter of 5:00 PM. I had a fence wire to put up, the Cushman to put away as I needed it to jump start the Ford loader-backhoe earlier.
Other than feeling pressured early on this morning I had finished the afternoon in a much more relaxed manner. I did enjoy my day for all those wee little exchanges between myself with a number of momentary exchanges with friends and neighbor encounter’s my travels.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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*loo: an UK English term for restroom. Now aren’t you just ecstatically glad you tuned in. (grin)
Sunday, November 27, 2011
A gray Sunday
We all awoke to a heavily overcast sky what seemed liken it were darkening ever more as the day wore on. Rain was falling most noticeably off the eves out side our windows. We all took the morning easy brunching about an hour or less before the noon hour. Fed Fillip and put in shop time splitting the engine/transmission left hanging high’n’dry those few days ago. This was interesting fun. My first concern was cleaning the whole miserably dirty mechanic off.
The power-plant set down on Dumpy’s deck We moved dumpy out across the driveway the load deck higher in the front than back the back for drainage. The power washer brought out we took turns getting wetter as it had continued the rain while we blasted away the dirt, grease, and crud off the donor parts.
Back inside the shop we commenced unbolt the pieces to divide them. The engine stand brought out didn’t find use today as we could not remover the flex plate off the engine’s crankshaft. The next best thing, I hope I haven’t screwed it up, I heated three stubborn crankshaft bolts. The last act of the afternoon in hopes by the time they’ve cooled tomorrow they’ll have cooley shrunk some making them easier to turn out. Nothing more we could do on the engine I called it a day. So we let the engine down off the truck’s deck onto a barrel still hooked to the steadying chain-fall overhead. The transmission much lighter Fillip and I muscled that part down onto another barrel. I can’t stress enough how handy a half dozen steel barrels kept around the shop make such handily instant work benches: today two for the divided power-plant components and one a tool stand.
Supper was Fillip’s home-made Yankee chili made with beans. Yum! Sure tasted good for a typically low pressured weathering bone-paining’n’head-aching day.
As of this writing desert neither decided nor additionally even thought about it isn’t looken good. Do a couple bit sized mounds nuggets count for anything?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
The power-plant set down on Dumpy’s deck We moved dumpy out across the driveway the load deck higher in the front than back the back for drainage. The power washer brought out we took turns getting wetter as it had continued the rain while we blasted away the dirt, grease, and crud off the donor parts.
Back inside the shop we commenced unbolt the pieces to divide them. The engine stand brought out didn’t find use today as we could not remover the flex plate off the engine’s crankshaft. The next best thing, I hope I haven’t screwed it up, I heated three stubborn crankshaft bolts. The last act of the afternoon in hopes by the time they’ve cooled tomorrow they’ll have cooley shrunk some making them easier to turn out. Nothing more we could do on the engine I called it a day. So we let the engine down off the truck’s deck onto a barrel still hooked to the steadying chain-fall overhead. The transmission much lighter Fillip and I muscled that part down onto another barrel. I can’t stress enough how handy a half dozen steel barrels kept around the shop make such handily instant work benches: today two for the divided power-plant components and one a tool stand.
Supper was Fillip’s home-made Yankee chili made with beans. Yum! Sure tasted good for a typically low pressured weathering bone-paining’n’head-aching day.
As of this writing desert neither decided nor additionally even thought about it isn’t looken good. Do a couple bit sized mounds nuggets count for anything?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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