The more I live each new day the faster time flies, the faster the Holidays descend upon me.
I’m not exactly sure what’s happened to Della. The new kitten aged somewhere maybe between ten to twelve weeks old, that’s all, Frieda trying all manner of names finally settling on “Tas” from Tasmanian Devil (after the kitten‘s rather unorthodox behavior. This calico many bright colors was born to play, love and beloved in her bust busy-way. Ah yes a very purr-cosious critter bouncing around the house liking a popcorn kernel destined to remain an old maid trying to let its inner self out is showing Della the way to pet-full happiness behavior.
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Unmentioned activities for the rest of the troops activities had them push a good lot of the cattle through the chutes, where in they wormed and inoculated. A couple of these ladies with their tattooed and tagged calves were moved to winter quarters. A couple more head, a blind bull and an odd freemartin heifer were bus loaded and ticketed to Dizzyland for their last amusements before being worthily boned out and hamburger packaged.
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Last night taking inventory my behavior, I told my Frieda, “I may have to take up smoking to quit sucking Wintergreen Lifesavers.” She thought that….well….never mind…….
And life goes on.
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A posted Turkey story reminded us……..
Although our parents poultry keepings were small. Setting hens hatching out new young hatch about the end of each Spring they weren't whole sale operations. Although mom had steady store and private customers for them.
Oh lawd, cleaning the hen house out each spring and fall during cooler weather on a day with a more or less stiff breeze as many the windows we could open, the ammonia in the manure was about breathtaking.
And how it was it seemed I was elected and handed first the hatch and then the boiled hot water to kill and dress an extra chicken should we have unexpected Sunday company for dinner.
Sorry! No use stopping in unexpectedly around here. The hen house houses on these farms have been turned into storage sheds these last twenty five years.
And remember, you are what you eat.
Pleasant Feasting
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Another board topic: Sky fallen balloons!
It's always been a concern of mine some thoughtless soul launching these tempting turned trash curiosities a critter who’d bend to ingest such a thing and sample it. Read on as I've herd this story repeated. A young yet some years ago, at that time having come out to this very farm for one dairyman Johnson's slobbering dairy cow. Puzzled and watching the gentle beast, her licking the inside her right cheek, Doc Pearson (still living) reached right in, way back, into her mouth and cheek and brought out a tin can lid eatened from farmer Johnson's very own trash dump. :yes:
Fernan
I think I've averaged a thin vinyl or rubber balloon and all its tailing streamers every other year since moving out here. Some thoughtless people will go to any height to spread potential trash over a placid country scene.
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While still morning, planning my breakfasting, I hadn’t made up my mind whether I wanted to either get into trouble or tire myself out. Still have them barn door tracks to finish if the scene’s devoid the troops or cut and split firewood out here along side the house. Meanwhile Frieda’s dressed and ready for church to confess my sins. Should be a heck of a day which ever way I turn.
Air’s nippy. Mostly cloudy with a bit of sun trying to peek through as I diligently tell it like it is without any embellishments. ;^)
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More and less, plans whatever they might have been can be changed around here in an instant. Take for instance the library throne had over flowed messing that floor. Argh! Towels thrown on the floor to quickly soak up that what could be rivers held from spreading into the hall and cascading from about the hot air register under the vanity to the basement floor below.
It’s offal my abandoning my duty to do chores finding two ladies out for the crews messing up my gates positioning about the barnyard. Enlisting aid my aid coming to my need we had the ladies back in where they belonged in good time. I’d never gotten them in by myself. Tasting freedom they’d not come back willingly for one only drover.
Where they belonged I had witness two buck kills take from out back.
Moseyed across the road, winding up drinking coffee, smoking, and sampling schnapps. Floor scrubbing could wait. Frieda’s prescripts called in, dinner eatened, I was on my way turning left out the drive way for drug and grocery stores. By the time I got back I had spent a bundle of bucks on medications, included for starts onions, celery, cranberries (I can’t have), diced tomatoes on sale, ice-cream, and cookies. Getting back it were quarter to dinner.
What little I had been out had determined me I wasn’t going up any ladder. Should my nee give out I’ve enough padding to bounce cleanly enough for a winning score. I guess I had better wash floors. Getting is some thinking I receive a call. A fence is down at the other end. Hokay, I loaded myself in Greene toting three buckets of tools and fence supplies. The uneven ground in the pens, the fence down between two, my knee complained loudly in my mind. To keep the knee company I’d developed a pain in my neck’s lower left side below the ear. What? I carried on doing what I had to do even caught in the draft for moving some ladies and spring calves around. I was also to learn I’d never accomplished any work on the sliding door tract as the troops had rallied around a head-gate partially parked in the same door way. A working conflict of labors somebody would had been in somebody else’s way. I had managed to goof off 80% of my day engaged if frivolous endeavors returning home I repaired the same fence gate the morning‘s two ladies had gone through to wind there way out into areas where upon I‘d decided they had not belonged. Putting my tools away. Gathering up a piece of wire, a pair of pliers I head for the house. Darkness came early this evening the sun having had gone into hiding when I had first left this morning.
Believe it or not, but I feel some rested having been hard at it accomplishing near nothing all day.
“Rainbows“
Fernan.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
It woiks
It was just as if I knew what I was doing when I took the woodstove’s stack fan apart day before yesterday. Opened up inner soul bared, if I may use the terminology, I vacuumed and dug as much dust of the jungled workings a supposedly fan attached fan motor. Not really clean enough and not wanting to use air to blow it cleaner, I merely pointed the barrel of my repeating oil can at four body parts, maybe over doing it a bit, my wanting to make some oil got somewhere. Sitting my oil can gun aside I spun the fan on its axis, surprised it had turned so freely with but one sloppy treatment. Trial or error time I put it all back together again, plugged it in and took up waiting to see or feel or hear it work. The motor on a thermal switch when hot enough would turn it on. It were going to be a wait to know if my effort was successful if it worked without smoking. The chimney stack plugged back into the wall, I had to be moving on. Outside work don’t we all know.
For the rest of that day and most of yesterday Not here to witness any fan activity when I had come in last night, asking if it had worked, all I got was, “I haven’t heard a thing. I don’t know?” So I settled in for the evening thinking/wondering where I might find a fitting replacement motor. No smoke, no fire, no stink, on the outside the tin flue I settled in for the evening and the eventual night.
Having leaned back in a reclining position after supper, part way though a TV Holiday movie I’m looking across the room, so to speak, and see the new newest cat addition our household. Toting in a Dumpy truck load of wood a couple days ago, half of it handily stacked beside the wood stove, I I thought I was seeing what looked like cat on the woodstove. I spoke to Frieda, “Look at that silly kitten walking on the wood stove. “No she’s not. She’s on the wood pile.” I returned with, “Well of all the… She looks to me as if she’s on the stove and if there’s anything I don’t want is a roasted pussy!” Frieda damned near went into hysterics: red faced, tears washing her cheeks, and nearly rolling off the sofa laughing so long and hard. “Roasted pussy?!” she repeated me and went into hysterics again. Good Lawd, I got to be more careful what I might say.
It was during the night the house supposedly still and silent I heard noises? A humming sound wasn’t the refrigerator, it weren’t the furnace for I hadn’t turned it on, nor was it the TV drowning out my accompanying crickets. Rising I turned one ear this way and that still unable to distinguish from were the “hmmmm” was coming from. To Hell with it for the moment I resumed my water haul. Returning I decided I better put another log on the fire. In doing so I was closer to the hum. Hmm, was it, is it, I stepped along side the stove careful not to roast any of my once important parts, closed the distance between that stack fan and my ear. Eureka! I believe I had found that sweet little hum. To be sure I put my right hand up close to the stack’s discharge side and I felt the soft breeze of warmed air enveloping my whole hand, it worked/works. So quiet as since I can’t remember it ever was so many years ago, With a successful master’s smile I returned to my pallet, goofy Della cat and sleep.
Now, as to the afore mentioned Della cat…………She’s known as Della of whom I written before. Being here for the last 2 ½ years she’s been extremely shy about really get into the mix with this little family. Now enter one little no more than even a handful of a kitten, this last month or so, Della has slowly but surely decided to blend into the fray. Night before last Della joined me on my bed shinning up to me taken to sharing it with me. While she didn’t keep my feet warm she did cozy herself under a free hand for some cuddling. Either Della’s going off her rocker or she taking lessons from watching the kitten. Last night she joined me twice after a couple my water hauls. Crazy cat, being a feline I shan’t try to figure her out.
When I weren’t interrupted I fought those front doors on the upper barn. Getting the damaged track down wasn’t easy. Seems we had welded all the section together put that doubled 26’ track up all in one piece. That wasn’t the way it was going to be today. Finally finding a use for a hand held band saw (Chicago Electric from Harbor Freight) purchased some time ago on sale) I had cut that whole length of track into more easily manageable ¼ pieces. Then I started putting the replacements up replacing the damaged track by myself. From where the original pieces had fallen all I had to do was put the new pieces up without loosing them. A 1”x6” nailed to a beam adjacent to door opening’s left, a piece of plywood “C” clamped to that for midget scaffold, balancing each piece on at a time, I managed to horse the open end up upon that mini scaffold my climbing up a ladder with the open end. With one of the hangers placed over an existing hole I drove a bolt into that existing hole in the barn. Adding the second track I did with it as I had the first. About the time my left knee was screaming pain I had by that time driven three bolts into the barn. By no means ready to take the weight of a rolling door I’ve got the project well in hand just the same. So long as I don’t fall off a ladder tomorrow I may just finish it?
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Oh boy, the second oldest son has called and his pretty little wife wants us to come visit them. I don’t know? Having just been declared legally blind this last week, I think it’d look rather odd my driving along the road ways waving a white cane around feeling my way along. I might better stay closer to home.
Frieda’s been experiencing some dizzy spells. She’d consumed some orange juice today. The juice had straightened her right up. Could it be she’s on the verge of being diabetic? “Rainbows”
Fernan
For the rest of that day and most of yesterday Not here to witness any fan activity when I had come in last night, asking if it had worked, all I got was, “I haven’t heard a thing. I don’t know?” So I settled in for the evening thinking/wondering where I might find a fitting replacement motor. No smoke, no fire, no stink, on the outside the tin flue I settled in for the evening and the eventual night.
Having leaned back in a reclining position after supper, part way though a TV Holiday movie I’m looking across the room, so to speak, and see the new newest cat addition our household. Toting in a Dumpy truck load of wood a couple days ago, half of it handily stacked beside the wood stove, I I thought I was seeing what looked like cat on the woodstove. I spoke to Frieda, “Look at that silly kitten walking on the wood stove. “No she’s not. She’s on the wood pile.” I returned with, “Well of all the… She looks to me as if she’s on the stove and if there’s anything I don’t want is a roasted pussy!” Frieda damned near went into hysterics: red faced, tears washing her cheeks, and nearly rolling off the sofa laughing so long and hard. “Roasted pussy?!” she repeated me and went into hysterics again. Good Lawd, I got to be more careful what I might say.
It was during the night the house supposedly still and silent I heard noises? A humming sound wasn’t the refrigerator, it weren’t the furnace for I hadn’t turned it on, nor was it the TV drowning out my accompanying crickets. Rising I turned one ear this way and that still unable to distinguish from were the “hmmmm” was coming from. To Hell with it for the moment I resumed my water haul. Returning I decided I better put another log on the fire. In doing so I was closer to the hum. Hmm, was it, is it, I stepped along side the stove careful not to roast any of my once important parts, closed the distance between that stack fan and my ear. Eureka! I believe I had found that sweet little hum. To be sure I put my right hand up close to the stack’s discharge side and I felt the soft breeze of warmed air enveloping my whole hand, it worked/works. So quiet as since I can’t remember it ever was so many years ago, With a successful master’s smile I returned to my pallet, goofy Della cat and sleep.
Now, as to the afore mentioned Della cat…………She’s known as Della of whom I written before. Being here for the last 2 ½ years she’s been extremely shy about really get into the mix with this little family. Now enter one little no more than even a handful of a kitten, this last month or so, Della has slowly but surely decided to blend into the fray. Night before last Della joined me on my bed shinning up to me taken to sharing it with me. While she didn’t keep my feet warm she did cozy herself under a free hand for some cuddling. Either Della’s going off her rocker or she taking lessons from watching the kitten. Last night she joined me twice after a couple my water hauls. Crazy cat, being a feline I shan’t try to figure her out.
When I weren’t interrupted I fought those front doors on the upper barn. Getting the damaged track down wasn’t easy. Seems we had welded all the section together put that doubled 26’ track up all in one piece. That wasn’t the way it was going to be today. Finally finding a use for a hand held band saw (Chicago Electric from Harbor Freight) purchased some time ago on sale) I had cut that whole length of track into more easily manageable ¼ pieces. Then I started putting the replacements up replacing the damaged track by myself. From where the original pieces had fallen all I had to do was put the new pieces up without loosing them. A 1”x6” nailed to a beam adjacent to door opening’s left, a piece of plywood “C” clamped to that for midget scaffold, balancing each piece on at a time, I managed to horse the open end up upon that mini scaffold my climbing up a ladder with the open end. With one of the hangers placed over an existing hole I drove a bolt into that existing hole in the barn. Adding the second track I did with it as I had the first. About the time my left knee was screaming pain I had by that time driven three bolts into the barn. By no means ready to take the weight of a rolling door I’ve got the project well in hand just the same. So long as I don’t fall off a ladder tomorrow I may just finish it?
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Oh boy, the second oldest son has called and his pretty little wife wants us to come visit them. I don’t know? Having just been declared legally blind this last week, I think it’d look rather odd my driving along the road ways waving a white cane around feeling my way along. I might better stay closer to home.
Frieda’s been experiencing some dizzy spells. She’d consumed some orange juice today. The juice had straightened her right up. Could it be she’s on the verge of being diabetic? “Rainbows”
Fernan
Friday, November 19, 2010
Snow, What Snow
Snow, what snow, I see no snow! A neighbor lady, mentioning no names reporting snow. My nearest encounter with snow was the hard nosed frozen mini icy snow balls or they’s icy mini snowballs. They was a nosey undeveloped calamity beating a presence upon Greene’s windshield and body tin as I move it around the yard emptying leftover supplements, and holiday grub. One benefit to arise out of the real fluffy stuff’s arrival cools down to I had better be clearing all these trucks beds clear of misc. odds and ends mostly (really) unneeded leaving the boxes empty to carry real loads in/out and upon them. This going for outside the house. Inside its another story.
My innocently asking my tripping upon a mounting pile of laundry, Herr Clink hit me with a crabby dissertation in a flurry of quickly spoken words, some of them she didn‘t have anything in it she needed.. Okay, I opened a door stepped over the over flowing laundry basket, dragged it through that open door into the stair well leading down and down into the dungeons where in mechanical slaves were pressed into a washing’s start the first half that grown pile. Reminds me, I’d better be going down their again check progress the first half forced ho air dried, the second half put to the agitated scrubbing.
Crab ass, telling me she making some changes around here. Uh ugh! Sure! I’m appreciating the extra time kicking my heals up after one my busy outdoor days? ‘Specially not figuring how I’ll fit in sums domestic duties with all my other response abilities? What’ll any body bet me I get to stuff the turkey again this year? I see some near ruined carrots in the ice box and the red pepper I brought home for stuffing’s color.
This turkey only ten pounds How do I make stove top stuffing that’ll taste just as liking the same?
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Weather’s definitely cooling off out there. I gots the feeling I’ll be wearing a tux thru the seasons from here on out close to Spring. (brrr) I like Winter.
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I’m not sure I’d found our mail particularly friendly today?
My mind is filled with questions and anxiety. Doc has made an polycythemia something or other appointment with some cancer institute for my Froieda. Maybe I’ve got something to worry about, maybe not? The appointment is for almost four weeks away and I’ve uneasy questions cursing my mind? Whatever this is it has something to do the an over production red blood cells. Which in turn is something that has something to do with bone marrow?
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Outside before I had seen or even had dreamed what was it I’d have found in the mailbox I had put in two stints up at the barn, one this morning, the other this afternoon. Up and down two ladders one of them shifted between both sides the same wall undoing barn door track one bolt at a time two per hanger a hanger every to feet. I had quit a half hour short of noon my knees paining me. Not just the left one I’ve become accustomed to, but the right knee also, likely in sympathy for the left one. Facing facts it could be my knees had been bent for and aft perhaps as many times as allowed in one lifetime. Still for all that I really like doing around here I’ve got to wait upon the good while take a bit the bad with the this project.
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Between my headaches and all the pains in the varied joints in my carcass the weather’s about to change for the worse. I wish I’d have four or five more open days then by gumbo let it snow, let it snow me a whole foot of the lovely stuff to blanket the earth keeping the soil under it warm until next Spring when the sun will again cross over the equator. Of course a little freezing the ground right behind my barn could be quite handy allowing me to walk a-top the mud for some outside barn back doors and wall repairs.
“Rainbows”
Fernan
My innocently asking my tripping upon a mounting pile of laundry, Herr Clink hit me with a crabby dissertation in a flurry of quickly spoken words, some of them she didn‘t have anything in it she needed.. Okay, I opened a door stepped over the over flowing laundry basket, dragged it through that open door into the stair well leading down and down into the dungeons where in mechanical slaves were pressed into a washing’s start the first half that grown pile. Reminds me, I’d better be going down their again check progress the first half forced ho air dried, the second half put to the agitated scrubbing.
Crab ass, telling me she making some changes around here. Uh ugh! Sure! I’m appreciating the extra time kicking my heals up after one my busy outdoor days? ‘Specially not figuring how I’ll fit in sums domestic duties with all my other response abilities? What’ll any body bet me I get to stuff the turkey again this year? I see some near ruined carrots in the ice box and the red pepper I brought home for stuffing’s color.
This turkey only ten pounds How do I make stove top stuffing that’ll taste just as liking the same?
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Weather’s definitely cooling off out there. I gots the feeling I’ll be wearing a tux thru the seasons from here on out close to Spring. (brrr) I like Winter.
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I’m not sure I’d found our mail particularly friendly today?
My mind is filled with questions and anxiety. Doc has made an polycythemia something or other appointment with some cancer institute for my Froieda. Maybe I’ve got something to worry about, maybe not? The appointment is for almost four weeks away and I’ve uneasy questions cursing my mind? Whatever this is it has something to do the an over production red blood cells. Which in turn is something that has something to do with bone marrow?
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Outside before I had seen or even had dreamed what was it I’d have found in the mailbox I had put in two stints up at the barn, one this morning, the other this afternoon. Up and down two ladders one of them shifted between both sides the same wall undoing barn door track one bolt at a time two per hanger a hanger every to feet. I had quit a half hour short of noon my knees paining me. Not just the left one I’ve become accustomed to, but the right knee also, likely in sympathy for the left one. Facing facts it could be my knees had been bent for and aft perhaps as many times as allowed in one lifetime. Still for all that I really like doing around here I’ve got to wait upon the good while take a bit the bad with the this project.
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Between my headaches and all the pains in the varied joints in my carcass the weather’s about to change for the worse. I wish I’d have four or five more open days then by gumbo let it snow, let it snow me a whole foot of the lovely stuff to blanket the earth keeping the soil under it warm until next Spring when the sun will again cross over the equator. Of course a little freezing the ground right behind my barn could be quite handy allowing me to walk a-top the mud for some outside barn back doors and wall repairs.
“Rainbows”
Fernan
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Busy day
Got to run errands (nuts) including picking up specks. I’d had let the specks wait if it weren’t for their capping my must do this’d’that running around to take care of some living essentials. Add in I must grind today there’ll be little time for even incidental fixings for last half my afternoon. (hehe) Maybe I’ll get to play with Haulster should I be in the shop vicinity* without something more important pressing my time. Oh crap, I’ve just thought of something what needs some attention, my barn’s back doors.
The proceeding written even before breakfast. Slept 10 hours last night. Waking late stupidity, I had even run my glass of water and forgot to take my rattlers after which I must wait an entire hour before eating. Me, dumb? One rewarding thing (if it were one) I kept the fire going all night. I’m so proud of myself…..
*If I hadn’t found the correct spelling for this word “vicinity” I’d have tried smelling it with an “f,” ficinity or “ph” phicinity, sticking to my guns leaving it smelt that one way or the other! Uh, oh how I like a good laugh, even if it’s at myself…..
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This morning’s TV news?
If some single-stock stock-holders haven’t yet lost enough, GM’s selling more stock. If you got the bucks, ante up! Palan thinks she can beat Obama out of the White House? GW Bush to get nation’s highest peace award? Poles suggest marriage is becoming old fashioned. Synthetic pot popular with teens, undetectable in drug use tests. Have you got yours? Wisconsin man arrested after shooting his TV set. Uh, has it become an ill-eagle act to shoot one’s own TV?
Was a lot of fun stuff in this morning’s news. ROFLMAO as long as I can’t do nothing about it (the news).
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Left turn out the driveway heading northeast as best I could through a series of right and left hand turns and had accomplished 75% of my running list. The noon hour shining brightly via the dash clock on my way home from the furthest stop I saw the junkyard I’d been passing my traveling this road dozens of times before. Beckoning I couldn’t pass it having not planned to stop I had to pass the drive and turn around. Entering the office I asked the lady behind the counter if they might have a pair of headlight shells with the intact trim. She having no idea what I wanted. She suggested I drive out into the yards and look for myself. Oh golly gee whiz! That place ran deep in from the road maybe a half mile. OMG, what an supply depot for a tinker’s material candy store. I’ve got to go back there again soon with my tool box next time.
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Lunch late and out of my way, some lama feeds to use up, I was off to the elevator for some the regular (usual) supplements I‘d short one bag for two lama replacements. Supplements one Greene’s back it was picking up the empty feed wagon one more stop ‘fore going home. All my tools off Greene’s back last night moved agin so I could get the Leland-Bradley combination out and bellied up to the shelled corn wagon, I managed the grind in good stead. The grindings trucked down the road and spotted as the usual in the front of that upper barn. Then I was off to finish my errand runs. Just like always about the time I finished what I had to be taken care of, I had about a half hour daylight left. Not even enough time to get into trouble I ambled home .Had truck to unload down at the barn and up to the house. Last stop was for a ten pound turkey while the picking out my choice without having to settle for a next week’s picked through leftovers.
Goods what needed the freezer went freezer. Goods what needed shelving were shelved. Then it was guess was doing the laundry again. Two loads pilled high I had to do something about it. My socks and shorts might have been in there mine needing cleansed.
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Hmmm? I must have been a good boy today, Frieda’s fixing me my supper. Just goes to show you I do something right every now and then! ;^)
”Rainbows”
Fernan
The proceeding written even before breakfast. Slept 10 hours last night. Waking late stupidity, I had even run my glass of water and forgot to take my rattlers after which I must wait an entire hour before eating. Me, dumb? One rewarding thing (if it were one) I kept the fire going all night. I’m so proud of myself…..
*If I hadn’t found the correct spelling for this word “vicinity” I’d have tried smelling it with an “f,” ficinity or “ph” phicinity, sticking to my guns leaving it smelt that one way or the other! Uh, oh how I like a good laugh, even if it’s at myself…..
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This morning’s TV news?
If some single-stock stock-holders haven’t yet lost enough, GM’s selling more stock. If you got the bucks, ante up! Palan thinks she can beat Obama out of the White House? GW Bush to get nation’s highest peace award? Poles suggest marriage is becoming old fashioned. Synthetic pot popular with teens, undetectable in drug use tests. Have you got yours? Wisconsin man arrested after shooting his TV set. Uh, has it become an ill-eagle act to shoot one’s own TV?
Was a lot of fun stuff in this morning’s news. ROFLMAO as long as I can’t do nothing about it (the news).
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Left turn out the driveway heading northeast as best I could through a series of right and left hand turns and had accomplished 75% of my running list. The noon hour shining brightly via the dash clock on my way home from the furthest stop I saw the junkyard I’d been passing my traveling this road dozens of times before. Beckoning I couldn’t pass it having not planned to stop I had to pass the drive and turn around. Entering the office I asked the lady behind the counter if they might have a pair of headlight shells with the intact trim. She having no idea what I wanted. She suggested I drive out into the yards and look for myself. Oh golly gee whiz! That place ran deep in from the road maybe a half mile. OMG, what an supply depot for a tinker’s material candy store. I’ve got to go back there again soon with my tool box next time.
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Lunch late and out of my way, some lama feeds to use up, I was off to the elevator for some the regular (usual) supplements I‘d short one bag for two lama replacements. Supplements one Greene’s back it was picking up the empty feed wagon one more stop ‘fore going home. All my tools off Greene’s back last night moved agin so I could get the Leland-Bradley combination out and bellied up to the shelled corn wagon, I managed the grind in good stead. The grindings trucked down the road and spotted as the usual in the front of that upper barn. Then I was off to finish my errand runs. Just like always about the time I finished what I had to be taken care of, I had about a half hour daylight left. Not even enough time to get into trouble I ambled home .Had truck to unload down at the barn and up to the house. Last stop was for a ten pound turkey while the picking out my choice without having to settle for a next week’s picked through leftovers.
Goods what needed the freezer went freezer. Goods what needed shelving were shelved. Then it was guess was doing the laundry again. Two loads pilled high I had to do something about it. My socks and shorts might have been in there mine needing cleansed.
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Hmmm? I must have been a good boy today, Frieda’s fixing me my supper. Just goes to show you I do something right every now and then! ;^)
”Rainbows”
Fernan
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
explanations
I have felt all Elaine has gone through. on a permanent rattler taking routine. I'm on coumadin, a beta drug, time released nitrates, pocketed emergency instant nitrates, vitamin iron, baby aspirin, and more. Some of them twice a day, others once a day. I sort out of prescription bottles into the daily bottles each morning. I do this each morning as for by the time I approach the needed second batch I'm brain dead and admittedly physically and mentally incapable for sorting the evening rations out for proper taking. I was better than a year under weekly blood tests and coumadin adjustments finally getting the medication right. That was when I had run out and found myself making do splitting one of my earlier supplies (prescription) over one of them four day weekends. I don't recommend it. But by accident I luckily got my take finally on the button.
Between us Frieda and myself we were averaging four or more medical appointments a week. Some have been forgotten or run out of time missed. When we're covered under snow I'll be catching us up refitting the routines of two of the three I had let go.
Frieda under the onslaught of medical appointments the last three months, she's been finally evening out and up to doing more around here. I've been reprieved doing dishes and laundry for awhile, and digging good things from the freezer.
Days have become so cussed short, the amount of daylight having nothing to do with it, what with all the required extra sleep I believe we’re mimicking a duo Mr. and Mrs. Ripvanwrinkle. Then it’s where had the time gone. Once again your time will get easier liking a short changed third honeymoon, without no more woo-woo!
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Went down to the barn and did my chores mostly cloudy this AM, having had some rain over night the creek was up to the top of the banks and no frogs jumping. Grabbed my tobacco can and moseyed twice headed across the road before I made it. Sat around the Pirate’s fire exaggerating a couple true yarns while the elements tried mustering up a good rain. The rain I suppose we were supposed to have had yesterday.
This afternoon I threw a pile of wood upon Dumpy truck’s bed. When I thought I had loaded enough I backed it up to the deck’s opened gate. Dumpy hit the deck so hard I thought I’d have found at the back door the hard way. Leaving Dump truck running for a while to recharge the battery I carried a first arm load woof into the living room. Coming back outside, the sun also coming out, and I saw Dumpy had developed some kind of a %8075&%798%%&(* attitude having cut out across the front yard, my having to go after it. Backing it up again with a stern resolve it’d had better stay where I put it. And it did. Working up a sweat I took a tea break. Dumpy half unloaded I had earned, and if I hadn’t, I took it anyway!
Tea sipped-sipped until it was all gone before I returned to Dumpy’s wood load. Worked up another good sweat in the cool airs breezing around the house yards. Dumpy still where I had left it last there was almost enough wood on its back to fill the foyer to my predetermined level. Oh well, I won’t be waiting near as long again before I re-supply the house.
Four o’clock only an hour from slipping into the twilight zone, to heck with it. It’s to late to start something else I can’t finish. Ah so, maybe I’ve got a couple three wee little odds and ends to tidy up. Well, it writes like a good idea plan, anyway.
(hehehehe) I accomplished two out of the tree tasks. First, I managed to clean and oil the woodstove’s stack fan. Secondly, I spliced the leather belt on Frieda’s treadle sewing machine. The third task nailing the bottom a bureau draw to its back side has gone undone until I find the right brads.
Back tracking I accomplished making some nowhere going phone calls. That irks me no end when my calls aren’t returned, specially when I’ve got a rare day hanging close into the house.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Between us Frieda and myself we were averaging four or more medical appointments a week. Some have been forgotten or run out of time missed. When we're covered under snow I'll be catching us up refitting the routines of two of the three I had let go.
Frieda under the onslaught of medical appointments the last three months, she's been finally evening out and up to doing more around here. I've been reprieved doing dishes and laundry for awhile, and digging good things from the freezer.
Days have become so cussed short, the amount of daylight having nothing to do with it, what with all the required extra sleep I believe we’re mimicking a duo Mr. and Mrs. Ripvanwrinkle. Then it’s where had the time gone. Once again your time will get easier liking a short changed third honeymoon, without no more woo-woo!
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Went down to the barn and did my chores mostly cloudy this AM, having had some rain over night the creek was up to the top of the banks and no frogs jumping. Grabbed my tobacco can and moseyed twice headed across the road before I made it. Sat around the Pirate’s fire exaggerating a couple true yarns while the elements tried mustering up a good rain. The rain I suppose we were supposed to have had yesterday.
This afternoon I threw a pile of wood upon Dumpy truck’s bed. When I thought I had loaded enough I backed it up to the deck’s opened gate. Dumpy hit the deck so hard I thought I’d have found at the back door the hard way. Leaving Dump truck running for a while to recharge the battery I carried a first arm load woof into the living room. Coming back outside, the sun also coming out, and I saw Dumpy had developed some kind of a %8075&%798%%&(* attitude having cut out across the front yard, my having to go after it. Backing it up again with a stern resolve it’d had better stay where I put it. And it did. Working up a sweat I took a tea break. Dumpy half unloaded I had earned, and if I hadn’t, I took it anyway!
Tea sipped-sipped until it was all gone before I returned to Dumpy’s wood load. Worked up another good sweat in the cool airs breezing around the house yards. Dumpy still where I had left it last there was almost enough wood on its back to fill the foyer to my predetermined level. Oh well, I won’t be waiting near as long again before I re-supply the house.
Four o’clock only an hour from slipping into the twilight zone, to heck with it. It’s to late to start something else I can’t finish. Ah so, maybe I’ve got a couple three wee little odds and ends to tidy up. Well, it writes like a good idea plan, anyway.
(hehehehe) I accomplished two out of the tree tasks. First, I managed to clean and oil the woodstove’s stack fan. Secondly, I spliced the leather belt on Frieda’s treadle sewing machine. The third task nailing the bottom a bureau draw to its back side has gone undone until I find the right brads.
Back tracking I accomplished making some nowhere going phone calls. That irks me no end when my calls aren’t returned, specially when I’ve got a rare day hanging close into the house.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
11-16-2010 Fitting it in
Fitting it all in can make for a full day; yet, while fitting farm activities altogether it doesn’t outside (offsite) influences interfere with my minds sanctity. It’s like I made a call to fit in my eye care and had an appointment days ahead what I thought it take to have my derriere sitting in the eye fitting cheaters seat. Now I wait for them to be made now excitedly waiting to see an improvement in what vision I have left. Today’s unplanned surprise was spending 90% of my day’s hours waiting for the Boss Lady’s blood report.
It was a wonder I got and finished as much maintenance time I managed to fit all I had done today in. What’d I do? I finally put together the upper barn’s back door track stop, and the closed door striker. Following this I added a couple pieces 1”x6” treated lumber patches strengthening cracked element compromised: one a cracked member, the second adding substance to a worn bottom member its closure red sitting perching (a sort of tighter striker fitting).
Four assorted tool boxes five buckets more tools, very varied bolts and nuts, and miscellaneous preconceived fitting use components for working doors and gates. I saw the whole menagerie of varied container puzzle as to which container was holding the hardware for the current needs attention completion. What a mess? Greene backed up to the shop the afternoon hour growing late (now that we’ve had the damnable government authorized time change) I continued my hustle to finish this days activity change so to be home before dark.
Sheesh! There are times like these I feel as though I’m treating myself as a child! Is this just another aspect associated with an adult’s digression into the proverbial child like state?
“Rainbows”
Fernan
It was a wonder I got and finished as much maintenance time I managed to fit all I had done today in. What’d I do? I finally put together the upper barn’s back door track stop, and the closed door striker. Following this I added a couple pieces 1”x6” treated lumber patches strengthening cracked element compromised: one a cracked member, the second adding substance to a worn bottom member its closure red sitting perching (a sort of tighter striker fitting).
Four assorted tool boxes five buckets more tools, very varied bolts and nuts, and miscellaneous preconceived fitting use components for working doors and gates. I saw the whole menagerie of varied container puzzle as to which container was holding the hardware for the current needs attention completion. What a mess? Greene backed up to the shop the afternoon hour growing late (now that we’ve had the damnable government authorized time change) I continued my hustle to finish this days activity change so to be home before dark.
Sheesh! There are times like these I feel as though I’m treating myself as a child! Is this just another aspect associated with an adult’s digression into the proverbial child like state?
“Rainbows”
Fernan
Monday, November 15, 2010
State Holiday
Today's the opening of firearms deer season.
I'm afraid I'm going to pass on this morning's opening exercises.
I haven't that once youthful energy to take on the early morning witchuals to face all the elements.
One good thing about this decision, one more Bambi has been spared. Well, I at least come up with one good mature reason for staying home.
Oh Lawd, such a beautiful day under cloudy day temps starting out at 35*. Not to bad for a body either sitting on a stump or perched in a tree. Sorry guy’s I’ll not miss the snow we haven’t yet gotten.
Nice weather is my opera-tune-itty to finish up a several outdoor projects on varied outbuildings and fences.
It’s alright, I’ve come close to averaging winter’s venison in the freezer. It’s alright, I’ve the vivid memories what can’t be taken away for so many fun time seasons. It’s alright, I remember my first hunt as well as some exceptionally memorable hunts since that beginning; my excitement my first year/kill, Frieda going with me our first married year, and later the kids going with on later hunts.
Then there are the after-hours memory lane. (Particularly after the children had all gone to bed our early years.) Twenty some skins bagged and stored away for some memory savings years it had come the day I wanted to do something useful with or out of them. My choice was some fun buckskin clothing. My own were the easiest: regardless the simplicity the shirt and the complexity the leggings and loin covering. Butt, while I was seeing what I could do with those skins my outfit was actually an easy make for myself. On the other hand, or as it was in both hands on the pleasurable subject the activity could not have been called work. Her project, my projecting Frieda’s skins took a many an evening hands on fittings. Her Mostess’s lovable a-natural mannequin-ing taking a lot out of me again and again livelily taking part in fitting Frieda her deer skin parts. As I remember it was a wonder I had ever finished her buckskins our togethered workings in front of the heat of a cozying fireplace. (sigh) I’ll admit it literally took a sums of time longer to assemble her out fitting just right. So it’s only natural and all oh so alright that I remember a many those after-dark evening’s times.
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So! I've got to leave.....
....the State's Opening firearms dear hunting season to the younger generations. No longer may I see my rifle's sights. No longer will I chance falling off a tree perch better left to the birds. No longer will I sit and absorb the morning cold what inevitably settles in my arthritic joints making just rising and walking back out of the woodlots unnecessarily painful. Sadly, I’ll inevitably let my eyes water as I make my morning’s tea. I pray in my fashion for a safe hunt for all who participate.
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Having not even gone a-field, so to speak, inventory taken, I was on the road for the Crossroads. I needed some assorted hardware supplies, milk for the home fridge and as I noticed once underway Greene needed a petrol drink. Gasoline price had dropped from $3.00 this weekend past to just $2.80 this very AM. Milk at a $1.99, plus a couple items down the candy and soda pop isles it cost me to $51.00 to get out of the super market. Sheesh! The dollar just doesn’t go as far as it used to!
Lunch time by the time I got back I had some chicken fixed under a sweet and sour sauce, brown rice, and some what I’d guess was supposed to be wok stir cooked vegetables. I put some soy sauce on the rice. Then ate the whole tasty concoction kind-a stirred together being a wholly different eatened treat.
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Clean up can take so irritatingly long. I’m referring to tidying up or better yet completing the finishing touches to what I had started and left uncompleted yesterday. Well, I’ve used the afternoon swinging the garden gate (only four foot wide). Wrenched some lag screws through the planks what had only been nailed temporary like to temporarily hold the first post I (we) reset yesterday. With my Estwing Hammer I happily drove a few more staples into the old fence wire.
Okay, I didn’t get much done today. And it isn’t looking any to promising for tomorrow. Doc had called and demands a commanded Frieda’s appearance in his presents tomorrow. That’ll shoot the morning. Now I hope I’ve enough materials to keep me busy up there around those same fences and that barn tomorrow.
Gosh it gets to be about 4:00PM its time to get around to either doing the chores or putting the outdoor tools away. 5:00 PM this afternoon (or evening) I was walking up to the house in the twilight zone, and the days are only going to get shorter yet over the next five more weeks.
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Now isn’t this just grand. I was going to write about something else (a new topic likely) and I can not for the life of me remember what is was. So!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I'm afraid I'm going to pass on this morning's opening exercises.
I haven't that once youthful energy to take on the early morning witchuals to face all the elements.
One good thing about this decision, one more Bambi has been spared. Well, I at least come up with one good mature reason for staying home.
Oh Lawd, such a beautiful day under cloudy day temps starting out at 35*. Not to bad for a body either sitting on a stump or perched in a tree. Sorry guy’s I’ll not miss the snow we haven’t yet gotten.
Nice weather is my opera-tune-itty to finish up a several outdoor projects on varied outbuildings and fences.
It’s alright, I’ve come close to averaging winter’s venison in the freezer. It’s alright, I’ve the vivid memories what can’t be taken away for so many fun time seasons. It’s alright, I remember my first hunt as well as some exceptionally memorable hunts since that beginning; my excitement my first year/kill, Frieda going with me our first married year, and later the kids going with on later hunts.
Then there are the after-hours memory lane. (Particularly after the children had all gone to bed our early years.) Twenty some skins bagged and stored away for some memory savings years it had come the day I wanted to do something useful with or out of them. My choice was some fun buckskin clothing. My own were the easiest: regardless the simplicity the shirt and the complexity the leggings and loin covering. Butt, while I was seeing what I could do with those skins my outfit was actually an easy make for myself. On the other hand, or as it was in both hands on the pleasurable subject the activity could not have been called work. Her project, my projecting Frieda’s skins took a many an evening hands on fittings. Her Mostess’s lovable a-natural mannequin-ing taking a lot out of me again and again livelily taking part in fitting Frieda her deer skin parts. As I remember it was a wonder I had ever finished her buckskins our togethered workings in front of the heat of a cozying fireplace. (sigh) I’ll admit it literally took a sums of time longer to assemble her out fitting just right. So it’s only natural and all oh so alright that I remember a many those after-dark evening’s times.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So! I've got to leave.....
....the State's Opening firearms dear hunting season to the younger generations. No longer may I see my rifle's sights. No longer will I chance falling off a tree perch better left to the birds. No longer will I sit and absorb the morning cold what inevitably settles in my arthritic joints making just rising and walking back out of the woodlots unnecessarily painful. Sadly, I’ll inevitably let my eyes water as I make my morning’s tea. I pray in my fashion for a safe hunt for all who participate.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Having not even gone a-field, so to speak, inventory taken, I was on the road for the Crossroads. I needed some assorted hardware supplies, milk for the home fridge and as I noticed once underway Greene needed a petrol drink. Gasoline price had dropped from $3.00 this weekend past to just $2.80 this very AM. Milk at a $1.99, plus a couple items down the candy and soda pop isles it cost me to $51.00 to get out of the super market. Sheesh! The dollar just doesn’t go as far as it used to!
Lunch time by the time I got back I had some chicken fixed under a sweet and sour sauce, brown rice, and some what I’d guess was supposed to be wok stir cooked vegetables. I put some soy sauce on the rice. Then ate the whole tasty concoction kind-a stirred together being a wholly different eatened treat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Clean up can take so irritatingly long. I’m referring to tidying up or better yet completing the finishing touches to what I had started and left uncompleted yesterday. Well, I’ve used the afternoon swinging the garden gate (only four foot wide). Wrenched some lag screws through the planks what had only been nailed temporary like to temporarily hold the first post I (we) reset yesterday. With my Estwing Hammer I happily drove a few more staples into the old fence wire.
Okay, I didn’t get much done today. And it isn’t looking any to promising for tomorrow. Doc had called and demands a commanded Frieda’s appearance in his presents tomorrow. That’ll shoot the morning. Now I hope I’ve enough materials to keep me busy up there around those same fences and that barn tomorrow.
Gosh it gets to be about 4:00PM its time to get around to either doing the chores or putting the outdoor tools away. 5:00 PM this afternoon (or evening) I was walking up to the house in the twilight zone, and the days are only going to get shorter yet over the next five more weeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now isn’t this just grand. I was going to write about something else (a new topic likely) and I can not for the life of me remember what is was. So!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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